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“Hey, you made it,” Kendra greets after Nate pulls into the empty lot, parking next to her, and getting out of his car. “I was starting to worry.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I got stuck behind a tractor on main street,” Nate responds, stretching his back. 

“That happens around here,” Kendra smirks. “You need a moment to walk around before we head out?”

“No, if I do that then I'm admitting I'm getting old,” Nate says, walking towards the truck Kendra is leaning against. The truck is black in color, lifted for extra clearance, with four doors and a long bed containing a tool box and a cover that slides back. Although a newer model, several dings and scratches can be seen around the bed and the whole thing is covered with a layer of dust.

“You are old. I can see the gray starting to show,” Kendra jokes, making her way to the driver's side, opening the door and needing to use the handle on the inside to pull herself in. Nate opens the passenger door, waiting for the foot rail to extend before stepping in, noticing tools and camping supplies filling the back seats.

“I could say the same about you, dear sister,” Nate retorts with a sarcastic tone. Buckling his seat belt.

“I never said I wasn't,”Kendra replies, putting on her sunglasses and starting the truck.

“And yet you still want to take on this crazy endeavor?” Nate asks and Kendra goes quiet.

“Is it going to be alright if I leave my car here?” Nate asks, pressing the button on his key to make sure it’s locked, after letting the silence hang for a moment. 

“Yeah, I talked to the person that owns the hotel. They don’t get many guests this time of year so they were more than happy to accommodate. Normally I would have told you to quit being a puss and stay in the tent with me, but it gave me an excuse to chat up the owner, and now I know that there’s a place I can pop in every once in awhile to take a shower,” Kendra says, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

“I thought we were doing that anyway. Isn’t the land you bought a couple hours outside town?” Nate asks.

“No, it’s only about twenty minutes, and that's if you don't speed.” Kendra answers, keeping her eyes on the road.

“That's not bad then. The way you were talking, you made it sound like you were clear out there,” Nate says, rolling down his window and settling into the seat. “Maybe you won't go feral after all.” Kendra shoots him a glance but says nothing, rolling down her window to let the late spring air in. They head south, passing over the river that flows through the center of town and in short order the few businesses give way to houses that then give way to the sprawling fields of the surrounding farms.

“Blink and you miss it huh?” Nate asks, looking back.

“Yeah, Wood Brook doesn’t have much going on, and that’s perfectly alright with me.” Kendra replies.

“There has to be a better way to honor his memory, it's not too late to stop this,” Nate says, settling into his seat.

“Yes it is,” Kendra sighs, looking over the fields. The truck goes silent, and they wind down the road, barely able to make out the markings separating the two lanes until they come up to another bridge.

“The land I bought starts here,” Kendra says, stopping after they cross and pointing out the window. Nate leans over and sees a swampy strip of land by the river that rises up and gives way to a dense tree line.

“It’s everything between the river and this road.” Proceeding down the road that continues south for a little ways before turning to parallel the river.

“Is it all woods?” Nate asks, not seeing a break in the tree since they crossed the bridge. 

“That’s what I'm told,” Kendra answers, slowing the vehicle. “I was also told there's a side road somewhere along here that’s the other edge of the property.” They travel down the road for another five or so minutes before spotting the side road. Though the road is paved the trees are thick on either side, forming a tunnel that looks to have been carved out by whatever poor semi truck was forced down it. Kendra turns off and proceeds at a crawl.

“Worse than you thought it would be?” Nate asks. 

“Maybe, keep an eye out for some place I can pull off and we'll find out,” Kendra replies, lifting her sun glasses. The road snakes through the trees and after coming around one of the bends they spot an opening, and pull off the road. Before them is what looks like a wide path of tall grass leading into the woods. “Good of spot as any to start.” Turning the truck off. Kendra exits the truck and opens the passenger door on her side, digging through the stuff on the seat for a moment and pulling out a machete. 

“You think someone's been back there?” Nate asks, hand on hips as it looks at the space between the trees. 

“Only one way to find out.” Kendra answers, opening the tail gate and fishing out a pair of rubber boots. “Did you want a pair?” Holding up another pair of boots. “They might be a little big for you but better than nothing.”

“No, I should be good,” Nate says, pulling the leg of his pants to show the leather boots underneath go well up his calf. “When you said we would be working out in the woods I went and bought a whole wardrobe better suited for the task.

“You’re such a dork,” Kendra says, shaking her head. 

“Why?” Nate asks. 

“You’re not supposed to buy new clothes, you’re supposed to dig through your closet and find old clothes you’re not afraid to have destroyed,” Kendra responds. 

“What fun is that?” Nate replies.

“Well then I don’t want to hear you complain if your fancy new boots get ruined and your feet get wet,” Kendra says, slipping the rubber boots on and walking into the grass. Nate follows, and the path pushes into the woods about a thousand feet before turning and disappearing behind some trees. Other than a few fallen branches, hiding in the grass, the path is clear, and the ground dry and solid. Rounding the bend the path goes another five hundred feet before turning back towards the direction it started, but this stretch has a fallen tree slanted across it. 

“I'm no woods man but I don't think this path is natural,” Nate jokes, going around the low point of the fallen tree.

“Right, but nobody said anything about this when I bought the land, so I wonder how long it's been here?” Kendra questions as she rounds the bend. A few hundred feet past the woods give way to a clearing where a house about twenty feet long and fifteen feet tall faces them, surrounded by a sea of grass. The house has a shingled roof and white painted sliding in various stages of fading and chipping.

“Did they say anything about a house being here?” Nate asks, peering over Kendra’s shoulder.

“No, they didn’t. Let's check it out,” Kendra says, with some excitement in her voice.

“Hey! Wait!” Nate says, grabbing her shoulder. “We shouldn’t go barging in. That could be a drug house for all we know.” Nervously looking around.

“There’s no tracks or trails in the grass. So I think we’re safe,” Kendra grumbles, pulling her shoulder free. She wades up to the house, staring at the roof, pressing against the wall and pushing through the grass to inspect the foundation.

“What do you think?” Nate asks, still looking around as he creeps closer.

“Roof seems to be holding but it probably needs repairs and ultimately replaced, siding is weather but holding, and it has a cement foundation that appears to still be in good shape.” Kendra replies, checking more spots on the house.

“How long do you think it’s been here?” Nate asks.

“Based on the materials I would say thirty to fifty years,” Kendra replies, backing up to look at the roof.

“Excited?” Nate asks, walking next to her.

“I am. I was mentally prepared to build a house from scratch, and now I have a fixer upper.” Kendra says, smile on her face.

“Well those are your specialty,” Nate chuckles, patting her on the shoulder. “What’s your initial thoughts?”

“Add a couple of extensions and a big window on the side facing us. It’s tall enough that it might have a second floor or a loft, so you could maybe turn part of it into an open air balcony. So many possibilities.” Kendra rambles, holding her hands up to simulate the shape of a window and looking at the wall.

“You’re getting ahead of yourself, I meant for today,” Nate says, shaking his head.

“Oh, right,” Kendra says, returning to the moment. “First, let’s see if we can get inside, then we can make a list of materials we need to buy in town. Then we can clear that tree along the path and mow down some of the grass around the house. That way we’ll have a place to park the truck and set up a work station.” Motioning with her hands.

“Sounds reasonable,” Nate says, nodding his head. “You want to check the left side of the house and I'll do the right and we'll meet in the middle if we don't find the door?”

“Sure,” Kendra responds, pushing towards the left side of the house, stopping when she gets there to inspect the wall and siding. Nate moves to the right, looking up at the structure to make sure nothing will fall on him and notices a small circular window at the top that's broken out. 

“There's a window near the top that's broken,” Nate shouts as he makes his way towards the other side. 

“Same over here,” Kendra says looking towards the roof and seeing a similar broken window. She takes a few more moments to flake off some of the chipping paint before walking around the corner to see Nate a few feet back from the hose,staring slack jawed towards it  “What is it?” Shuffling next to him. He points towards the house.  She turns to see the wood door, warped, damaged, and covered with scratches. 

“Should we be concerned about that?” Nate asks, eyes still locked on the door. 

“Maybe,” Kendra says, approaching it. “Scratches are old so we should be fine.” Running her fingers over the weathered marks. 

“That's all well and good, but what could have done that?” Nate asks, moving next to her.

“Bear most likely. Probably trying to get some food left inside.” Kendra says, wiping her hand on her pants. 

“There's bears out here!?” Nate asks, scanning the tree line. 

“Not that I'm aware, but these could have been made anytime in the last fifty years so who knows what took place back then,” She replies, shouldering the door. It creaks but doesn't move and she gives it a few more tries with the same result. “Jammed good, but we can deal with that later. Let's head back to the truck and get some tools.” Finding the path in the grass that Nate made and making her way out of the clearing. Nate follows after her, nervously looking through the trees until they get back to the truck. 

“Do you want to mow grass or cut wood?” Kendra asks, opening the tail gate and changing out of her boots. 

“I can mow, but I need to take a dump first,” Nate responds. She digs through the tools in the bed of the truck, pulling out a shovel and handing it to him. 

“There's toilet paper in the cab.” Turning back to pull more tools out.

“You can't be serious, I'm not going out in the woods if there's potentially bears arounds,” Nate protests.

“Well I'm not holding your hand so deal or hold it, because we aren't going back to town until evening,” Kendra smirks, clicking the battery into the weed eater and extending it to him. Nate takes it from her with a grumble and walks to the cab pulling out a roll of toilet paper and a couple bottles of water. “If you want to dig the hole I'll build you an out house.” Shouting as he disappears around the first bend in the path. She pulls out a chain saw, clicking in a battery, and returns to the fallen tree, studying it to figure out how best to remove it, and with a little finesse she's able to get it on the ground and starts cutting it into rounds to be split for fire wood. The job takes a few hours and when finished she returns to the truck, fetching some water and a bag of jerky. Eating a few pieces she takes the bag to go check on Nate, finding him at the edge of cleaning in a hole about half as deep as he is tall. 

“I didn't think you'd actually do it,” She chuckles, tossing him the bad of jerky. He catches it and stuffs a piece into his mouth as he climbs out. 

“It's an overgrown mess in there so you can thank me later,” He says through a mouth full of jerky. Kendra takes the shovel from him and hops into the hole, digging while he takes a break. The two trade off when the other needs a rest until the hole is deeper than they are tall. 

“You think that's deep enough?” Nate asks, pulling himself out. 

“Guess we'll find out,” Kendra says, looking over it. “Let's get some of this grass cut, then we can take some measurements and head back to town. Nate nods and picks up the weed eater, cutting a path towards the house, and trading off until the sun starts to set. 

“I was hoping to get to the hardware store today, but that's alright we can do it tomorrow,” Kendra says, pleased with the work they did. Packing up the tools they drive back to town, stopping to have dinner at the small diner, and getting a few looks from the locals seated at the bar. 

“What's the plan?” Nate asks after getting their order taken. 

“I was so excited about the house I forgot to set up my tent so I guess I'm crashing at the hotel with you, but it works out, we can charge the batteries and I won’t have to drive back in to get you,” Kendra says, after finishing her glass of water. 

“Are you planning to abuse that poor hotel every time you need to charge stuff?” Nate asks with a chuckle. 

“No, I have some solar chargers that work surprisingly well, I just didn't have a spot to set them up,” Kendra answers. 

“Sure, sure,” Nate smirks. They finish their meal and head over to the hotel, finding another car in the parking lot across from Nate’s. Inside the owner sits behind the counter reading a book and greets them warmly. After their conversation, and due to lack of customers, she gives each of them a room for the price of one.

“That was really nice of her,” Nate says, opening the door to his room.

“Yeah it was. Well get some rest and remember to charge those batteries. I’m planning on getting up at six and going over to the diner for breakfast, if you’re not up when I leave you’re on your own.” Kendra says, unlocking her room. Nate nods and shuts the door behind him. The room is small, with a single bed, a couple of dressers against the walls and a TV on top of the one across from the bed. On the wall opposite the door is the entrance to the bathroom. Kendra drops her bag at the foot of the bed, pulling out the battery packs she had brought, and setting the alarm clock on the dresser. The fatigue of the day starts to settle in, but as tempting as the bed sounds, it feels rude to crawl into it covered in dirt and sweat. Stripping down she walks into the bathroom, turning on the shower and looking herself over in the mirror. Her face has smears of dirt as does her hair, making it normal black color look even grayer than it already is. There’s a defined line on her arms and chest where her shirt wasn’t covering. She cups her breasts, a little spilling out of each hand, and lifts them, finding a line of dirt underneath and between them. She lets them drop and takes a step back, turning each cheek towards the mirror to look for blemishes, and lifts the little bit of fat above her hips, revealing more dirt. She lets out a sigh and enters the shower, letting the warm soothe the sore muscles already forming.

“You got this,” She mutters before grabbing the soap and cleaning herself. Exiting the shower she lays naked across the bed, closing her eyes and drawing in a deep breath. Then next thing she knows the alarm is ringing. Surprised, and a little stiff, she doesn’t feel too groggy when she gets up to shut off the alarm. “This is going to work.” Smiling as she stretches. She gets dressed and pulls her hair back into a pony tail before exiting the room, meeting Nate in the hallway.

“Morning,” Kendra chirps and Nate returns a grunt. “Didn’t sleep well?”

“Everything hurts, and I’ve got another two days of this,” Nate groans, following her out to the parking lot and into the crisp morning air.

“You were the one that told me to wait until you got a three day weekend,” Kendra responds. Nate hangs his head in defeat and the two drive over to the diner, getting greeted by the same old lady that served them the night before. They eat their breakfast in silence, save for the murmuring of the old men at the bar, talking about farming and sipping their coffee. They return to the hotel, grab their stuff before heading back to the house they found. Upon arrival Kendra drives along the path and into the clearing.

“You happy that Dave bought the jacked up truck now?” Nate jokes, unbuckling his seat belt..

“No, he’s still an idiot, not only did we not need the work truck being this tall, but fat load it did for him on his other truck when he got hit.” Kendra snaps, causing Nate to back against the door.

“You alright?” Nate asks after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah… forget about it. Let's see what the inside of the house looks like,” Kendra says, shutting off the truck and getting out. Nate lingers for a moment then follows, finding her in the bed preparing the chainsaw. 

“We can talk..” Nate starts.

“I said I was fine,” Kendra interrupts, heading to the door of the house. She takes the chainsaw to it and in short order it lies in pieces. They look through the doorway and see the bare studs of the wall across from them, the concrete floor and a thick layer of dust and dirt.

“Didn't get very far did they?” Nate says looking over Kendra's shoulder. 

“We'll see, help me clear the door out,” Kendra says. They remove the pieces of the door and enter. The inside of the house is one large room, with a loft above the door, a ladder leading up to it, and a cast iron stove in the corner opposite the ladder with a pile of wood next to it. All of the walls except the one by the stove are unfinished, and there's evidence of some long abandoned bird nests near the broken windows. In the center of the house is an old folding card table and wooden stool. Kendra rushes over to the wall opposite the door, checking the wood before moving over to the stove and then testing the ladder. 

“I can work with this,” She says, climbing up the ladder. It creeks under her weight but holds and at the top she finds a box of old tools, the tattered remains of a sleeping bag, a handful of spent shotgun shells and a layer of bird droppings covering it all. 

“How's it looking?” Nate asks from the bottom of the ladder. 

“Some old tools and a healthy amount of bird shit,” Kendra jokes, looking around. She stands at the top of the ladder, but as the loft goes back, it meets with the pitch of the roof, requiring her to go on her knees if she wanted to fully explore it. “Looks like there's a few spots where the roof is leaking.” Seeing spots of bare wood amongst the droppings. She climbs back down and Nate climbs the ladder, looking around when he gets to the top but never leaving it.

“What do you think those shells are about?” Nate asks, descending the ladder. 

“Could be a lot of things,” Kendra shrugs. She leaves the house and returns to the truck, retrieving a tape measure and note book. She spends the next couple of hours measuring and making a list while Nate mows more of the grass. When she's done they move all the tools from the truck to the house and return to town, stopping at the lone hardware store. An older man with salt and pepper hair and a matching trimmed beard and mustache stands behind a U shaped counter talking to another older man when the bell on the door notifies them of Nate and Kendra's entrance.

“Hello,what can I help you with?” The man from behind the counter asks.

“I'm looking for this,” Kendra says, walking up to him and handing him her list. He takes a moment to read it over, looking up to look at the various aisles before returning. 

“We'll have to check the back for the wood.” The man says using his thumb to point at a door behind and to the side of the counter. “But I think we've got what you need.” 

“What you build’n?” The other old man asks, leaning over to look at the list. 

“Not your business to prod,” The man behind the counter says, giving the other one a glare. 

“It's alright, because you're going to be seeing a lot of me for a little while,” Kendra answers, flashing a smile. “I bought some land south of town and I'm shoring up a structure I found on it.” The two men exchange a confused look then the man behind the counter's face lights up. 

“You’re the one that bought the last of the old Jackson place! I was wondering if we would get to meet you. My name Jack, I’m the owner here, welcome to the community, “ Jack says, extending his hand towards her. Kendra takes it and gives him a firm hand shake. “And is this your husband?” Kendra's body goes stiff as she retracts her hand. 

“Brother,” Nate says, moving next to her. 

“Ah, welcome,” Jack says, extending his hand towards Nate. “So what’s this about finding a structure? I thought all that was out there was woods and swamp.” Releasing his hand. Kendra remains frozen. 

“That’s what we thought too,” Nate says, after a brief pause. “But when we started exploring we found a house someone built thirty to fifty years back.” 

“I never hear no one talk about a house out there. You ever heard anything like that, Bill?” Jack asks, turning towards the other man. 

“Na, it was before my time, but taint surpris’n. My pa said old man Jackson went a little off the deep end there towards the end, so who knows what he got up to,” Bill says. 

“But a whole house?” Jack questions. 

“Well it’s more of a one room shack than a house, but Kendra here has been doing remodeling for the last twenty years so she’ll have it shaped up in no time, isn’t that right?” Nate says, bumping against her. 

“Right,” Kendra answers, coming back to the moment. 

“Well good to hear, I’m excited to hear how it turns out,” Jack says, walking out from around the counter. “Now let's get you what you need. They follow Jack through the aisles of tools and supplies, picking out the things on Kendra’s list before going out to the back and collecting the wood. Jack helps them load everything and give them a warm farewell as they leave. 

“He seems nice,” Nate says once they’re on the road. 

“Don’t start,” Kendra snaps, turning up the radio. Nate settles in, saying nothing for the rest of the drive. When they get back to the house they begin the process of cleaning out the loft, building the out house, replacing the door, boarding up the windows and sweeping the dust out of the larger room. 

“You staying at the hotel tonight?” Nate asks, as the sun begins to set. 

“We made good progress on the house, so I think we should stay out here tonight,” Kendra responds. 

“Do we have too?” Nate asks, looking around the tree line. 

“It’ll be fine, and I’ll make you a deal. Stay out here tonight so you can help me patch the roof in the morning and you can leave after that,” Kendra says, her voice sweet. Nate considers it for a moment. “If not then I’m making you drive yourself out here tomorrow and keeping you until sun down.” 

“Fiiiiine,” Nate yields. “But only if you have a sleeping bag for me.” Kendra smirks at her victory and the two spend the remaining time setting up in the loft. After eating some MRE’s they turn off the lanterns they hung and settle in. Sleep doesn't come quickly for Kendra like it did the night before and she tosses and turns, trying to find a comfortable spot before her mind wanders, but she's unsuccessful and thoughts of the past few months creep in. She feels the tears starting to build when a voice calls out to her. 

“Hello, how are you?” The voice says,sounding distant and slightly distorted. 

“No, quit haunting me, I'm still mad at you,” Kendra says, putting her back towards the voice. 

“Beg pardon?” The voice asks, drawing closer. 

“Nevermind, I’ve missed you, can you come over here and hold me?” Kendra asks, voice soft as she pulls her knees towards her chest. 

“I think you've…” The voice begins. 

“Please, I need this, “ Kendra begs, scrunching her body more. There's a pause, then she feels an arm drape over her. She closes her eyes as the tears begin to fall. 

“Thank you,” She whispers. Despite still being wrapped in her sleeping bag she can feel the warmth of a body behind her and snuggles against it. Feeling the tension leave her body. She reaches up and grabs the arm through the sleeping bag, trying to not make noise as she cries. She lays there for some time letting the tears stop and her mood change from sad to a happy comfortable, but as it does her mind starts to wander and she shifts the arm down to her breasts, rubbing them against it, before gently thrusting her hips against the form, which remains still. She continues feeling her nipples perk and a bulge start to press into her hips. 

“Are you..” The voice asks, loosening its grip.

“Sorry!” Kendra snaps, stopping all action. “I know you don't like it, but please don't leave yet.” Desperation in her voice. The form tightens around her and she lets out a sigh, enjoying the sensation of being held again.

“Are you proud of me?” Kendra asks, voice tiny. There's a pause as a hand strokes her hair. 

“Of course I am. You've gotten so much work done already.” The voice replies. It has been so long since she has heard genuine praise that it causes her body to throb with excitement. 

“Do you mean it?” She asks, hoping for more. 

“Yes, the house already looks better than it did before as does its occupant.” The voice answers, giving her a squeeze. Another pulse of excitement courses through her, and she so desperately wants to move to something more intimate, but worries if she tries she’ll lose what she’s got. 

“You’re just saying that,” Kendra says, hiding her excitement.

“No, it’s true. I can’t wait to see what other good work you do here,” The voice says. Kendra trembles with desire, then feels the flush of embarrassment for getting so excited over something so simple and contains herself, still enjoying the sensation but craving more. She lays there wrapped in the secure embrace trying to build up the courage to act on her desires when the body behind her starts to shift. 

“This has been enjoyable, but it’s time for me to go. Would you like me to come back?” The voice asks as it pulls away. 

“Yes please,”Kendra answers, turning over, but when her back touches the floor, her eyes open, sunlight is seeping between the boards they used to cover the broken windows, and she can hear birds chirping in the distance.   

“What a silly little dream,” She thinks, running it through her mind again.

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Kendra lies on her back looking up at the ceiling with a wide smile.

“Was that really just a dream? It felt so real, but then again the person holding me felt huge, and Dave never was the type to hand out praise.” Kendra thinks, letting her hand wander down her body. “No, I shouldn't.” Stopping as she reaches her waist band. “The sun's up, it's time to work.” She attempts to sit up, but her stiff muscles resist her and she drops back to the floor rolling on her side to try again. When she does she notices Nate staring back wide eyed and with the sleeping bag pulled up over his head. 

“What are you…” Kendra starts only to get shooshed.

“There's something walking around outside,” Nate whispers, pulling the sleeping bag tighter. Kendra sits up and crawls to the window, listening for movement, but doesn't hear anything other than the birds.

“Sure you weren't dreaming?” Kendra asks after a few moments. 

“No, I woke up maybe an hour or so ago, and was going to go pee when I heard something walking around, and it sounded big, “ Nate responds sitting up. 

“I think you're just scaring yourself. I don't hear anything, “ Kendra responds, freeing herself from the sleeping bag. 

“It might have left when the sun came up, but I couldn't tell for sure,” Nate says.

“What do you mean you couldn't tell? I thought you said it sounded big,” Kendra says, shooting him a glare. 

“It did, but you were…you were making some noises in your sleep so I'm not sure,” Nate says, looking away.

“What kind of noises?” Kendra asks, shuffling over to the ladder. 

“Hey, you're not going to go out there are you!?” Nate says crawling out of his sleeping bag.

“Clearly you're not going to do it, and you didn't answer my question,”  Kendra says, climbing down the ladder and looking through the tools.

“I won't go into detail but you sounded very… pleased,” Nate says after a pause. Kendra stops what she's doing, feeling her face flush as she recalls her dream. 

“I see… well nothing I can do about that. Now get down here and let's check on your visitor,” Kendra says, pulling the machete from the pile. Nate slowly descends the ladder, cowering behind Kendra as she unlocks the door, weapon raised. The cool morning air rushes in with the movement of the door, and other than the outhouse, the clearing stands empty. Kendra leans out from the doorway, checking each side, before stepping out. 

“There's nothing here, you can go pee now,” Kendra says, letting the machete hang at her side.

“You didn't check the whole area,” Nate protests, poking his head out the door. 

“Fine! Big baby,” Kendra grumbles, walking around the house, she peaks around the corner, and sees nothing save for the morning sun gleaming off the dew on the grass that still needs to be cut. She does a full circle around the house then walks over to the outhouse.

“Did you see anything?” Nate asks, stepping out.

“Yeah, there's a whole pile of bears waiting patiently for you,” Kendra jokes entering the outhouse. Nates scowls, but timidly creeps around the corner to check. 

“Swear I heard something,” Nate says when Kendra finishes. 

“It was probably a deer,” Kendra responded.

“No, it sounded bigger than that,” Nate replies. 

“Do you even know what a deer sounds like?” Kendra asks. 

“Well. No,” Nate answers, looking down. “But this sounded like a person walking, a big person.

“It was probably a group of deer then. We did make a bunch of feed,” Kendra says pointing to the grass they raked up.

“I guess,” Nate yields, staring at the pile for a moment before rushing into the outhouse. Kendra chuckles and prepares them another MRE for breakfast. They spend the rest of the morning on the roof, repairing the damaged shingles and the leaks.

“Did we get everything? Nate asks from the ground as Kendra walks across the roof 

“I think so, “ She responds, starting down the ladder.

“Is that going to be enough?” Nate questions, holding it steady. 

“The whole thing needs to be replaced, but it'll hold until we can get to it.” Kendra says, stepping to the ground. “Well a deal's a deal, let's go get lunch then you're free to go.” They get in the truck, but before Kendra can start it, a loud buzzing radiates from Nate's pocket. Pulling out his phone, he answers the call. 

“Hi, hun… yup I survived… yup we're going to go get lunch then I'll be heading back I'll call you when I leave…K I'll tell her… love you too.” Nate hangs up and puts the phone back in his pocket.

“I’m surprised you get reception out here,” Kendra says, starting the truck. 

“Same, it's not great mind you. I don't think I could do anything more than call or text but it's better than nothing. Oh and May says hi,” Nate says. 

“Tell her hi back,” Kendra says with a dry tone. They drive to town, eat lunch at the diner then head to the hotel. 

“Got everything?” Kendra asks, as Nate throws his bag into the back of his car. 

“I think so,” Nate responds, patting himself down. At least the important stuff. Oh! There was one thing.” Digging around in his back seat and emerging with a phone that he presents to Kendra. 

“I told you I didn't want that anymore.” Kendra says, pushing it towards him. 

“I know, but it would make me feel better if you had it, and I'll even pay for it.” Nate says, pushing it back. 

“Why?” Kendra asks, pushing against him.

“Encase you want to talk abo…” Nate starts.

“I don't,” Kendra interrupts with a stern tone.

“Well then take it and send me a text each night so I know things are alright,”Nate replies with a smile. 

“If it'll get you out of my hair,” Kendra grumbles, taking the phone and putting it in her pocket. Nate leans in and gives her a hug before getting into his car. 

“I'll be back next weekend.” He says with a wave, pulling out of the parking lot. 

“Finally alone, “ Kendra mutters as she watches him leave. She hops in her truck and drives over to the hardware store, finding Jack behind the counter talking to three other men. 

“Hey! Burned through all that stuff already?” Jack asks, leaning around one of the guys. 

“Not quite, but these old bones can take sleeping on the floor like they used to, so I was wondering if you had some big foam squares?” Kendra asks, leaning against the counter. 

“Old bones? You're only twenty nine right?” Jack jokes with a wink. 

“Sure. We'll go with that, but I still want that foam if you got it.” Kendra smirks. 

“Aisle three, do you want some help?” Jack asks. 

“I think I'll be alright.” Kendra responds, looking at the numbers on each aisle and going down the one he said. Finding what she wants, and pulling out a couple of pieces, she hears the men murmuring as she returns to the counter.

“What kind of big wild life we got roaming around out here?” She asks the group.

“How big ya talk’n? One of the men asks.

“Deer, cats.. bears.” Kendra answers. 

“Ain't no bears been around here in over a hundred years, but deer we got plenty of.” The guy says.

“Damn things are a menace,” Another guy chimes in. “Feel free to take out as many as you want.”

“Isn't that illegal?” Kendra asks, glancing between them. 

“N’body's policing the land you're on. In fact, I bet the butcher down the road would cut you a good deal if you brought one to him,” The first guy injects. 

“Enough! Stop trying to get other people to do work for ya,” Jack says, looking between the two guys. “But to answer your question, deer yes, bears no, cats sometimes, but nothing bigger than a bobcat.” 

“Unless you believe old Paul, he claims to see mountain lions all the time. “ The last guy states. They all shoot him a glare before turning back to Kendra. 

“Why do you ask?” Jack probes.

“I found some old scratches on the building I found and I was curious, sounds like it was probably a bobcat or maybe a mountain lion, they looked pretty old.” Kendra says. The men exchange a glance and she pays for the supplies returning home to set up her makeshift mattress. Once finished she goes back to the yard, mowing and raking grass until the sun starts to set. She texts her brother and settles in, wondering if she'll have another crazy dream. She falls asleep quickly and sleeps through the night without incident, waking the next morning feeling a little sore, but otherwise good. She spends the day and the next cutting more grass and servicing the stove. Each night she crawls into bed exhausted, barely able to send her brother a good night text before falling asleep. On the third day she wakes to the house still dark and the patter of rain hitting the roof. 

She lights the stove, enjoying the atmosphere, but with the lack of things to do, her mind starts to wander to thoughts she'd rather not have. She picks up her phone, staring at her brother's number before setting it aside.

“No, I can do this.” She says, pulling out a note book. She spends the rest of the day drawing and redrawing plans for the house and the surrounding grounds, trying different arrangements and once satisfied begins to detail every step, tool, and material she'll need. Deep into the project she feels herself nodding off, but pushes on, wanting to finish.

“You should be in bed,” The voice from a few nights ago says, placing their hands on her shoulders. 

“Here to make fun of me for not being done?” Kendra says, pulling her right shoulder free and continuing to write in her notebook. 

“Did I say something?” The voice asks with some confusion, removing their other hand.

“No, but I know you,” Kendra replies.

“Do you?” The voice asks.

“Yes, you act all sweet, but then you're going to point out some little things that I've missed or tell me this part would look better over there.” Kendra grumbles.

“I would never,” The voice says, returning their hands and starting to rub her shoulders. “You've been working too hard, your muscles are tight.” Kendra stops, keeping her head down, and enjoying the sensation but not wanting to admit it. “ This is going to require some work. Here hop up on the table. “ Kendra looks up and in front of her is a massage table.

“What? How did..?” Kendra asks, trying to turn around.

“Shhh, don't worry about it, just relax,” The voice answers, resisting her motion.”

“Alright,” Kendra says, standing up and stripping down before laying on the table. The hands return to her shoulders and she grunts at the pain as they press into the knots. 

“You're going to burn yourself out at this rate,” The voice says, squeezing the skin around her collar bones.

“I'll be fine,” She replies, gritting her teeth. “There’s still work to be done.” Letting out a relieved breath as they release. The hands move down her back, gently gripping her cheeks before sliding up her sides, finger tips brushing against her breasts. A soft moan escapes her and a strange fragrance fills the air, one she can only describe as a musky floral, not unpleasant but odd enough she takes note of it. 

“What's that smell,” She asks. 

“Just something to help you.” The voice replies, moving back up to her shoulders. The fragrance intensifies and as she breaths it her mind relaxes, but her body shivers with excitement. Each time the finger tips graze her skin or the hands return to her ass, pulses of please rush through her. The hands toggle between the firm and sensual, melting the soreness away before caressing to soothe it. The smell grows stronger again and her body aches, receptive and ready, but she's too afraid to ask. Instead parting her legs in hopes they'll catch the hint, and feeling her moisture roll out as she does. The hands explore her inner thighs, but never delve as deep as she wants them too. She's about to reach her limit when the hands stop. 

“Sorry, I've got to go again, but that should help,” The voice whispers in her ear. Before she can respond she wakes up. Face down on the card table.

“Damnit, even in my dreams I can't get any.”  She thinks, sitting up.

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Kendra checks the time on her phone, a little after nine in the morning and sees multiple texts and a missed call from Nate. Reading through the messages she reaches to rub the back of her neck out of habit, and finds the soreness she's grown accustomed to is gone. Eyes widening she stops and rolls her shoulders, finding no pain there as well, and her body tenses.

“How is this possible!? It was just a dream wasn't it? It had to have been. Dave never gave me a massage the whole time we were married… maybe he changed? No, he's too stubborn for that, maybe the dream was a sneaky way of my body telling me it's getting used to the work I'm doing?… yeah, that has to be it.” Kendra thinks, relaxing a little. Her hand drops from her neck, and brushes against her inner thigh, finding it warm and wet. Surprised, she recalls the dream and unbuttons her pants to reach inside. Her underwear is soaked as she pushes past them, running a finger between her folds and discovers that she’s as sensitive as she was in her dream. 

“I shouldn’t. He wouldn’t approve.” Letting out a soft moan as she explores a little more. “Fuck it.” Gasping as she plunges a finger deep inside. Her body pulses with pleasure, and she brings her thumb to her clit, grinding against it as she slowly rocks her finger in and out. 

“Why does it feel so good?” A drawn out moan accompanying her increased pace. Her mind wanders back to the dream and a wave of desire rushes through her, imagining what it would have felt like if her masseuse had taken the hint. She pushes another finger in and reaches under her shirt and bra, grasping her breast and squeezing it. Her body flutters against her fingers and a wet slap emanates from around her clit as she chases her climax, imaging being stuffed. She increases her efforts with the thought, adding a third finger, and vibrating on her clit, pushing until her hand is on the verge of cramping when her orgasm finally hits. Her body trembles, clamping around fingers, while a few gasps of ecstasy escape her. She squeezes her breast in an attempt to prolong the sensation, slumping against the card table after it passes, catching her breaths and shivering as some aftershocks roll by. The hand on her breast falls from her shirt and a few moments later she pulls the other free.

“Well that was embarrassing.” Looking at the mess on her fingers. Grabbing a towel and the hand sanitizer, she begins the process of cleaning herself, when the phone rings and she answers. 

“You alright!” Nate’s voice blasts through the speaker. 

“Yeah, I’m alright, you don’t need to shout,” Kendra replies, finishing what she was doing. 

“Sorry, I was worried, you didn’t send your text last night,” Nate replies. 

“Yeah, it has been raining, so I sat down to draw up plans for the house and must have lost track of time, because I woke up on the table,” Kendra says, opening the door. 

“Is it still raining?” Nate asks. 

“Yeah,” Kendra answers, watching the rain fall.

“Did you still want me to come down tomorrow?” Nate asks. 

“If it stops raining. I’ll text you in the morning and let you know,” Kendra says, closing the door and returning to the stool. 

“If it does, what did you have in mind?” Nate asks. Kendra pauses, looking over the list she made the night before, when a drop of water lands next to the note book. 

“Roof,” She says with a sigh. 

“What?” Nate responds. 

“A big fat drop just fell from the roof onto the table. Guess it was in worse shape than I thought, so we should prioritize replacing it,” Kendra says, looking around to see if the roof is leaking anywhere else. 

“Do you have the stuff for that?” Nate asks.

“No, but since it’s raining I was planning on going into town anyways, so I can check,” Kendra answers. 

“What were you heading into town originally for then?” Nate asks. 

“Shower and laundry,” Kendra replies, looking down at the wet spot on her pants. 

“Ah, well that’ll be good then. I’ll let you go, just wanted to make sure you were alright,” Nate says, ending the call. Kendra changes clothes, and packs what she needs before heading into town. Knowing that the owner won’t be at the hotel for a few more hours, she stops at the diner for a late breakfast, and uses the time to look over her plan, setting up a priority list, noticing that a few of the locals at the bar keep glancing over at her. She leaves the diner and goes to the hotel, finding a few cars in the parking lot this time and enters to find the owner behind the counter. A woman maybe five to ten years older than herself. She’s slender framed, with faded red hair pulled back, light pink lipstick and a pair of glasses clinging to the tip of her nose as she works on a crochet project.   

“Hello, again,” She chirps, looking over her glasses as Kendra walks in. 

“Hey Be,” Kendra responds. 

“How’s the homesteading? Jack said you found a house on the property. That’s so exciting,” Be says, putting down her crochet. 

“He did, did he? Guess I should have expected that,” Kendra says, leaning against the counter. 

“Yeah, news travels fast in a small town, although Jack has been particularly chatty about you. I think he might like you,” Be says with a wink. 

“I think he likes that I’m good for business more than anything,” Kendra retorts.

“No, I think it’s more than that, he’s almost giddy when he talks about you. You should go for him, I know he has a little bit of a gut, but his wife used to say he’s quite the stallion, if you know what I mean,” Be says, nudging Kendra with her elbow. 

“Used?” Kendra inquires. 

“Right, you wouldn’t know. She passed, some twenty odd years ago, cancer, terrible shame.

“I see. Well I’m… not ready for anything like that at the moment,” Kendra says, holding herself together. 

“Oh, I wasn’t saying you should marry him, just have a little fun. Hell, I remember when I got divorced, there wasn’t a single guy in town that I didn’t ride hard and put away wet,” Be says with a chuckle. 

“I… I didn’t get divorced,” Kendra replies, voice soft. 

“What?... oh, OH! Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. All this time I thought you were recently divorced. You poor thing, when did it happen?” Be asks, grabbing Kendra’s hands. 

“It’s alright, about four months back,” Kendra answers, her voice cracking a bit. 

“There, there we’ll get you through this,” Be says, leaning over the counter to hug her. “You just let me know if there’s anything you need.” 

“Well, if you wouldn’t mind, I was looking to see if I can take a shower, and is there a place in town where I can do my laundry?” Kendra asks, pulling away from the hug. 

“There is, but how about this? We take you up to the suite and let you use the tub. Then while you enjoy your bath I can do your laundry here,” Be says, grabbing one of the keys.

“I’m not worth that much trouble,” Kendra replies. 

“It’s no trouble at all, and I won’t take no for an answer, so march back out to your truck and bring in your laundry,” Be says, with a stern voice. 

“Can I at least pay you?” Kendra asks, backing towards the door. 

“You can buy me lunch one day,” Be says, motioning Kendra towards the door. Kendra yields and returns to her truck, pulling out the bag she’d packed with laundry. When she returns Be is waiting and guides Kendra to the suite, unlocking the door. 

“There’s some robes in the bathroom, strip down and put one on then all your clothes will be clean,” Be says. Kendra nods and enters the room, similar in layout to the one she had been in, but with a bigger bed. She enters the bathroom, and it’s easily double the size of the one from the other room, and against the wall is a large white tub with gold trim around the top edge and supported by gold feet. Two long white robes hang next to the tub and Kendra starts the water before slipping out of her clothes and into one of the robes. She meets Be at the door handing her the clothes she was wearing and the bag that she brought in.

“Enjoy your bath,” Be says with a smile, shutting the door behind her. Before entering the bath Kendra looks herself over in the mirror to see if there were any results from all her hard work, noticing none, she sinks into the water, letting the heat envelop her. She soaks for a while, letting her mind relax while thinking about what Be said and wandering back to the dream she had. She brushes it off, but as she’s cleaning herself she notices that she’s still quite sensitive and considers going again, but stops herself. She exits the tub and dries off, wrapping the towel around her body while she waits for her laundry. It isn’t long after that there’s a knock at the door. 

“Laundy’s done,” Be shouts from behind the door. 

“You can come in, I'm out of the bath,” Kendra responds. The door opens and Be walks in with a basket of folded laundry. 

“You didn’t have to fold everything, but thank you,” Kendra protests, picking out a set of clothes. 

“It was the least I could do.” Be says, and Kendra gives her a hug. “I know you’re not ready yet, but when you are, you’re going to be able to get any man or woman in town.” Flashing a smile as she looks Kendra over in her towel. Kendra is caught off guard by the comment, and during the silence Be slips out of the room closing the door. Kendra shrugs it off and gets dressed, thanking Be again as she leaves and drives to the hardware. Knowing what she knows, the interaction between her and Jack is a little awkward but she’s able to verify that he has the supplies she needs to repair the roof. She returns home and starts the stove, letting the house warm before turning in early. She sleeps through the night and wakes before the sun rises, finding that the rain has stopped, she texts Nate and prepares the tools they’ll need. Nate calls her when he’s close to town and she meets him at the hotel, picking him up before they get the stuff from the hardware store, and spend the rest of the day working on the roof. 

“Can you take me back to the hotel for tonight?” Nate asks, looking around.

“Why?” Kendra asks, looking over the work we’ve done. 

“I… I just don’t feel comfortable out here. It feels like someone or something is watching me,” Nate responds. 

“Still spooked from last time?” Kendra jokes. “You know exposure helps with that.” 

“I’d rather not if I get the choice,” Nate responds. 

“Well you don’t. By the time I take you to town and drive back it would be dark and I don’t want to be fumbling around in the dark,” Kendra says, walking towards the house. Nate sighs and follows her, and after a meal they head to bed. The night passes quickly and they wake shortly after dawn, finishing the roof by early afternoon.  

“Good work, shouldn’t have any leaks now,” Kendra says, looking up at the finished job. 

“I would hope not, that was a lot of work,” Nate says, finishing off a bottle of water. 

“It would have been way worse if that storm hadn’t rolled through to keep the heat down,” Kendra says, turning towards him. “But now that the jobs done, let’s get you back to your car so you can go home. You coming next weekend?”

“Not sure, I might have a work thing, and I think May said we had something… speaking of May she wanted you to have this,” Nate says, getting up and opening his bag. He pulls out a framed picture and hands it to Kendra. “She found this when cleaning and wanted you to have it. Says it’ll help.” Kendra looks at the picture, one that she and Dave took during a camping trip after they first got married.  

“I… don’t…”Kendra stammers, looking away. 

“I know, but please. I’m terrible at lying so May will know if I didn’t see you take it, and she WILL drive all the way down here to make you take it,” Nate says offering the picture again. Kendra yields and takes it, tossing it in the back seat of her truck before returning to town. Nate leaves and Kendra returns home, busying herself until the sun begins to set. As she settles into her sleeping bag she thinks about the photo Nate gave her, the good time she had on that trip, and how Dave barely let her keep pants on the whole weekend. A smile crosses her face and an ache enters her body as she reflects on the lover he used to be. Aroused, her hands wander down her body,  and as she continues to reminisce, pushes a finger in, and lets out a soft moan.

“Enjoying yourself?” The voice she's heard in nights before asks. 

“No!” She says, turning away from the voice. 

“You sure? You don't have to stop on my account,” The voice replies. 

“But I know you don't like when I do it,” Kendra says, voice soft. 

“When did I say that?” The voice asks.

“You didn't, but I can tell it bothers you, so I'll stop,” Kendra says, freeing her finger.

“If you insist, but I wouldn't mind watching,” The voice says, and she feels a form lay behind her. “Or maybe you're wanting something more?” The form moves its hips closer and something long and hard pressed against Kendra’s ass before sliding up. Her body rages with desire, but she remains still, confused by their actions. 

“This ok?” The voice asks, pulling back and rubbing against her again. Kendra nods, shuffles out of her sleeping bag, and pulls down her underwear. The form slides back again and heat from what feels like a massive cock slides up her crack and rests between her cheeks. A hand reaches over and grasps one of her breasts, fondling it while the cock starts a slow grind. Her body is on fire, wanting to feel them inside of her so badly, and can't help but moan at their touch. They shift down and with each thrust their tip parts her folds before sliding away. The sensation is intoxicating and she moans each time with anticipation, hoping it'll be the one. They continue for longer than she would like, but finally they pause, and she feels the girth of their tip press into her, but before more can enter she wakes up. 

“Son of bitch it has to be him.” Groaning as she tosses her pillow at the wall.

Chapter Text

“I’m haunted, I'm fucking haunted. He's come back to continue to mess with me… he would do that.” Kendra thinks, checking the time, a little before seven in the morning. “At least I can get up and work” fuming as she crawls out of her sleeping bag, gets dressed, and grabs the shovel. She leaves the house, walking a ways out into the clearing and starts to dig, uprooting the mowed grass and forming a rough rectangle shape. When she was making her plans, she had left room for some garden plots and eventual greenhouses, but considering it was already past the typical planting season,she had placed it low on her priority list for the year.

“I still can't believe he would…” Grabbing a clump of grass and ripping it apart to free the dirt. She continues to dig and rip, replaying the dream in her mind over and over. “How dare he.”

“How dare you!” She shouts, causing some birds to fly off. Drawn by the noise she pauses to watch them then returns to work with a grumble. She digs for hours, finishing one plot and moving to another. Despite her muscles screaming at her to stop, she ignores their plea and presses on getting about half way through the plot when she feels a sharp pain in her foot after pushing the shovel in. Checking, she sees that the shovel has worn through her shoe. 

“And now you've made me ruin my shoes!” Kendra says, lifting the shovel over her head and tossing it to the ground. She walks back to the house in a puff, grabs her keys and hops in the truck. As she drives the soreness comes to the forefront, quashing any anger she has remaining. 

“I’m such an idiot. I let him get a rise out of me, and I’m sure that’s exactly what he wanted. Now look at me.” Groaning at the pain as she rubs her shoulder. She uses the rest of the drive to calm down and starts forming a plan. Figuring now that she's got a garden plot she might as well plant something, even if it's just flowers, but if she's going to start a garden then she's going to need water and to get water where she's at she's going to need to dig a well. Plan in mind she stops at the hardware store.

“Hello Ms. Kendra, what can I do for you today?” Jack asks as she enters, straightening up. 

“Shoes,” Kendra says, leaning against the counter. 

“I got boots, but if you want anything else there's a little section in the grocery store,” Jack replies, leaning towards her. 

“‘I’ll go check there then, but since I'm here, you know anyone that can order me in some windows and dig me a well?” Kendra asks. 

“If you're not in a hurry I can order the windows, and there is a guy around here that does wells, let me see if…” Jack says with a grunt as he bends down to look under the counter. “Yeah, I do.” Standing up with a business card in hand and handing it to Kendra. “Give him a call, he'll take care of you.” Smile on his face. Kendra looks at the card for a moment then stuffs it into the pocket. 

“Thank you, and I'd like to place an order for some windows,” Kendra says, returning his smile.

“Sure thing. Hey Mike, get out here, Jack shouts over his shoulder towards a doorway at the back of the store. 

“What do you need?” A man looking to be in his mid to early twenties says, emerging from the doorway. 

“This is my boy Mike,” Jack says, waving him over. “He's back from college for the summer and helping me out. This is Ms. Kendra, she wants to order some windows.” Mike extends a hand towards Kendra and she shakes it. He's fit but not over muscular, brown hair, clean shaven and a little bit taller than Jack. 

“Pleasure to meet you, dads told me a lot about you,” Mike says, releasing her hand. 

“So I've been hearing,” Kendra says with a smirk, shifting her eyes towards him. 

“Anyways, “ Jack says after clearing his throat. “ I'm going to have you fill out the order so I can see if you know how to do it right.” Pulling out a clipboard with a blank form on it. Mike picks it up and starts filling out some of the information. 

“Do you know what size and type of windows you want?” Mike asks.

“Let me go get my notes,” Kendra responds. She goes to the truck to fetch her notebook and returns going over type and dimensions. Jack tries to suggest other, cheaper options,  but Kendra shoots him down each time explaining in detail why that option wouldn't be a good fit.

“Guess your brother wasn't lying when he said you've been doing this for awhile, I didn't even know some of the things you brought up,” Jack says, watching Mike fill out the form. 

“In most cases you wouldn't know until you've seen it happen,” Kendra replies. “There anything else you need?” 

“I don't… think so,” Mike says, filling out the last few lines. “Delivery here, payment upon pickup… should we give her a discount for besting you?” Looking up at his dad with a smirk. 

“Hey, none of that now, I never claimed I was a window guy,” Jack says, pulling the form from Mike's hand. 

“Sure sounded like you thought you were earlier,” Mike retorts. 

“Go sweep the lumber yard,” Jack says with a scowl. Mike lets out a soft chuckle and exits through the door at the back of the store. 

“Boys got no respect sometimes,” Jack grumbles, turning back to Kendra.

“Don't be too hard on him,” Kendra jokes. 

“No, he's a good kid, and turning out to be a better man than I was at his age, but don't tell him I said that,” Jack says looking towards the back. “You on the other hand are good to go. We'll get this order in today and they’ll be here in a few weeks. Did you want to check back in or have me call you?”

“Are you asking me for my phone number?” Kendra asks with some sarcasm in her voice.

“What!? No! I'm mean… I mean I guess I am… but only for the form, not for…” Jack stammers trailing off. 

“Don't worry about it,” Kendra says, patting his hand before turning away. “It'll give me an excuse to come back into town.” Exiting the store. Leaving the parking lot, Kendra realizes that she had skipped breakfast, and drives over to the diner. She pulls out the business card and calls the number. The guy on the other end says he would be happy to come check her place out in a few days and after some back and forth agrees to meet her at the bridge at the corner of her property, since she doesn't know what her address would be. Satisfied with the call she enters the diner, and the place seems to fall silent for a few seconds as everyone watches her walk to a booth. A little strange, but she shrugs it off, taking a seat. When the older lady comes to take her order she informs Kendra that Be told them everything, and if she ever needed anything to just holler. Kendra eats in peace but can't help but notice more glances being directed her way. 

Afterwards she goes to the grocery store, picking up a few things, and replacing her shoes. She returns home and continues to work the plots but at a much slower pace until the sun begins to set. Before she goes to bed she gets a call from Nate informing her that due to work and family stuff he won't be able to come help her for two or three weeks. Kendra is fine with this and goes to bed, sleeping through the night without incident. She spends the next few days paying for her rampage, doing what she can to occupy her time. At the end of the week she meets with the well guy and takes him back to look at her land.

Checking the area he feels confident they can find her some water, but tells her it’ll be a little over a month before he can send a crew out to dig. She’s fine with that time line and he also informs her that she'll need to clear the path leading in. She agrees to that as well, and over the next two weeks starts clearing out the path and finishes the plots, returning to town several times to buy a radio and books, so she has something to do when the day gets too hot to work, and to have another shower. She takes Be to lunch as promised, but is careful not to indulge too much information to her. As the week concludes Nate messages her and lets her know he's coming down and while in town to pick him up, they stop by the hardware store to see if the windows have arrived. They have, and Kendra and Jack make Mike and Nate load them into the truck. 

“You've been busy,” Nate says after they pull into the clearing. 

“It's been nearly a month, did you expect me to just sit on my thumbs while you weren't here?” Kendra asks, getting out of the truck. 

“No, but I was hoping that you would take it easy on yourself from time to time,” Nate jokes following after her. 

“I'll rest when the jobs done,” Kendra responds in a dry tone. 

“Is the job ever done?” Nate asks, and Kendra returns a cold glare. They spend the rest of the day measuring and cutting the holes for the windows in the loft and main room before replacing the two small round windows with ones that can swing open. 

“Good, we should be able to slap the windows in real quick tomorrow, probably be able to get you out of here before noon,” Kendra says looking through the large hole on the main floor. 

“ You sure you want such a big window facing the woods?” Nate asks, stepping next to her.

“Why wouldn't I? Look how scenic that view is, just imagine you've got your recliner here,” Kendra says, motioning to a spot on the floor. “You're wrapped in a blanket on a cold stormy day, watching it rain with a hot drink in hand. People would kill for something like that.” 

“I’m more worried I would wake up in the middle of the night and someone or something would be staring at me,” Nate answers. 

“Thats what curtains are for, also you're too paranoid,” Kendra laughs. 

“I'm just worried someone will come out here with… ill intent,” Nate says, voice going quiet. 

“For what? To steal my worn out tools? If they're that desperate they can have them, “Kendra scoffs.

“And what if they come for you?” Nate asks. 

“Have you been talking to Be? I guarantee you that nobody is desperate enough to come all the way out here for an old dried up cow like me. Now drop it!” Kendra says voice firm. 

“You shouldn't… fine, “ Nate yields, stepping away from the window. “ I noticed you hung up the picture I gave you.” Pointing towards it hanging next to the stove. 

“Yeah, figured if I didn't he’d haunt me more,” Kendra responds, starting their meal.

“Dave would never haunt you, he loved you, “ Nate replies, smile on his face. 

“You say that, but you never know,” Kendra says, looking back at the picture. They eat their meal and get ready for bed. 

“You got something to cover the holes?” Nate asks.

“No, it'll be fine,” Kendra says, climbing the ladder. 

“Aren't you worried something could get in!?” Nate asks, glancing out the window. 

“No, your snoring will keep everything away,” Kendra jokes, climbing into her sleeping bag. 

“I don't snore! Do I?” Nate asks, climbing the ladder. 

“Ask your wife,” Kendra responds, settling in. Nate lets out a huff before getting into his sleeping bag, and it isn't long before she hears the soft rasp of his breathing. Kendra snuggles against her pillow and that's when she hears it.

“Hello again, been awhile, “ The voice calls from the darkness.

“What do you want? “ Kendra huffs, remaining still. 

“Did… I do something wrong?” The voice asks, stepping closer. 

“You know damn well what you…” Kendra snaps, popping up and turning towards the voice. When she does she sees what looks like Dave standing behind her wearing a loose T-shirt and basketball shorts, but it’s not the Dave from a few months ago but the Dave from when they first got married.

“I'm sorry if I offend you, “ The figure says, looking down at her with a smile. Kendra stares at him, shocked for a few moments before her anger starts to build.

“Of course you get to come back as a younger, hotter version of yourself,” Kendra grumbles, folding her arms and turning away. 

“I figured I would take on a form you would be more comfortable with, but I can change if you want me too,” The figure says, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“No, it's fine Dave. You did have a knack for getting what you wanted, but I'm still upset with you for last time,” Kendra says, pulling away from his hand. 

“Ah, yes, sorry about that, I lost fo…” Dave says.

“I don't want excuses, I want you to go,” Kendra snaps, interrupting him. She lays back down and pulls her sleeping bag up around her head.

“Hey don't be like that. I said I was sorry, “ Dave says, reaching down to touch her leg. 

“I said I'm not ready to forgive you yet, “ Kendra says, moving her leg to kick at his hand, but as she does the bottom of her foot, restricted by the bag, brushes against his hand and she can’t help but giggle. 

“Ticklish huh?” Dave asks, holding her foot and tickling it through the bag. 

“No, stop… I don't want to…laugh, I'm still… mad at you,” Kendra struggles to get the words out between fits of giggling. 

“I'll stop when you forgive me, “ Dave says, increasing his efforts. A shriek of laughter escapes her and she manages to pull free, scrambling out of sleeping bag and onto her feet.

“Now stop,” Kendra demands, turning to face him.

“Do you forgive me?”Dave asks.

“No.” Kendra answers. 

“Then I won't stop,” Dave says, playfully lunging towards her, wrapping his arms around her and holding her for a moment before reaching under her armpit to tickle more. Though not as sensitive as her feet, Kendra giggles and squirms against his embrace, finding him exceptionally strong, but as she wiggles, she feels his cock hardening behind his shorts. 

“Alright fine you win. I forgive you, “ Kendra yields. 

“Yay!” Dave exclaims, freeing her to lift his arms. Kendra stumbles away from him when released, but she's able to catch herself, turning to face him. 

“I forgive you, but you still have to do something for me,” Kendra says with a smile. 

“And what's that?” Dave asks, returning her smile. Kendra walks over to him and grabs his shorts pulling them down. His cock springs into place and she admires it for a moment, pulling down her underwear before pressing his cock between their bodies.

“What are you doing?” Dave asks softly, wrapping his arms around her. 

“I was mad at you remember, so I'm not ready yet, here give me your leg,” Kendra says, placing her foot behind his and pulling on it to get him to move it forward. He does, bending his knee and she straddles it, lowering herself down. She begins an exaggerated undulation letting herself lightly drag across his leg, and in short order feels her desire rising. Growing wetter, she lowers herself, sending pulses of pleasure through her body. She lets out a moan, wrapping her arms around him and increases her pace. She feels his cock throbbing against her, and she continues until she's on the verge of orgasm then stops, lifting off his leg. 

“You ready now?” Dave whispers. 

“Yes, but I want to do it,” Kendra responds, shifting back and sliding his cock between her legs. She rubs her pussy over his shaft a few times then holds it for a moment, feeling it pulse, ready to pierce her. She slides back to allow it entrance when she wakes up to Nate shaking her. 

“There's someone outside for real this time,” Nate said, in a rushed whisper. 

“Why does the universe hate me?” Sighing as she flops back onto her pillow. 

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“What are you doing!? Get up!” Nate says, shaking her again, voice growing more frantic. Kendra sits up with a groan.

“What did you think you heard this time?” She asks. It's still dark outside, but there's enough moon light coming through the hole they made that she can see the rough shape of things. 

“Not heard, saw,” Nate says, tugging at her arm. 

“Calm down and start from the beginning, “ Kendra says, pulling her arm free. Nate takes a few deep breaths. 

“You were giggling in your sleep, and it woke me up, so I got up to use the bathroom, but when I looked out the big window I saw someone standing by the tree line,” He says, motioning for her to come look. She crawls to the ladder and follows him down, grabbing the flashlight off the table. “There!” Pointing out the window. Over by the trees is what looks like the silhouette of a very tall husky person. Kendra feels a spike of adrenaline while she tries to make out more details. Nate cowers behind her and after a few moments she leans out of the hole. 

“Whose there!? Show yourself!” She shouts before turning on the flashlight. The beam cuts through the darkness and when it hits the figure it vanishes. Panning the light around she sees nothing out of place, but when she turns it back off the figure returns. 

“Congratulations you discovered an optical illusion, pulling herself back in. Nate rushes over and she flicks the flashlight on and off a few times to show him what she had seen. 

“No, there was someone out there with night vision goggles, I seen them. 

“Night vision?” Kendra asks, not hiding her annoyance. 

“Yeah, I saw a pair of green glowing eyes right over there,” Nate says, pointing to roughly the same spot. 

“So you saw eye shine?” Kendra asks, climbing the ladder. 

“No, it was brighter than that, like it was glowing. Was the same color as the night vision you see in movies, Nate answers still looking out the window. 

“That’s not how that works, “ Kendra says getting back into bed. 

“Huh?” Nate asks.

“What's the point of having night vision if everyone can see your glowing eyes?” Kendra says, rolling away from him. There's a pause where Nate is silent.

“Then what did I see!?” Nate says scrambling up the ladder. 

“An animal. Probably caught the moonlight just right, now go back to bed, “ Kendra grumbles. Nate returns to his sleeping bag but throughout the night every time there's a creak or a noise he springs up to look out the window. Waking Kendra up multiple times. It isn't until the sun starts to rise that he finally calms down. 

Kendra wakes a few hours later, finding Nate softly snoring and lets him sleep, quietly getting up and taking care of a few things. About an hour later she wakes Nate up with a load bang against the stove. 

“Whoops, sorry,” Kendra says after she hears him jolt awake. “But since you're up, let's get these windows installed,” Nate grumbles as he climbs down the ladder, and wobbles as he makes his way to the outhouse. He comes back some time later not looking much better. 

“Fall asleep on the shitter?” Kendra jokes, giving him some food and coffee. 

“No!... Yes,” He answers, shoulders slumping as he slips the coffee. “I kept hearing things and waking up last night.” 

“I know I heard you,” Kendra says with a glare. She gives Nate a moment while she goes out and starts prepping the material they’ll need for the day, and once he joins her they spend the rest of the morning installing the windows. He leaves that afternoon, informing her that he won’t be back for a while due work, and taking his family on vacation. Still upset with him Kendra is happy to be rid of him for a while, and spends the next few weeks trimming the path and trees so that the well guys can make it onto her property. They arrive a few days later and are successful in finding water. They spend the next week making a cap for the well and installing a staging tank near it so that the water can be better treated. Kendra watches them work, curious about the process. She spends most of her time talking to the guy she originally spoke with, learning how the system works, how to hook up to it, and what maintenance needs to be done. He also informs her that she might want to get a back up generator in case the solar struggles with the stormy part of the winter. They connect a small tap to the main outlet and fill the tank, telling her that she needs to let it sit for a couple of days to make sure nothing is leaking. During that time, she returns to the hardware store to buy supplies. 

“Hello, Ms. Kendra, been awhile. I was hoping to see you at the fourth of July breakfast,” Jack says as she walks in. 

“I didn’t even remember that was a thing, I had to get things ready for the well guys,” Kendra responds. 

“Did they get you sorted out then?” Jacks asks. 

“Yeah, unless something's leaking, I’ve got water now, so I’m here to get some plumbing supplies," Kendra says, leaning against the counter. 

“Aisle six,” Jack says, pointing down the rows. “Looking forward to not needing the outhouse anymore?” Chuckling to himself as she turns down the aisle. 

“You’re getting ahead of yourself. Just because I’ve got water doesn’t mean I’ve got anywhere to put it,” Kendra replies, getting the things that she needs. “Next step is to dig a septic tank.” Placing the stuff on the counter. “You wouldn’t happen to have a card for someone that can do that, do you?” 

“Actually I do,” Jack says, leaning under the counter. He fumbles around for a few moments before presenting her with another business card.

“Thank you,” She says, stuffing it in her pocket. 

“If the next step is a septic tank then why you buying all this shower stuff?” Jack asks. 

“It’s warm enough now that I can set up a shower outside until I can get the house plumbed, but my plan is to put the shower base on an elevated platform, then I can have it drain into buckets, instead of making a mess,” Kendra answers. 

“Clever, although Be’s going to be mad you won't be visiting her anymore,” Jack jokes. Kendra pays, and while in the parking lot calls the number on the card. They guy says he’s free to come out and look at the property later that day. Kendra returns home and plots out where she wants to put the shower until the guy shows up. They discuss options and locations and after some back and forth come to an agreement. The guy informs her that since it’s a relatively simple job he can squeeze her in, in the next few days. She agrees and while waiting for them, makes her measurements and lists out the supplies she’ll need to build the bathroom extension. The crew comes and starts installing the septic tank, stopping when one of the parts they installed doesn’t work and needing to wait for a new one to come in. That weekend Nate shows up without telling her, driving his car out to her place. 

“Wow, you move fast,” Nate says, after getting out of his car. 

“What are you doing here? I thought you were still on vacation?” Kendra asks, loading dirt into a wheelbarrow. 

“Emily wasn’t feeling well so we left early,” Nate responds, looking around. 

“Poor thing, I hope she gets feeling better soon,” Kendra says, taking a drink. 

“I think she was out in the heat too long, because she was already doing better by the time we got home, that’s also why May told me to come check on you,” Nate says. 

“Well as you can see I’m doing pretty good. Got the well dug, septic tank is getting put in, and since you’re here, you can help me build a shower,” Kendra says, extending him the shovel.

“Do you ever just take a moment to rest?” Nate asks with a glare, taking the shovel. 

“No,” Kendra chuckles. They spend the rest of the day taking extra dirt from where they dug the septic tank and piling it up on the side of the house not facing the entrance. 

“Even with all these woods around it’s still hot,” Nate complains, dumping another load of dirt. 

“Yeah, you get used to it after a while, but it still slows you down,” Kendra says, offering him some water. Nate takes it and Kendra shovels the dirt to the top of the pile. 

“That should be enough, we’ll go into town tomorrow and pick up some stones to use as steps,” Kendra says, mapping out the look in her mind. 

“You sure this will hold with just dirt?” Nate asks. 

“It won’t be perfect, and I’ll probably have to keep adjusting until it settles, but it should last until I can build a proper bathroom,” Kendra says, moving into the shade created by the house. 

“Seems like a lot of work when you could just keep going to the hotel,” Nate comments, joining her. 

“The goal is to get to a point where I don't have to do that, remember? Besides, as nice of a person as Be is, she has no filter, and is always trying to get into my business,” Kendra replies. 

“What do you mean?” Nate asks.

“Everytime I see her she asks me who I’m having sex with, and when I tell her nobody she gives me a list of guys she thinks would be a good fit, then when I tell her I’m not interested she starts telling me stories about her sex life. It’s all very strange,” Kendra says.

“Have you ever considered that she might like you and is saying stuff like that to feel you out?” Nate asks. 

“No, I think she just likes gossip. When she found out about Dave everybody and their dog knew about it in a couple of days, so I think she’s just fishing for more, Kendra answers. 

“Well we’ll find out tonight. I’ll let you know if she asks me any of those questions,” Nate jokes. 

“What?” Kendras asks. 

“Oh, I’m staying at the hotel tonight, that’s why I drove,” Nate responds. 

“Still spooked?” Kendra asks.

“I’ll just sleep better and be more useful to you if I do.” Nate says. They work on the mound until the sun starts to set and Nate heads to town, returning the next morning with a list of supplies Kendra gave him.

“Be says hi and that she was worried about you. I think she just likes you,” Nate jokes, getting out of the car. 

“Just another reason to stay out here then,” Kendra grumbles, walking up to him. They spend the morning finishing the mound, and by early afternoon the shower is functioning. At the top of a few steps sits a metal frame that holds a shower curtain above a plastic base. A shower head rises above the curtain and the drain goes through the mound, emptying into a basin lined with buckets.

“Crude, but it’ll keep the dirt off me and help on those hot afternoons,” Kendra says, pleased with the completed project. 

“I still think it’s more effort than it's worth, but whatever makes you happy,” Nate remarks, getting ready to leave. “You should take the day off tomorrow.” 

“Why would I do that?” Kendra asks. 

“Because it’s Dave’s birthday. Don’t tell me you forgot?” Nate says, getting into his car. 

“Is it that time of year already? Times been flying by out here,” Kendra responds. 

“Well you have been busy, and because of that you should take the day off,” Nate says, starting his car and rolling down his window. 

“I don’t think I will, but thanks for the reminder,” Kendra says in a flat tone. 

“Well call me if you need anything then,” Nate says, waving as he leaves. Kendra double checks their work, letting the shower run for a while to make sure nothing is leaking, then returns to the house to get out of the afternoon heat. That evening while eating she glances up at the picture on the wall and remembers what Nate said. 

“You would have been fifty two tomorrow if you wouldn’t have been such a fucking idiot,” Kendra projects towards the picture. She finishes her meal and prepares for bed, reminiscing, and getting a little misty eyed before she hears it.

“Hello again,” Dave says from behind her.

“No! You don’t get to haunt me anymore after that shit you pulled last time.” Kendra shouts, turning to face him, any sadness replaced by anger.

“Hey, that wasn’t my fault,” Dave says, raising his hands. 

“It is, because you could have come back, but you didn’t,” Kendra snaps. 

“I tried but… nevermind you’re right. I apologize, what can I do to make it up to you?” Dave asks. 

“You can go,” Kendra says, pointing. 

“Please, let me show you that the last few times were a fluke and we can make this work,” Dave says. Kendra lets out a puff, still fuming, but then a thought enters her mind and a smirk starts to form. 

“Alright if you really mean it, then I get to be in charge,” Kendra says, getting out of bed. 

“Of course,” Dave says, walking over and hugging her. “Anything you want.” 

“Drop your shorts and lay down,” Kendra demands. Dave does as asked and Kendra is surprised to see that he’s already partially erect. “Excited already?” Running her hand over his cock. 

“I can’t help it when I’m around you,” Dave replies. Her body tingles at his words, and his cock hardens quickly to her touch. She removes her underwear and steps over him, sitting on his stomach. 

“What are you doing?” Dave asks. 

“We’re going to try this one more time, but just in case it doesn’t work, I’m going to make sure I get mine first,” Kendra says. She slides against his cock and gently rocks, excited to feel him between her legs again. He seems bigger than last time as she holds him tight against her, and it would be so easy to let him slip in, but despite how desperately she wants to feel him inside of her, this time it's about her getting some revenge. 

His cock slides between her folds as she grows wetter, triggering soft moans each time the tip strikes her clit. Her anger fades as her pleasure builds, and she almost slips, letting his tip fully penetrate her before she catches it, playing it off as a tease. She adjusts her position and grinds her clit against his shaft until she’s able to climax, gasping as she does, and feeling him throb against her as she coats him with slick. 

“Thank you,” Kendra says, pressing against his shaft to trigger some aftershocks. 

“That was amazing, I even got close to finishing, “ Dave says. 

“Mmm did you now,” Kendra says in a sultry tone. “ Would sure be a shame then, if someone didn't let you finish.” Squeezing legs around his shaft so that his tip pokes out above her thighs. She leans back, placing her hands on his chest, and lifts her hips a few times before stopping. 

“Seriously,” Dave protests. 

“It's only fair,” Kendra smirks, pumping his cock a few more times, feeling it twitch against her, then stopping. Dave groans but says nothing, and Kendra rocks her legs from side to side. 

“That feel good?” Kendra mocks. 

“If I say yes will you let me finish?” Dave asks, voice strained. 

“No,” Kendra says bluntly, stoking him then stopping to play with the bead of slick gathering at his tip. His cock trembles at her touch and she knows he must be close. 

“Please let me finish. “ Dave says, voice soft. 

“What was that?” Kendra asks, running her finger over his tip. 

“I said please let me finish, I'm so, so close,” Dave responds. 

“Mmm begging now are we? I don't think I've ever heard you do that… I kind of like it, “ Kendra says, giving him a pump. “More.”

“Please, please, I beg you, let me cum, let me show you how excited I am to be with you,” Dave pleads. Kendra lets out a long moan and starts to stroke, continuing until Dave lets out a gasp and cum launches from his tip. There's multiple spurts, each traveling above her head before falling back to splatter and pool against her legs. She lays back against him, feeling the cum rolling down her, and listens to Dave's heavy breathing. 

“Thank you,” He says once he's caught his breath. 

“No, thank you,” Kendra responds. 

“Am I forgiven then?” Dave asks.

“Yes, I think that was punishment enough. You should come back tomorrow, so I can give you your birthday present,” Kendra says with a sultry tone. 

“I can do that,” Dave responds, and with that Kendra opens her eyes, finding the sun up and birds chirping.

“Maybe I will take today off,” She thinks with a smile, rolling over.

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Kendra wakes a few hours later, rolling onto her back and staring up at the ceiling with a smile.

“Maybe this being haunted thing won't be so bad after all.” She thinks, replaying the dream. “Although there's something off about him. His voice seems deeper and his dick is definitely bigger… he could have done that to stroke his ego though, would explain why he's using a younger version of himself… but his demeanor is off, he never would have apologized, and he’d rather die then beg… maybe I'm just projecting the things I want? Do I want to be in charge sexually? Maybe Be is right, and I just need to get laid.” She gets up, heading outside, but on her way back notices a discoloration on the side of the house. Getting closer she finds large scratches in the siding that have exposed the base wood underneath. There are two distinct sets of four scratches, about five feet apart and about five and a half feet up. She moves closer to examine them and notices something on the siding lower down, a cold sticky, odorless, transparent goo. There seems to be a large quantity of it on the siding and around the foundation of the house. 

“What is this stuff? And what made these scratches?” Wiping the substance on her pants. “I didn't even hear anything, but I guess my mind was occupied.” She takes some pictures and heads to town, knowing if she doesn't cover them up then Nate will have a fit if he sees them. 

“What is going on? Strange dreams, strange scratches, mystery goo.” She pulls into the hardware store hopeful that other people will be there that can help her figure things out.

“Ms. Kendra, back so soon?” Jack chirps as she walks in. There are three other men hanging around the counter, one is Bill, who she's seen a few other times, but the other two she hasn't seen before. They look like they might be related with one being in his eighties if not older. 

“Yeah I need some paint, found some scratches on the side of the house this morning and I don't want my brother to see them and worry, “ Kendra says, joining everyone at the counter. 

“Scratches, what kind of scratches?” The younger unknown man asks. 

“Some kind of cat I think, but I'm not sure,” Kendra answers. She pulls out her phone and opens the pictures she took, showing it to everyone. The men look at it for a moment then the one that asked gets a huge smile on his face before slapping Bill on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“See, there's your proof right there,” The man says. A look of annoyance fills Bill’s face.

“That could be from anything,” Bill says.

“How far apart are these?” The man asks, turning back to Kendra.

“About this,” Kendra says, holding her hands apart. 

“See, no bobcat that big. There’s mountain lions out in those woods, and this proves it,” The man says, voice elevated. 

“I would be more willing to believe you if it wasn’t just you and your Pa here that was see’n um,” Bill says, matching the man's tone. 

“You haven't seen them because you ain't got land next to the woods like we do,” The man says, leaning towards Bill.

“Beh, people drive the roads around the woods all the time and ain't seen noth’n,” Bill says, holding his ground. 

“You calling me a liar?” The man asks, getting in Bill's face.

“Enough, both of you,” Jack says, separating the two, and looking back at Kendra. “This is Paul, senior and junior. They own the farm East of your place, on the other side of the woods. They've been saying for years they see mountain lions coming out of those woods, isn't that right old Paul?” Jack says, elevating his voice as he turns towards the old man that has been quietly staring at the picture.

“What!?” Old Paul says, returning to the moment. 

“Those big cat scratches?” Jack asks.

“Nah, too big, too far apart, “ Old Paul says, voice frail. 

“Then what are they from?” Kendra asks, putting her phone away.

“The Wood Brook monster,” Old Paul says, and disappointment fills the other men’s faces.  

“What is the…” Kendra starts, looking between them. 

“The Wood Brook monster is a local legend, going all the way back when the town was just a logging camp, every so often someone will supposedly claim to see a large creature wander out of the woods,” Jack interrupts. 

“It's not just a legend, I seen it. Back when I was a boy, me and my Pa were coming back from town when a deer jumped out in front of us. We tried to miss it but it ended up hitting it and it popped the tire. Pa had me hold the light while he fixed it and while look’n at the deer we drug off the road that’s when I saw it,” Old Paul says, leaving a pause. “Eyes, green glowing eyes, move’n through the trees, get’n closer. It came out of the trees without a sound, hunched over on two legs, and snuck up to the side road where the deer was, scooping it up and tossing over its shoulder as easy as you would a sack of taters, then vanished back into the woods.” 

“What did it look like?” Kendra asks, causing a groan from Jack. 

“Scaly, wet, like it had just crawled out of the river, kind of like an alligator, with the snout and the tail, but its arms and legs were like a man’s. It has long sharp claws on each finger, and even hunched over it was still as tall as my Pa’s truck,” Old Paul answers. 

“He's leaving out the part where he was five when this happened,” Jack says, glancing at Kendra. 

“Or the part where grandad said he didn't see or hear nuff'n that night,” Paul adds.

“Of course he didn't, he was too busy changing the tire,” Old Paul responds. 

“Sure he was, because it's easy to miss an eight foot tall alligator man while you're changing a tire,” Paul jokes. 

“Hey, old man Jackson said he saw it too a few years before he died, “ Old Paul protest. 

“Old man Jackson also said he flew UFO's in the war and that the orange die in American cheese was what was making the kids lazy, “ Paul injects. The two continue to argue and Kendra looks towards Jack.

“Maybe I should come back later,” She says.

“Yeah, now that they're started this might take awhile,” Jack confirms, settling against the counter. Kendra sneaks out without being noticed, and returns home, looking at the scratches. 

“They are pretty big, and Nate did say something about green eyes could it…” Feeling uneasy as she looks around the clearing. “Now Nate's got me paranoid. Him and the old man probably saw a big cat, and these marks and this goo is probably it marking its territory. I'll have to keep an eye out.” Entering the house. She spends the rest of the day reading a book, and later in the afternoon decided to try the shower, wrapping a towel around her as she exits the house, only removing it when she's behind the curtain. The water is cold, but it feels nice contrasted with the heat of the day. 

“How did I get here? How did I go from remodeling and flipping houses to living in the woods that an old man says contains a monster and taking a shower outside in case my ghost husband shows up in my dreams? Maybe I do need help.” She lets out a deep sigh, shaking her head as the water washes over her. Afterwards she returns to the house to put on clean clothes before dumping the buckets in her garden. She reads her book until the sun goes down, feeling a bit of excitement as she prepares for bed. She lays down, tossing and turning for a while before hearing it.

“Hello,” Dave says softly behind her.

“You actually came,” Kendra says, rolling to face him. 

“Of course, there's no distractions around to interrupt,” Dave responds. Kendra gets out of bed and gives him a hug. 

“Are you ready for your present?” She asks with a smirk.

“Of course, but I'm just happy you're not mad at me anymore,” Dave says, giving her a squeeze.

“Same, I was worried I was a little too mean with the teasing last time,” Kendra says, body starting to tingle. 

“No, you were right, I deserved it, I got too excited and tried too much too soon, but I will admit, the edging was kind of hot, and you saw how much it made me cum,” Dave says, rubbing her back. 

“Is that what you'd like? Because I can do that for you,” Kendra says in a sultry voice. She pulls away from him, removing her underwear and shirt, motioning for him to lay down. He does and she watches his bulge rise as she slowly pulls off his shorts. Her excitement building as his cock comes into view. A simple caress of her hand bringing it to full rigidity. She straddles him, facing forward, and squats down, pausing when she gets close to lift up his cock. 

“Can you see it?” She asks, spreading the lips of her pussy wide. 

“I can see it,” Dave answers.

“Good,” She says, lowering herself onto his tip. She goes slowly, savoring the long awaited sensation of being filled by him, and lets out a satisfied mmm when she reaches his base and holds. 

“You're so hot,”Dave whispers.

“I need to be, to warm up this fat cock,” Kendra replies, rocking from side to side. She continues to hold him deep inside her, feeling her body pulse around his shaft before lifting and sliding his cock out all the way to the tip. She holds this position just long enough for his cock to cool, making sure she's in full view, then lowers herself, moaning as his member pierces her, and continuing this until on one of her lifts she feels his tip quiver. 

“Close?” She asks, and he nods. She reaches for his hand and places it at his base, having him hold his cock as she pulls his tip free. She hovers about it, giving it time to rest before lowering and rubbing her folds over it, repeating the process each time he starts to twitch. 

“Ready?” She asks after Dave lets out a low moan, and he nods again. She drops down, taking all of him, the thought of him cumming inside her bringing her to the brink of climax. It's not more than a few strokes later and Dave gasps, releasing a torrent of cum, whose heat she feels radiating through her. The sensation triggers her orgasm and she grips his hand as her body throbs against him and more cum spills into her.

“You're so hot,” Kendra says as things begin to calm. 

“I'm just inspired,” Dave replies. She leans back to take in more of the sensation, but as she does she wakes to the dull light entering through the window and the soft patter of rain on the roof. 

“I hope you enjoyed your birthday because I know I did,” Wide smile as she listens to the rain.

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Kendra lies on her bed replaying the dream. Feeling satisfied despite nothing physical happening. 

“That was nice… although I made a complete ass of myself. Warm this fat cock, who says shit like that. Guess that proves it's not Dave because he would have never let something that stupid slide or let me ride him.” She thinks, getting up and getting dressed. “But if it's not him then what does that say about me? Well hopefully I got it out of my system.” Later that day the crew returns to finish the septic tank, and with everything working she spends the next few days painting over the scratch marks, and tracking down the tools she’ll need to lay the foundation for her bathroom and get a sink put in the house. She has Jack order in the cement and during the weekend when she's on her way into town she gets a call from Nate asking if she would be willing to meet for lunch. She agrees and pulls into the parking lot of the diner to see Nate and Be waiting for her. She lets out a puff before opening the door. 

“I see I’m being ambushed,” Kendra says, walking towards them. 

“Yeah, but don’t be mad at your brother, this was my idea. I just haven't seen you in a while and was worried about you,” Be says, running up and hugging her. 

“Nothing to worry about, it’s pretty boring out where I’m at,” Kendra responds. 

“Now that’s not true, Jack has been telling me about all the progress you’ve made. The well, the shower, I had no idea you were that handy or enjoyed showering out in the open where everyone could see you,” Be says with a bit of a smile.

“I don't, the shower has a curtain and I don't remove my towel until I'm behind the curtain,” Kendra responds, glaring at Nate.

“Oh… well that's good then,” Be says, smile fading. “Good to know if I come to visit one day I don't have to worry about you being indecent.” 

“There's nothing out there to see, so save yourself the trip,” Kendra says in a flat tone.

“There's you. What if I just want to come have a nice chat with you?” Be asks. 

“I have no furniture or indoor plumbing. It wouldn't be worth your time,” Kendra replies as she pushes past them to enter the diner. They follow her, and Be sits next to Kendra in the booth. The older lady comes over shortly after and greets them warmly, taking their order. 

“How's Emily?” Kendra asks, after the lady leaves.

“Good, she's back to her old self,” Nate answers. 

“That you're wife?” Be asks. 

“Daughter,” Nate answers, giving Kendra a glance and she returns a smirk.

“I didn't know you had a daughter. How old is she?” Be asks. 

“She'll be eleven in a few months,”Nate says, fidgeting with the silverware.

“Ah that's such a fun age. Old enough you don't have to watch them as closely but still young enough you don't have to worry about teenage stuff,” Be remarks.

“Yeah she's still a handful though. Does that mean you have kids then?” Nate asks, looking up. 

“No, I taught over at the elementary school, until my first husband confessed he was gay, and though he did like me as a person, he only married me to get his family off his back. I should have known, he barely touched me the whole time we were married, so we parted ways, and I went a bit of a sexual bender, where I should have gotten knocked up, but it turned out no one was up to the task, despite their best efforts,” Be says, pausing for a moment, rubbing the skin on her chest exposed by her shirt and looking a little flushed. “After that I married with the guy who owned the hotel, he was the fieriest of the bunch and I thought with some practice he could satisfy me and seal the deal, but after the honeymoon he went vanilla on me, so when he started talking about leaving town a few years later, I made a deal with him, He gets a fresh start, and I get the hotel. That was about ten years ago and I haven't seen him since, although I’m still looking for someone that can satisfy me.” Looking towards Kendra. “But I'm glad to hear you were man enough to satisfy your wife and get a child out of her.” Snapping back to look at Nate.

“Um… thanks,” Nate responds, with a blank expression on his face. 

“Did you have any children? I don't remember if I asked, “ Be directs towards Kendra. 

“You didn't, and no. Dave didn’t like kids,” Kendra answers. 

“Well don't worry,” Be says, taking her hand. “We’ll find you someone that can help with that.” 

“I'm forty nine. That ship sailed a long time ago,”Kendra says, pulling her hand free. 

“Really!? I wouldn't have put you a day past thirty five,” Be says with a wide smile. Their food arrives, interrupting the conversation, and Kendra is able to steer things to more generic topics while they eat. Finishing, Be gives Kendra another hug and tells her not to be a stranger before leaving, then Her and Nate head over to the hardware store to check on her order. It's arrived and they load the cement into the truck, returning to the house. 

“I am so sorry, I thought you were exaggerating,” Nate says when he gets out of his car. 

“Nope, so make sure it doesn't happen again,” Kendra says, starting to move the bags out of her truck. 

“She does seem quite taken with you, have you considered another…” Nate says, coming to help.

“No! And I don't want to,” Kendra interrupts. 

“Hey, it's not as big of a deal as it used to be, and I only ask because you said you had a crush on one of the girls you went to school with,” Nate says, picking up and moving a couple of bags. 

“That was in middle school, and the only reason you know that is because you read my diary, you little shit,” Kendra says, tossing one of the bags at him. 

“I said I was sorry,” Nate says, catching the bag with a grunt and stumbling back a bit. “Besides, if time makes those feelings invalid they why are you still angry about it?” Stepping out of the way of another bag. 

“Drop it, I was just confused back then,” Kendra grumbles.

“Sure, sure,” Nate responds, they spend the rest of the weekend mixing and pouring the foundation for the bathroom expansion. 

“I swear you're purposely doing things the hardest way possible,” Nate comments as he looks over the foundation. 

“There's no deadline for me to meet, so I can take the extra time to do it myself, guaranteeing it's done right,” Kendra says after a drink of water. 

“If you say so, but you do have a deadline it's called Winter,” Nate mocks. 

“From what I've gathered it just rains and gets a little chilly out here, so as long as I get the bathroom done before then I should be fine,” Kendra replies. 

“Good luck then, I won't be able to come back for a few weeks, so be careful, and go say hi to Be,” Nate says, rolling up his window and driving off before she can reply. She lets out a puff and decides to take a shower now that he's gone, checking the area before removing her towel even when behind the curtain. 

“Now I have to worry about Be showing up to try and catch a peek,” Tossing her towel over the frame. “But maybe that wouldn't be so bad, she is kind of cute.” The cold water hitting her stops the thought, and she spends the next three weeks adding drains and water to the house. When Nate returns she has him help her build a wood stand to hold a sink inside of the house. 

“It's not the prettiest, but it'll do until I can build a proper kitchen,” Kendra says, letting the water run. 

“You continue to impress. I thought for sure you'd have given up by now,” Nate says, grabbing his bag.

“There's nothing like throwing yourself into a good project to help you forget your troubles,” Kendra replies, turning off the water. 

“You shouldn't be forgetting, you should be processing, and I worry what's going to happen when the project is done,” Nate says, exiting the house.

“I am processing, Dave shows up in my dreams every once in a while and… comforts me,” Kendra says, holding back a smile. 

“That sounds… unhealthy,” Nate replies, tossing his stuff in his car. “Do you want me to take you out to dinner tonight?” 

“Why?” Kendra asks.

“Because today's your wedding anniversary,” Nate says.

“Is it?” Kendra says, pulling out her phone and looking at the date. “Well look at that, it is.” Putting the phone away. “Dave forgot about that yeeeear four I think. So no, you don't have to buy me dinner, you can go home to your family.” 

“If you say so, but call if you need to. I'll see you next weekend unless something comes up,” Nate says, getting into his car and driving off. The sun is starting to set and Kendra returns to the house eager to use her new sink. She gets ready for bed and shortly after laying down hears it. 

“Hello, how are you this fine evening?” Dave says, walking up behind her. A smile crosses her face and she rolls over to see him standing there in a black dress shirt, red bow tie, white over coat and matching pants, shoes, gloves and top hat. 

“What are you wearing,” Kendra says with a chuckle. 

“It's our wedding anniversary, so I thought I would wear my wedding attire,” Dave says, looking himself over. 

“That's not what you wore at our wedding,”Kendra comments, getting out of bed.

“Oh, what did I wear then?” Dave asks.

“A plain gray suit. I specifically remember because you complained about how expensive it was,” She says, walking around him to get a better look.

“Guess I forgot, would you like me to change,” He asks, looking towards her. 

“No, you look quite striking in this,” She says, letting her hand drag along him at hip height as she circles. “Did you have anything special in mind for tonight? 

“I figured that we could get you changed then go for a walk, and see what happens from there,” Dave answers.

“Changed?” Kendra asks.

“Yeah, just close your eyes,” Dave says. Kendra does and when she opens them, she looks down to see her clothes have been replaced with a long white sequin gown with matching shoes, and gloves, and her hair has been done up in a bun with a silver tiara. 

“A little elaborate, but if you didn't remember what you wore I shouldn't be surprised you wouldn't remember what I did,” She says, giving it a twirl. 

“I think you look stunning,” Dave says, extending a hand. She takes it, and he motions with his over hand to a cobblestone path stretching before them, lit by a row of ornate street lamps on each side. 

“This is nice,” Kendra says after walking down the quiet path for a while. “But can I ask you a question?

“Of course, what is it?” Dave replies.

“Are…are you real? Kendra asks. Dave squeezes her hand, but says nothing, walking a little ways until they reach a bridge. 

“That's a complicated question that I'm not sure how to answer,” He says leaning against the rail. There's a pause as she joins him and looks down at the gentle river underneath. 

“Will you at least promise to not leave me?” She asks, voice soft. 

“Not until you're ready for the truth,” Dave answers, putting his arm around her. His words bring her a strange comfort, and she leans against him, thinking back to her wedding, and how much nicer this has been, but as she does a long buried thought pops into her head. 

“Can we try something?” Kendra asks, pulling away with a smile. 

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” Dave asks.

“Now don't laugh, but I just remembered I've always thought it would be hot to give a guy in a fancy suit a blow job,” Kendra says, looking down at his crotch. 

“ By all means,” Dave responds, motioning to himself. She grabs his belt and unbuckles it before popping the button on his pants, and slowly pulling down his zipper, his cock falling out as she does. 

“No underwear?” Kendra asks, running a hand over it, and dropping to her knees.

“I didn’t want to impede you,” Dave answers. Kendra smirks and wraps her lips around his tip, pulling it into her mouth, and feeling him harden. She swirls her tongue around before sinking down. His cock fills the space nicely and she bobs her head slowly enjoying the sensation, letting out a series of muffled moans. He places his hand on her head, lightly encouraging her to go deeper which she does, feeling him tickle her throat. She pulls back with a long exaggerated motion, letting her lips distend as she keeps tight suction on his shaft. She repeats this process several times, going a little deeper each time, and feeling her body shiver as his cock comes closer to fucking her throat. His cock begins to twitch and she pulls free.

“Not yet,” She whispers, running her lips across the side of his shaft. Dave moans in approval and she does the other side before, peppering the tip with kisses and returning it to her mouth. Little by little she takes more of him into her until with one final plunge she drops down to his base and his tip enters her throat. Dave lets out a gasp, gripping the rail, and she feels his cock throb moments before his hot cum pours into her throat. She swallows with glee, wanting more, that Dave soon supplies, providing several spurts. A warmth fills her as he finishes, and she slides back, a little cum rolling down her cheek as she smiles. 

“Thank you, that was amazing,” She says standing up. 

“No you’re amazing, and next time I’ll return the favor,” Dave replies. 

“What?” Kendra asks, leaning against him. 

“Unfortunately I have to go, but I’ll be back soon,” Dave says, and with that Kendra wakes up. The house is dim, and the sound of heavy rain bounces on the roof. 

“Best anniversary ever.” Letting out a sigh. 

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“Well this is going to be unpleasant,” Kendra says, looking at the sheets of rain falling between her and the outhouse. Her clothes are soaked by the time she gets there and back, and she peels them off, wrapping herself in a towel. 

“Not going to get anything done today.” Hanging her clothes on the sink. The rain continues and Kendra settles in, watching it through the big window while reading a book. “If this is a preview of winter then I need to get some softer chairs.” She gets up and adds it to her notebook before returning to her reading, but as she does her mind wanders back to the dream. 

“Maybe Nate's right, maybe these dreams aren't healthy,” Replaying it in her mind. “Am I trying to create a better version of the past? Never had that want before. Maybe it is all real, and he's trying to do better? No, I don't know if he's capable of being that caring, and that comment at the end? I'll return the favor next time. He's never gone down on me a single time, so it has to be me, but to what goal? I was pleading on the bridge.” She lets out a long sigh. “I don't know, but is it really that bad? I'm also treating myself to the best sex I've had in years. Even if it is just in my head.” Her desire builds as she replays the scenes and starts to unwrap her towel. “I should go to the loft” Looking out the big window. “Nobody is going to be out in this.” Pulling the towel open.

She starts with her breasts, running a hand between them before cupping one and fondling it. A soft moan escaping her as she rubs her nipple. She drags her hand down her body, giving the window a quick check before grinding her palm against the entirety of her pussy. She glances out the window again then pushes a finger in, rubbing her clit with her thumb. Her other hand moves to her breast, and she stares out the window. She imagines what someone would do if they saw her, and the thought sends a spike of pleasure through her that pushes to orgasm. She lets out another long sigh before freeing her finger and looking at her slick covering it. 

“Do I dare?” Moving it towards her mouth as she considers what she might be asked to do if she decided to indulge Be. She pauses right before it touches her lips, thinking it over, but is unable, using the towel to clean herself. The rain continues to pour and she returns to her book, leaving her body exposed, and feeling a twinge of excitement. The sun begins to set and she gets ready for bed, considering sleeping naked, but talks herself out of it. She settles into bed, listening to the rain for a bit before she hears it. 

“Hello again,” Dave says, and she sits up to face him. He's back in his T-shirt and basketball shorts. 

“Two nights in a row?” She asks with a smile.

“I couldn't help myself. I saw you earlier,” Dave answers. 

“You saw me when I was… I guess you would,” She says trailing off after thinking about it. “Did you like what you saw?” 

“Of course, you should do it more often,” Dave comments.

“I only did it because it was convenient. I would have to get me some of those crotchless panties if I wanted to start doing it regularly, “ She jokes. 

“Maybe you should, I bet you'd look amazing in them,” Dave responds.

“You think so?” Kendra asks, feeling a little flushed. 

“Yeah, want to find out?” Dave asks. 

“Sure, but can I get a full outfit?” She asks. Dave nods and she closes her eyes. Opening them, she’s wearing a black lacy see-through top that gives way to a red skirt below the breasts, and a pair of matching crotchless, thigh high stockings. “How do I look?” Twirling around. 

“Nice,” Dave replies. 

“And now how do I look,” She says in a sultry voice, lifting the front of her skirt.

“Even nicer,” Dave says with a smirk.Kendra prances around, enjoying how the clothes make her feel, as she bends over in front of Dave and occasionally flashes him. “Can I have some of that?” Giving her cheeks a squeeze as she shakes them in front of him. 

“Only if you do something for me first,” Kendra answers. 

“And what’s that?” Dave asks. 

“Take off your shirt,” She says, extending her hand. Dave does, and hands his shirt to her. She grabs the top and bottom edges, spinning it around, before covering her eyes with it and securing it behind her head. 

“What are you doing?” Dave asks. 

“Thrill of the unknown,” She answers. She hears a small chuckle from Dave as his shorts drop to the ground, and he starts circling her. He stands behind her, reaching around to cup her breasts, caressing each one as he leans down and kisses her neck. She lets out a soft moan and he shifts position, letting his kisses travel down her neck, across her chest, and onto her nipple, where his lips tug at it through the lace. She squirms with pleasure, and he releases her, circling a few times, before dropping to his knees and pushing under her skirt. She grips his hair as his tongue swirls around her folds, drawing them into his mouth then releasing. Each time he does he draws more in, teasing her clit before penetrating her with his tongue. More moans escape her and she braces against his shoulders as her legs begin to shake. He pauses for a moment and she lets out a shriek, as she’s lifted off her feet and placed onto the bed. Heart pounding, her legs are pulled apart and he returns to her pussy with fervor, Her body trembles with lust and he explores everywhere he can before focusing on her clit and teasing out an orgasm. He leaves her to rest, crawling around her before latching onto one of her nipples again and giving it a pull. She gasps and runs her fingers through his hair, spreading her legs in hopes he gets the hint. He pulls away soon after, lifting her ass above the bed. She starts to question what he’s doing, but before she can get a word out, he spreads her cheeks and presses his tip against her anus. A mix of fear and exhilaration rushes through her, as his grip prevents her from clenching. He bounces her a few times, causing his tip to press into but never enter, then slides back and presses it into her pussy with one fluid motion. She gasps as she’s stuffed by his member. He pauses to let her body adjust, then starts a fast powerful thrust. Each down stroke sends a wave of pleasure though her as it shakes her body. It’s not long after he starts that he lets out a gasp, pulling her tight against him, and flooding her pussy with cum. At the angle she’s at it feels like it's going deep into her core, the sensation causing her body to pulse with excitement. When he finishes he slides out, and slowly lowers her back to the bed. Cum drips from her pussy and Dave stands up.

“I have to go again,” He says, and Kendra wakes up, hand in her underwear. The rain has stopped and sunlight floods through the windows. 

“I never knew I could treat myself so well.” Running her fingers through her slick folds. 

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Kendra gets up and gets ready for the day, wanting to check on her shower and garden after the storm. The shower needs a little work and her garden seems to have weathered the storm alright, but at the end of one of her garden plots she finds another puddle of the transparent goo on the grass. 

“More of that goo, and a lot of it too.” Kendra thinks, squatting down to look at it. “Could this still be from a cat? There's so much of it. Should I ask when I'm back in town? No, I might get another tall tale if I do. It doesn't seem to be damaging anything so I'm not going to worry about it.” She stands up and gets the stuff she needs to repair the shower mound, but as she works her mind starts to wander back to the dream. 

“Well he made good on his promise, and it felt amazing, but how is that possible? I've never had anyone do that to me before, and I don't have that good of an imagination, so how could I possibly know what it would feel like?” Adding dirt to the mound and smoothing things out. “The lingerie thing was strange too. I've never even tried some on, so why did it feel so good to wear, and have my nipples played with through the lace?” She runs the shower checking everything. “And what was that at the end before he fucked me? I have never considered anal even for a moment, so why would I tease myself with it? And why did it feel so exciting?” Everything on the shower checks out, and she shuts it off. “Maybe I'm just entering a hypersexual phase like Be did when she got divorced? There's definitely some parallels between her first husband and Dave. I don't think he was gay, but he did barely touch me after the first few years.” She heads back into the house to grab her notebook before driving to town. 

“Dad, your girlfriend's here,” Mike shouts towards the back as Kendra enters. Jack appears in the doorway with a smile on his face when he sees her, that fades to a scowl as he addresses Mike. 

“She’s not my girlfriend, quit trying to spread rumors,” Jack scolds walking behind the counter. 

“For as much as you talk about her I thought she was, my apologies for the confusion,” Mike says with a smirk. 

“Isn't there something you should be cleaning?” Jack asks, giving him a glare. Mike gets up and walks towards the back picking up a broom, and starts to sweep the floor. 

“Don’t mind him Ms. Kendra, what can we do for you today?” Jack asks, leaning towards her. 

“You been telling stories about me again?” Kendra asks, leaning against the counter.

“No, of course not,” Jack says, looking away.

“He has,” Mike shouts from the back. 

“Well…maybe one or two people.” Jack waivers.

“More like everyone that comes in, you're basically the talk of the town because of him,” Mike corrects. 

“Shut it!” Jack shouts towards him. “I promise he's exaggerating.” Facing her. 

“Well I hope so, because I've already had Be indirectly threaten to try and catch me showering since you told her I built one outside, and I don't need more of that,” Kendra says, her tone stern. There's a pause before Jack lets out a sigh. 

“Sorry about that, she gets so… insistent when she asks about you, but I promise that's the only person I've told,” Jack says.

“That's true as far as I know,” Mike confirms. 

“Let's keep it that way then, at least until I get the bathroom built. That's why I'm here to get some lumber,” Kendra says. They load the wood into her truck, and she returns home, spending the rest of the day starting to frame the bathroom. As the sun sets, she decides to take a shower, despite it being a little cooler, to clean the sawdust out of her hair. The cold water causes her nipples to perk and while she's cleaning she catches one, sending a shiver through her body. 

“Why are they so sensitive?” Getting little pulses of pleasure as she runs her fingers over them. A tug causes a soft moan and she spends some time pinching and pulling at them, her body warming despite the cold shower, she slides a hand down her body. “Should I?” Moving to her ass. Her finger touches around her anus, and she rests on top of it, filling her with excitment, but she stops herself, and finishes her shower. She enters the house, and after the sun sets she gets ready for bed, wondering if she'll have another dream, but the night passes without incident and she wakes the next morning a little disappointed, but otherwise ready to take on the day. She works on the bathroom, and as the sun starts to set, heads to bed, exhausted from the day's activity. She starts to fade off when she hears it. 

“You've been busy,”Dave says, sitting next to her on the bed. 

“Thanks,” She answers, not turning to face him. 

“Everything alright?” He asks, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, just tired. You should have come last night, I was way friskier,” She says, rolling onto her stomach. 

“I wanted to, but I don't think I can do more than two days in a row, “ He says, moving to her shoulders. 

“If you say so,” She responds, more focused on his touch. “Here let me help.” Pulling off her shirt. He returns to her shoulders, working the tense muscles. “That feels nice.” Shifting her body so her head dangles over the edge. 

“Still being rough on yourself, I see,” Dave says, working out a knot. 

“It's fine, it's not nearly as sore as the first time,” Kendra replies. He rubs her shoulders for a little longer before straddling her legs to get a better angle, running his hand from her lower back to her shoulders. She winces as he's able to apply more pressure to her sore spots, but after a few cycles the pain is gone, and she notices something else rubbing against her ass. Still tired, she tries to ignore it, but even feeling him through his shorts is enough, and lust drives away her fatigue. 

“Take them off,” She says, body screaming to feel his cock. 

“What was that?” Dave asks, stopping and learning back.

“I said take them off,” She says, sliding her underwear down. He removes his shorts and lets his erect cock rest between her cheeks. 

“I saw you in the shower. Did you want me to..” Dave says, spreading her and resting his tip against her anus. A surge of excitement courses through her, but she was too scared to try a finger yesterday. 

“I do, but not now, I'm not ready, " Kendra says, he slides his cock down letting it rub against her pussy.

“Here then? He asks. She considers it, but thinking back to the shower remembers how sensitive her nipples were and a thought enters her mind. 

“Want try a titty fuck?” She asks, lifting herself up on her elbows. 

“If that's what you want,” He replies sitting up. She slides out from beneath him and he positions himself so that she can wrap her breasts around his cock, realizing that everything is dry. She leans down wondering if maybe she can use her saliva, pulling his tip into her mouth and catching a little bit of her own slick in the process. She doesn't find the flavor off putting, and after it fades she realizes her plan isn't going to work. 

“Guess I didn't think this out fully,” Looking at Dave with disappointment. 

“Here, this might help,” He chuckles, handing her a bottle of lube. She pours it over her tits, rubbing them against his shaft before pressing them together, starting a slow stroke, enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding against her and the sight of it disappearing and reamerging. Slick starts to ooze from his tip and every few strokes she pauses right before it disappears to squeeze and let it pool. She adds more force to her strokes, lifting her tits high, rolling and pinching her nipples between her fingers, before dropping them and causing them to giggle as they impact his body. His cock throbs against her, and her body aches, nipples on the verge of being overstimulated, but she presses on, wanting to bring him to orgasm, needing to know what it feels like to have her tits covered in cum. Her body trembles at the thought as slick starts to run down her leg. A few strokes later Dave lets out a gasp, and his first spurt releases between her breasts, quickly filling the space and escaping on both top and bottom. The feeling of his hot cum coating her triggers an orgasm, and she moans as she frees his tip, letting the remainder of his climax spill onto the top of her breasts. Cum oozes over her nipples, triggering an aftershock, and she smirks at Dave when it passes. 

“Thank you, but are you going to help with this?” Kendra asks, glancing down at her breasts. 

“Indirectly,” He answers, and with that Kendra wakes up to another sunny day. She sits up and looks down at her body, seeing that her shirt and underwear are back on. 

“At least I didn’t have to clean them.” Falling back to the bed. 

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“Another thing I've wanted to try checked off the list, and it was fun or at least I thought it was fun, maybe when you actually do it, it's not that great.” She thinks, getting up. “Maybe that's what's happening, my mind is feeding me these scenarios with the best possible outcome so that I'll be more inclined to pursue them. But to what end? What purpose does being super horny at my age serve?” She shelves the question, feeling energized, and spends the rest of the day continuing to work on the bathroom, getting things ready to maximize Nate's time if he shows up on the weekend. Evening approaches and while taking a shower her mind wanders back to the dream. 

“Do I try? I said I wanted to.” Sliding a hand between her ass cheeks. Her finger explores the outside of her anus again and she starts to push in but stops. “This is stupid, I shouldn't let my dreams trick me into doing something.” Her body clenches on the tip of her finger and an excited anticipation builds. “Fuck it, there's no harm in trying.” Pushing her finger inside. The sensation is odd but not unpleasant, and she lets her finger dwell there for a moment before pulling it back and attempting to push in deeper. There’s a bit of discomfort and she removes it. “I’ll try again later.” Finishing her shower. She goes to bed and wakes the next morning, deciding to go do laundry so she doesn’t have to worry about it if Nate arrives. She’s the only one in the parking lot when she arrives, and waves to the owner sitting on the porch of their house across the street before entering. She’s in the middle of moving her clothes from the washer to the dryer when Be walks in. 

“There you are,” Be says, moving towards her. 

“You still stalking me?” Kendra asks, starting the dryer. 

“Yes, but so I could apologize," Be says, leaning against one of the machines. 

“What do you mean? Apologize for what?” Kendra asks, turning to face her. 

“I spoke with Jack recently and… and I wanted to apologize for making you feel uncomfortable,” Be says, looking down. “So I asked some of the business owners if they would notify me if they saw you come in.”  

“I see. Well, It’s alright,” Kendra says, moving next to her. “At first I thought it was strange, and it made me a bit uncomfortable, but I think I’m starting to understand where you’re coming from.” 

“Oh?” Be asks, lifting her head. 

“Yeah, I’ve… been having these dreams, very…sexual dreams, dreams about things I’ve never done before,” Kendra says, hanging her head. “And they're starting to make me wonder if I should try them for real. Is this what happened to you when you got divorced?” 

“Ah, so the dam is breaking,” Be chuckles, placing her hand on Kendra’s. 

“Dam?” Kendra questions.

“The sexual repression dam. I had my suspicions, based on the truck you drove and what you said you and your husband used to do, that he might have been one of those guys that was so focused on being financially and socially successful that he didn’t put any effort into being sexual. So over the years, little by little you matched his energy, building a dam to hold back all of your sexual needs and wants, until you forgot you even had them, but now the dam is starting to crack and those desires are leaking through. ” Be says with a smile. 

“You’re not wrong,” Kendra responds with a sigh, after a pause. “But is there anything I can do about it?” 

“Do you want to go back to being repressed?” Be asks.

“No, it feels too good, but it also feels like it’s moving too fast,” Kendra answers. 

“What do you mean?” Be asks.

“I mean when I first got here I was afraid to masturbate, and in the last few nights I’ve..” Kendra trails off looking to see if anyone is around. “I had a dream where a guy came all over my boobs, and another one that makes me want to try anal. That one’s been persisting into the waking world.” 

“And what’s wrong with that?” Be questions. 

“There’s nothing wrong with it, but I was married for twenty five years, and neither of those topics ever crossed my mind, so I’m just a little confused to why now, and why does it feels like the right thing for me to be doing,” Kendra says, looking towards Be. 

“Just because it didn't cross your mind doesn't mean that it wasn't there,” Be replies, squeezing her hand. 

“But is it weird to want it?” Kendra asks. 

“What anal? No, it's not for everyone, but you're not to know if you don't try, now are you,” Be answers. 

“Guess that's true. Have you ever…?” Kendra asks, feeling a little embarrassed. 

“All the time,” Be responds. 

“Do you have any tips?” Kendra asks. 

“Go slow, remember you can say no, and use lots of lube,” Be answers. 

“Um, is there even a place to get lube in this town?” Kendra asks. Be begins to speak but stops when a lady and two kids walk in. 

“No there isn't but…” Be trails off, looking around, and walks over to a small table, pulling off a sticky note, and starts to write. “But here's some websites I use,” Handing the note to Kendra. She looks down at the note, but instead of a list of websites there's a message. 

“Go to the gas station, ask for the owner or manager then ask for the back door starter pack.” The note reads. Kendra looks at her with confusion, and Be raises a finger towards her lips, motioning with her head towards the family. Kendra nods. 

“Thank you, I'll check them out when I get the chance,” Kendra says, folding the note and slipping it into her pocket.

“Please do, and as always don't be a stranger,” Be replies, giving her a hug before walking out. Kendra finishes her laundry and goes to the gas station, waiting until she's the only one in there before approaching the worker. 

“How can I help you?” The lady behind the counter asks. 

“I was wondering if I could speak to the owner or the acting manager,” Kendra says, feeling uncomfortable. 

“I'm the acting manager, what can I do for you?” The lady asks.

“I'd like… uh…” Kendra trails off, feeling her face flush, and pulls out the note, handing it to the lady. She takes a moment to read it. 

“Of course, is there anything else you need? The lady asks. Kendra quickly shakes her head. “One moment then.” Walking into a back room and coming out a few minutes later with a white box. She rings it up and Kendra pays without a word.

“Enjoy the rest of your afternoon,” The lady says with a smile, placing the box in a bag. 

“Tha-thank you,” Kendra stammers, and speed walks to her truck, hoping no one will stop her. Safely inside, she drives home and opens the box, finding a bottle of lube, an enema bag, a small metal butt plug, and instructions. She reads over them then picks up the butt plug. 

“This is a starter!? It's longer than my finger and fatter than my thumb.” Looking it over. “I guess it's smaller than a guy's dick, but still, my finger felt enormous so what is this going to be like? This is probably more my speed.” Pulling out the enema bag and looking at the thin spout. “Well I spent money on it, so I guess I should give it a try.” She fumbles for a bit, but figures it out, following what the instructions say, then coats her finger in lube. It slides in easy, and with a few more applications of lube, she no longer feels the discomfort from before. Excitement and pleasure build, and she leaves her finger in as she masturbates, enhancing the experience. When she's done she removes her finger and as her body settles down she feels a light sting. 

“I think I overdid it,” Letting the sensation pass. She goes to bed and wakes the next morning still a little sore, but ready to try again. Nate shows up, and after a day's work on the bathroom, he leaves to go back to the hotel, and Kendra preps and plays with herself more, this time being gentler. This pattern continues for roughly the next week with her getting bolder each day, until she's able to slide in the butt plug with ease. Proud of her accomplishments she goes to bed, and as she's dozing off she here's it.

“You've been busy, and not just on the house, “Dave says, walking up next to her. 

“I know, I should have more control, but it feels so good,” Kendra answers, rolling onto her stomach and looking at him. 

“Nothing wrong with that,” Dave chuckles. “Did you want to give it a try tonight?”

“Yes, but go slow, your way bigger than the plug,” Kendra smirks, sliding her underwear off and getting on her hands and knees. Dave returns her smirk and drops his shorts, revealing his partial erection. He grabs a bottle of lube and rubs some over his cock, bringing it to full stiffness before applying some to her ass, and positioning himself at her entrance. 

“Tell me if I need to stop or go slower,” He says. She nods and he pushes against her. Excitement and pleasure builds as his tip starts to stretch her. 

“I wish I could watch,” She says, and Dave stops. 

“That can be arranged,” He says, and before Kendra can say anything a series of mirrors surrounds them, and after a little searching she finds an angle that shows exactly what she wants. 

“Mmm,you look so hot with your cock in my ass,” Kendra says, giving it little shake. Dave slides his cock out and adds more lube before pushing slowly back in. Lust courses through her as she watches his cock stretch her wide, but as more of him enters, there's a little bit of discomfort as she’s pushed wider than anything she’s tried. 

“Stop,” She says and he does. She watches her ass clenching around him, and the sting fades. “Alright.” He applies another coat of lube and starts again. More of his shaft pushes in and the sting returns, but she can see that he’s close and pushes through it letting him slide the last little bit in. He holds for a moment letting things settle then slowly slides out, applies a line of lube then slides back in. He does this a few more times, and any remaining discomfort turns to pleasure. 

“Doing alright?” He asks. 

“Yeah, but keep it slow,” She replies. He does as instructed, letting his cock slide almost to the tip before slowly pushing back in. Kendra reaches down and inserts a finger, releasing a moan as she feels his cock sliding beneath it. Pleasure floods her system and she looks to the side watching his cock dip into her as she plays with herself.

“A little faster?” She asks, and he obliges. A deep moan escaping her when the wave of pleasure hits. She pushes in another finger, switching back to the view of his cock deep in her ass as she chases her climax, but before she gets there the sting returns and she’s unable to ignore it. 

“Stop!” She shouts and he does. “It-It’s too much.” Feeling embarrassment wash over her.

“It’s alright,” Dave says, pulling himself free. “We can always try again another time, running his finger tips over her back, before Kendra wakes up. 

“How embarrassing.” Burying her face in the pillow.

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“Guess that shoots down my theory about my mind giving me the best possible outcome,” Kendra thinks with a groan rolling over. “Or maybe I cursed myself by pointing it out? Regardless it felt really good right up until the end, and getting to watch him fuck me was mmm,” A shiver running over her body “Maybe I do have a better imagination than I thought I did.” She gets up and starts getting ready for the day. “I want to feel him cum inside my ass, but clearly I have to work at it more which means I'm going to need something bigger, but I don't know if I dare ask the gas station, so maybe I'll…” She picks up her phone and texts Nate to see if he is awake, and a few moments later when she gets confirmation she calls him. 

“You on the road yet?” Kendra asks. 

“No, I'm still having breakfast, what's up?” Nate asks.

“I just wanted to tell you, you didn't need to come down this weekend,” Kendra says. 

“Why's that?” Nate asks.

“I'm going to drive up to the city today and see if I can't get some supplies to run solar to the house” Kendra answers. 

“Decided to spread the wealth a little instead of buying Jack a new store?” Nate jokes. 

“That should be the reason where he's been telling stories about me, but the truth is I don't know how long it would take him to get some of the stuff in so it'll be easier to go to a specialist,” Kendra explains. 

“Makes sense, did you want to have dinner while you're in town?” Nate asks. 

“Lunch would be better. Where it's a three hour drive, I'd like to be back before dark,” Kendra says.

“You could always stay here,” Nate replies. 

“No, I won't impose, especially where we didn't discuss it beforehand,” Kendra responds. 

“Alright, call me when you get your errands done then,” Nate says. 

“Will do,” Kendra says. Ending the call. She has a quick breakfast and starts the drive. 

“And now I'm driving all the way back to the city to buy something to shove up my butt, and not just something, something bigger. How did I get to this point? At least I can get something productive done while I'm feeding my delusion.” Her first stop is with the solar people and after some discussion, she picks out a system that should suit her needs, packing what she can into the truck, and having the rest shipped to Jack's shop. Her next stop is the sex shop. 

“What can I help you find today,” The woman asks after verifying her ID. 

“I think I'm going to just look around for now,” Kendra says, feeling self conscious. 

“If you need anything let me know,” The lady says. She walks around the shop, stopping to look at the lingerie and picking one up. 

“And who would I wear this for?” Her question caused her to put it back. After wandering a bit she finds the display of dildos and butt plugs. “ Geez I guess the one I got really was a starter.” Looking at one wider than her fist. “That has to be a joke, there can't be people that can take something that big, can there?” A little tingle going through her as thinks about it. She finds a couple more the size she wants and notices the shop is running a sale. “Well as long as I'm here I might as well.” Turning her attention towards the dildos. Picking out a few then returning to the counter. 

“I love this one,” The lady says, picking up one of the dildos. “Did you need any lube today?” Kendra starts to say no but has a flashback to how awkward it was to get her first bottle. 

“Actually. Yeah, give me two,”Kendra replies. She pays and calls Nate to meet up for lunch, who arrives with a blonde haired woman. 

“Did you get what you came for?” Nate asks, getting out of his car. 

“Yeah,” Kendra answers, holding back a smile. 

“Kendra! Hello! You're looking so good,” The woman says, giving Kendra a little side hug around the shoulders, trying to not to touch her more than she has too, and pulling back to brush her dress off. “You've gotten so strong I can feel it in your shoulders.” 

“Thanks May, good to see you too,” Kendra replies in a flat tone. “ You leave the kiddo home?” Not seeing another passenger. 

“No, she's with mom learning how to make jam, or so she claims, we'll see when she gets home,” Nate says. They enter the restaurant and place their order. 

“How's the house going?” May asks. 

“Good, I'm hoping to get the bathroom done in the next three or four weeks,” Kendra answers. 

“Will you be done after that?” May asks, looking down at her phone.

“Not even close. I need to get power to the house, then heating and lighting, then I need to build a proper kitchen, so many things left to do,” Kendra responds trailing off. 

“And you expect Nate to keep driving down each weekend to help you with all that?” May asks, annoyance in her voice as she types on her phone. 

“May, we talked about this,” Nate says, leaning towards her. 

“No! You said you were going to help her every so often until she gets back on her feet. Not spend every weekend becoming one of her construction workers,” May responds, elevating her voice. 

“I never asked Nate to come and help, so he can stay home if you want him to, “Kendra snaps. 

“I do. Glad we're in agreement then,” May says, returning to her phone. Nate lets out a sigh, and they eat in silence. If it wasn't for the long drive Kendra would have taken hers to go. She eats quickly and asks for her bill, paying and leaving without a word. On the drive back she ignores the first few calls from Nate, but realizes that he'll keep calling until she answers, and she doesn't need him interrupting her plans for the evening. 

“Hello,” She answers flatly.

“I am so sorry. May’s just been having a rough time at work lately and..” Nate rambles.

“Stop!” Kendra says, cutting him off. “We both know that she doesn’t like me and hasn’t for a while.” 

“That’s not true,” Nate says.

“Yes it is, she always looked down on me, because I wasn’t afraid to get my hands dirty, and that stunt where she gave you that picture of me and Dave was probably an attempt to make me so depressed that I’d off myself and she could get my money,” Kendra vents. 

“Woah, where did that come from?” Nate asks. 

“She didn’t tell you, did she? Right after the accident, when she found out about the life insurance plan Dave had she asked me when I was going to pay off your house,” Kendra answers.

“That can’t be true,” Nate says after a pause. 

“Go ask her then,” Kendra responds. 

“I’m sure it was just some dark humor,” Nate responds after another pause. 

“If you say so,” Kendra responds, nearly ending the call. 

“Sounds like I’ve got some things to sort out. I’ll let you know the next time I’m coming down, but it’ll probably be awhile,” Nate says, ending the call. Annoyed, but happy to have that off her chest she drives the rest of the way home, thinking about her dream to get her in the mood and excited to try her new toys. Arriving home, she’s forgotten about her conversation with Nate and does her prep, eager to get started. She tries several times to get it in, but each time it gets to the widest part, she feels the sting and stops. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” Setting aside the new plug and reaching for the first one she got, sliding it in with little effort. “The other one doesn’t look much bigger than this one, so why is it so much harder to get in?” Letting out a soft moan as she slides it in and out. She pushes it back in and walks over to the bag from the sex shop pulling out one of the dildos she bought, removing it from the box and coating it in lube. The dildo is pink silicon in the rough shape of a penis, and she slides it into her pussy, feeling extra tension from the butt plug. 

“Not quite the same as the dream cock I’ve been getting but it’ll do.” She plays with both of them, sliding one out while leaving the other in to see how it feels, and settles for having the plug in and playing with the dildo while having her foot up on the stool. Her ass clenches around the plug and a shiver of pleasure travels through her as she increases her pace. Another moan escapes, and her pussy tightens as she chases her climax, nearly vibrating her hand once she’s pushed the dildo all the way in. She holds her breath and a few moments later releases it as her orgasm courses through her. She removes the dildo and plays with the butt plug, triggering a few aftershocks before pulling it free. Satisfied, she has dinner and prepares for bed. Her body is relaxed and she starts to drift off when she hears it.

“Having trouble with the new toys I see,” Dave says, walking up behind her. 

“Yeah, I couldn’t even get the smaller of the two in,” Kendra pouts, turning towards him. 

“You’ll get it, just keep at it,” Dave replies. 

“Do you want to try?” Kendra asks, a thought entering her head. 

“What?” Dave responds. 

“You said that with such confidence, like you know what I’m going through, do you want to show me how it's done?” Kendra asks.

“I was just being encouraging,” Dave says, shuffling in place. 

“And I appreciate that, so I’m going to encourage you to try something new like you have been encouraging me,” Kendra replies. 

“Well… maybe we can give it a try, but only if you really want to?” Dave asks.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” Kendra answers, walking over and pulling out the three butt pugs and the bottle of lube she’s hidden in the loft. Dave removes his shorts before getting on his hands and knees on the bed. A smirk fills Kendra’s face as she walks over and pulls his cheeks apart. 

“If you feel any discomfort let me know, coating his anus and the smallest plug in lube. Dave nods, and she swirls the plug around his entrance before pushing against it. A little slides in and she pulls back. “How was that?” 

“Strange, but alright,” Dave replies. She pushes a little more in and waits for a reaction, but getting none she keeps going sliding the full thing in. His ass clenches around the base and his cock hardens. 

“Still doing alright?” Kendra asks, watching his cock.

“Yeah, still feels strange, but in a good way if that makes sense,” Dave responds. She doesn’t answer, sliding the plug in and out a few times, before pulling it free. 

“If that one didn’t cause you any problems then lets try this one,” Kendra says, grabbing the plug she was playing with earlier and lubing it up. She teases with a few presses, then starts sliding it in, slowing as she gets to the widest part. “Any discomfort?” 

“No, so far so good,” Dave replies, and her smirk drops. She pushes more, and watches the rest of the plug disappear into his ass, causing his cock to twitch and him to moan. Annoyed, but aroused, she plays with the plug, enjoying how it stretches him, and how it makes his cock dance. Pulling the plug free she reaches for the largest one and covers it in lube, pressing it into him, and sliding slowly up to the largest part.

“Am I good to continue?” She asks. Dave nods and her face scrunches as his ass flares to accept the plug. His cock nearly bouncing off his body as it does. She leaves it in place, watching his anus flutter around it, and a long strand of slick fall from his cock. Dave arches his back and she reaches for her pussy, inserting a couple of fingers as she manipulates the plug, causing him to moan and leak more slick. A few moments later, Dave lets out a gasp, and several long strands of cum fly from his cock. 

“I see why you like this so much,” Dave says, and before Kendra can say anything she wakes up. 

“Of course he’s better at it than me.” Letting out a puff.

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“How dare he. How dare he show me up in my dream,” She thinks, tossing her bedding aside. “I figured where he was such a tight ass in life he wouldn’t be able handle any of them, but no, he was able to take all of them like it was nothing, which was… super fucking hot and I didn’t know I would enjoy watching, and then with out warning he blew his load all over the ground... which was also super fucking hot, but it could have gone in or on me instead of pouring onto the floor.” She gets up and starts down that ladder. “I need to calm down, my libido is getting out of control. Since when did I start wanting to fuck people? I’ve always been content with being fucked.” Taking and releasing a deep breath as she steps off the ladder. She exits to go to the outhouse, and finds another puddle of the transparent goo. 

“What is causing this?” Looking around for any tracks or signs of animals, finding none, she continues with her business, and she spends the next week finishing up the exterior of the bathroom, and connecting it to the house. 

“Looking good, now I just need to finish the plumbing so I don't have to deal with a cold toilet seat every morning.” She drives into town, stopping at Jack's shop to pick up supplies, and see if her solar order came in. 

“Hello, Ms. Kendra, how are you this afternoon?” Jack says as she enters. 

“Good, here to pick up some pipe, a toilet, and to check if my order came in,” Kendra answers, leaning against the counter. 

“Got the bathroom finished did you? Jack asks with a smile. “Wait what order?” Picking up his clip board and looking through it.

“Enclosed would be a better term, but yeah, and I'm having some solar panels sent here from the city.” Kendra replies. 

“Mighty forward of you,” Jack says, putting the clip board down. 

“I didn't think you'd mine, but if you do then consider us even,” Kendra replies, giving him a glare. 

“Fair enough,” Jack responds with a sigh. “But it's good to hear about your bathroom. I was worried you wouldn’t get it done before winter, but would still be trying to shower out in the cold to avoid Be.”

“Nah, we talked and made up, I think. Although I should probably take her to lunch again and make sure,” Kendra says. 

“She'd like that, she'd like a lot more than that, but I'm sure she'll take what she can get,” Jack chuckles. “But you didn't hear that from me.” 

“Yeah I'm sure she would, and who knows maybe she'll get the opportunity one day,” Kendra says with a smirk. 

“Didn't know you swung that way,” Jack says, lowering his voice. 

“I don't know if I do either. If you would have asked me before I came out here, I could have told you where I stand on all of it, but now after spending so much time by myself I don't know what I want anymore,” Kendra says, looking down. 

“They do say spending time alone in nature helps you find yourself, and you've definitely done plenty of that,” Jack jokes. 

“Yeah, but on that subject did you ever hook up with Be?” Kendra asks. Jack's face drops and he looks around to make sure no one else is there. 

“How do you…? Jack questions.

“When I first got here, Be thought I was divorced, so she was trying to convince me to hook up with you, and told me what happened to your wife, but later she talked about her sexcapades and doing a little math. You would have had the opportunity,“ Kendra says.

“That sounds like Be, always trying to get people laid, guess it keeps things interesting for us older folks. Yeah, I hooked up with her a couple of times right before she got engaged, it was fun, but not my cup of tea. She's got a wild streak in her, wanting to try all sorts of crazy things. So if you do let her in your bed be ready for some strange requests,” Jack says with a smirk. 

“Thanks for the info, I'll keep that in mind,” Kendra says, flashing back to all the stuff that's happened in her dreams. She picks up the supplies and returns home, spending the next three weeks, finishing the bathroom and continuing to work with her toys. The bathroom has a tiled floor that continues up the wall. A small counter with a sink and some drawers is against the south wall, flanked on one side by a single person shower and the other by the toilet. On the wall next to the toilet is a window, and across from the sink is a space for a tub that arrived a few days ago, but since Nate hasn't been available to help her, Jack offered, but said it would have to wait until Sunday when the store wasn't open. She gets a message from him that he's on his way, and half an hour later, a flatbed truck with the tub and some boxes strapped to it pulls through the trees with Mike driving and Jack in the passenger seat. 

“I'm impressed, Ms. Kendra,” Jack says after getting out of the truck and looking around. “You've got quite the little hide away out here.”

“And I would like to keep it that way,” Kendra remarks. “So you make sure he doesn't go blabbing to everyone.” Looking towards Mike. 

“I'll do my best, but I spend most of the day doing my online classes right now,” Mike says, glancing towards Jack. 

“Still don't trust me?” Jack jokes. 

“I trust you enough to let you come out here, but it seems like the town runs on gossip and secrets so I don't need you advertising it, “Kendra says, voice growing stern at the end. 

“You're not wrong,” Jack chuckles, starting to free the straps holding the tub down. “Your panels finally came in yesterday, surprised they took so long.”

“I'm not, those types of contractors tend to have shitty inventory systems, so they'll always tell you they have everything on hand then call you a week later and say it's on backorder, “ Kendra replies, shaking her head. They unload the truck and carry the tub into the bathroom. The tub looks similar to the one that Kendra used in the hotel, but not as ornate. 

“You should hire her to come redo your bathroom,” Mike jokes as he looks around the room. 

“Right? What’s your rate?” Jake asks.

“Right now you can’t afford me, but ask me again when I get the rest of the house done,” Kendra responds. She sees them off and starts working on hooking up the tub, working past sundown to finish things up. 

“I’m exhausted, but it should be finished.” Turning on the water and checking the drain. Struggling to stay awake, she shuts off the water and climbs into the loft, leaving her clothes on as she lays on the bed. 

“Not going to clean up?” Dave asks from behind her. 

“That can wait until tomorrow,” She grumbles, not moving. 

“Guess I'll come back tomorrow then,” Dave says, starting to walk away. The realization hits her, and she lifts herself up with a renewed energy. 

“Wait, don't go, it's been awhile, “ Kendra says, reaching out to him. 

“Yeah, sorry about that, I overdid it, and had to wait,” Dave responds, turning to face her. “But I saw that you finished your project so I wanted to congratulate you.” 

“Do you want to see it?” Kendra asks, grabbing his hand. 

“Sure,” He answers. They make their way to the bathroom, and after entering Dave flips the light switch turning on the lights. Kendra is confused for a moment but shrugs it off, excited to show off her work. 

“What do you think?” Kendra asks, hands on her hips. 

“It’s very nice. I really like the tub,” Dave says walking around the room. “Are you going to put something in the center or leave it open?” 

“My original plan was to leave it open, but now that you point it out, it would be a good place for a bench,” Kendra says, staring at the space in the center of the room. “Or I could continue down my path of depravity and put in a stripper pole.” Letting out a laugh. 

“That could be fun, and I bet you would nail it,” Dave says. 

“I don’t think I’m that coordinated,” Kendra replies, turning towards him. 

“I bet you are, give it a try,” Dave says, pointing towards the center of the room. Confusion crosses her face as she turns and sees a silver pole running from floor to ceiling. 

“How did…?” She asks, pointing at it as she turns back towards Dave. 

“Don’t worry about it, give it a try,” He replies. Kendra walks to the pole, gripping it and pulling on it to verify it’s secure. Satisfied, she leans forward, letting her weight pull her around the pole. 

“That’s kind of fun, should I dance for you?” She asks in a seductive tone, kicking off her shoes. 

“I like where this is going,” Dave answers, leaning against the tub. She spins a few more times, before popping open the button on her pants and zipping it down to show her underwear. Dave lets out some hoots, and she shakes her ass from side to side before pulling her pants down. She spins a few more times then lifts her foot as high as she can, resting it against the pole. She looks at Dave with a smile and reaches down, pulling the crotch of her underwear aside to flash her pussy. He gives her some cheers, and she drops her leg, shaking her body as she moves towards him. She turns around and grinds on his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen to her touch then pulls away,returning to the pole. She does another spin and pulls off her shirt. Dave applauds, and she locks her knee around the pole, hopping up to try and do a spin, but slides to the ground with a thud.

“You alright!?” Dave asks, rushing over and squatting down.

“Yeah, just got lost in the moment,” She answers, feeling her face flush, and looking away. 

“Well I thought you did great,” Dave responds. 

“Realy?” She asks, turning back to see his shorts straining against his erection.

“This doesn’t lie,” He answers, motioning toward it. He helps her up, and she reaches for his cock, but winces, the fall aggravating the soreness she’d accumulated from all the work she’s been doing. “Been overworking yourself again, I see.” Moving back to the bath and turning on the water. 

“I’ll be fine, just a reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be,” Kendra jokes, another hint of confusion sweeping over her when she starts to see steam rise from the water. 

“Well, a hot bath will help with that,” Dave says, taking her hand, and guiding her towards it.

“But I want this,” Kendra protests, rubbing his shaft through his shorts. 

“That can come later, let's take care of you first,” Dave responds. She flashes him a smile, and removes her underwear, feeling the warmth of the water comforting her as she steps in. Dave turns off the faucet when it's full, and positions himself behind her, rubbing her shoulders. 

“How’s the temperature?” He asks. 

“Good, but it would be much hotter if you would join me,” Kendra says, leaning into his hands.

“Excited I see,” Dave says, removing his shirt and shorts. 

“Always when you're around,” Kendra responds, eyes fixed on his still ridged cock. Water splashes out of the tub as he enters, and the fit is tight, but there’s still enough room for Kendra to maneuver. She spins around and presses her back against his chest before gripping his cock, and rubbing it against her inner thigh. He wraps his arms around her, cupping her breasts and she guides his cock into her pussy. Her motions are slow, bobbing up and down, enjoying the warmth of the water and the touch of his hands as they lightly pull at her nipples. 

“Mmm that feels amazing,” She moans, reaching down and stroking her clit. She continues until she feels his cock start to throb, then stops. “You only get to finish if it's in my ass.” Sliding his cock out and repositioning so that it presses against her anus. She grinds on it a few times, then pushes down, sliding over it in one fluid motion. “Looks like all the practice is paying off.” Gripping the sides of the tub so she can take long powerful strokes, fulfilling the craving she’s been having for over a month. Her body trembles with pleasure and excitement, and shortly after Dave lets out a gasp, and injects a wave of hot cum deep inside her, warming her more than the bath, and triggering her orgasm. She grips the tub as more pulses push into her, and falls back into his waiting arms as they finish. 

“See, I told you, you’d make it much hotter,” Kendra smirks, looking up at him. He returns a smile and she wakes back in her bed fully clothed. 

“Looks like I’m doing laundry today.” Noticing the large wet spot between her legs.

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“You’d think by now l would be able to tell when I'm having one of those dreams,” Kendra thinks, flipping the switch in the bathroom on and off to make sure she isn't going crazy and somehow the house has power.“But they feel so real. Guess it's good that they're not though, because I say some dumb shit in them, and I'm still being weirdly aggressive.” She finishes in the bathroom and changes her clothes, packing the rest to head to the laundromat. Driving through town she sees Halloween decorations everywhere, and an advertisement for a festival in the central plaza. 

“Is it that time already? I mean the leaves changing should have been a big indicator, but I didn't know it was getting that late in the year already.” Checking the date on her phone. “Oh, the parties today. Guess I really wasn't paying attention.” She finishes her laundry and heads to the hardware store to pick up some wire. 

“Ms. Kendra hello, how's the tub install going?” Jack asks. He's wearing a knitted beanie that covers the top part of his head, a plaid long sleeve shirt, suspenders, and his beard and mustache seems a little more unkempt than normal.

“Good, you being festive or trying a new look?” Kendra asks, leaning against the counter. 

“It's for the festival tonight, I run one of the booths, so it's best to wear something warm, “ Jack answers. 

“I saw the flyers, and the decorations. Didn’t even realize,” Kendra says, shaking her head. 

“You should come,” Jack replies. 

“Isn't it just for the kids?” Kendra asks. 

“Mostly, but a few years back some of the teens were starting to get rowdy so we added more stuff for them and the adults. Now we've got booths and food, games and a band,” Jack says, excitement growing as he speaks. 

“Wood Brook goes all out huh?” Kendra asks.

“What else do we have to do?” Jack jokes. 

“Fair enough, I don't have a costume though, “ Kendra responds. 

“You don't need one, just come and meet the community,” Jack says. 

“I'll think about it, but I need to focus on getting power to the house. I'm running out of time before winter sets in,” Kendra says, pushing away from the counter and walking towards the aisle she needs. 

“You know me and Mike can come out and help you with that,” Jack says, walking from behind the counter. 

“No, this is my project, so if I'm not capable of getting it done, then I get to be cold. I don't need to be replying on others anymore than I already do,” Kendra replies, picking out the stuff she needs. 

“I don't agree, but I'm not going to force it,” Jack says, helping her carry everything to the counter. She pays and returns home, spending the rest of the day assembling her solar panels, and deciding where in the clearing she wants to put them. 

“Should I go?” It would be easy for me not to go, but if I do, I could talk with people and let them know how boring I am, so they won't be curious and try to come out here, but on the other hand I would have to talk to people.” She continues to debate with herself until the afternoon, when she decides to go, so she can at least say she tried it once. She arrives in town as the sun is starting to set and has to park a few blocks away from the plaza. Lights, decorations, booths and a band dressed as zombies, playing Halloween songs at a family friendly volume, fill the plaza while children and teenagers run around, collecting candy and playing various caravel type games. 

She walks around, looking for Jack, and finds him running a booth where people are throwing darts at balloons. The line is impressive for such a small town, and not wanting to bother him she wanders over to the booths serving food, getting her some fried goodies. 

“They really do go all out,” Taking in the sights. She gets a few stares, but for the most part people ignore her, and she's considering leaving when she hears her name, looking behind her to see Be with another woman. 

“I didn't expect to see you here,” Be says, running up and giving her a hug. 

“I came into town to pick up some stuff and Jack invited me, but he looked busy, so I didn't want to bother him,” Kendra replies after Be finishes her hug.

“I swear, for as much as he grumbles about it, once he gets going he's more excited than the kids are,” The other lady says. She's a little shorter and younger than Be, with shoulder length brown hair and a fuller figure, in between what people would call slim or heavy. 

“Right, this is Lisa, she owns the gas station,” Be says, motioning both her hands towards her “And this is Kendra, the one building the house out in the woods.” Turning and doing the same towards Kendra. 

“Ah, the one that had a little trouble ordering a special the other day,” Lisa says, extending her hand towards Kendra. 

“It was my first time, and all the cloak and dagger didn't help,” Kendra replies, shaking Lisa's hand. 

“Yeah, sorry about that. There's actually quite a lot of demand for those types of products, but the mayor wants to project a certain image, so we have to keep it underground” Lisa says. 

“How’s that been treating you by the way?” Be asks. 

“Um, good. When I get to that is, been super busy trying to get things done before winter,” Kendra says, feeling a little flushed.

“Well if you ever need anything else, let me know we're well stocked,” Lisa says with a wink. 

“I-I will, but for now I should probably be going,”Kendra says, attempting to walk away. 

“The night's still young, you should stay and play some games,” Be says, putting her hand on Kendra's shoulder. 

“I'm not that coordinated, besides I don't have power at my place yet, so I need to get up with the sun to maximize my work day, “ Kendra replies. 

“Oh, one shorter work day isn't going to set you back that much, loosen up, and have some fun,” Be says, sliding her hand down to Kendra's wrist and pulling her along. They spend the next few hours visiting the booths, playing the games, getting more treats, and talking to some of the other townsfolk. By the end Kendra is enjoying herself, but tries not to show it. 

“Now I really should be going,” Kendra says, seeing the festivities starting to wind down. 

“Yeah, we have to go help clean up, but it was good to see you. We'll have to come out and have tea one day,” Be says, giving her another hug. 

“Sounds good, but I still  don't have furniture,” Kendra responds. 

“Sounds like we know what you're getting for Christmas then,” Lisa says with a smile. 

“I couldn't accept that, but if things go well maybe we can plan a date and go shopping, “Kendra says, waving as she leaves, making her way back to her truck and driving home. Being the first time she's traveled the route in the dark she takes it slow. 

“The woods are a bit creepy at night. No wonder there's stories about monsters living in them.” Pulling into the side road. She eases through the woods and pulls up next to the house, but as she does, out of the corner of her eye she catches a dark shadow darting from the side of the house towards the woods. 

“What was that?” Feeling the tingle of adrenaline. She backs the truck up and points the headlights towards the trees, looking for any movement in the direction she thought she saw it head. 

“I know I saw something,” Staring at the tree line. Nothing moves, and she picks up her flashlight, before rolling down her window. 

“Is-is someone there?” She speaks towards the darkness, voice shaky. There's no reply, and she aims her flashlight towards the woods not in the headlights, and pans it around, catching a glimpse of something disappearing behind the tree about midway up. “Hello!?” Getting no response. She pans the light around for several minutes, then rolls up her window.

“That couldn't have been a deer, it was at least six or seven feet up, owl maybe, I didn’t hear flapping though. Maybe it was some kids? It is Halloween,and they might have heard about an old house out in the woods.” She positions the truck so it's as close to the house as possible then gives the woods another quick look before bolting for the house, entering, and locking the door behind her. She checks the bathroom and the loft, encase it was some teenagers, but finds nothing. Her heart is racing, and she digs through her tools, finding and turning on all the lights she can before grabbing the machete, climbing to the loft and putting her back to the wall. She sits for an unknown amount of time until she hears it.

“You were up late tonight,” Dave says, from the ladder leading to the loft. 

“I-I saw something when I pulled up to the house,” Kendra responds, voice weak. 

“What was that?” Dave says, moving closer. 

“When I got home from town, something big was moving out in the woods,” Kendra says. 

“Ah, that's nothing to be concerned about, “ Dave says, sitting next to her. 

“Do you know what it was then? Kendra asks, sliding next to him. 

“Yeah, it was the Wood Brook monster, wooOooO,” Dave says, lifting his hands and laughing. 

“Don’t joke about that,” Kendra says, shoving him.

“Sorry, couldn't resist. It was an owl,” Dave says, putting an arm around her.

“That makes sense I guess,” Kendra says, snuggling against him. “Wonder if that's what Nate saw that one time?”

“Probably,” Dave answers. His embrace gives her comfort and she starts to relax. “What were you doing in town so late?”

“I went to the Halloween festival, and it turned out to be more fun then I thought it would be,” Kendra says. 

“They let you in without a costume?” Dave jokes. 

“Yeah, there were a lot of people there without them, but it would have been more fun with one, if I remember I'll have to pick one out for next year,” She says with a smile. 

“Want to look at some now? Might help take your mind off things,” Dave says, standing up. 

“Sure,” Kendra says following him. When she gets to her feet she sees an area filled with racks of clothes and costumes. They spend some time trying on various halloween costumes from witches to vampires to clowns, laughing at each, but not really finding any that stand out to her. 

“Maybe I should go sexy,” Kendra says, looking through a rack of short skirts. 

“They probably wouldn’t appreciate it, but could be fun,” Dave says, digging through a rack of suits. She pulls a few out and holds them against her body. 

“This is more your color,” She jokes, tossing a dark gray skirt towards him. He catches it and slides it on. 

“How do I look?” Dave asks, posing for her. 

“Fabulous, actually that gives me an idea,” Kendra says, pulling out a white dress shirt and tie, handing it to Dave before finding a three piece suit for her. “You can be the quirky assistant, and I can be the hard assed business man.” They take a moment to change and have a good laugh while looking in the mirror. 

“You look hot in a skirt,” Kendra says, eyeing him up and down. 

“Thanks boss,” Dave says, bending down to place his hands on the top of his legs before thrusting his hips back, causing the skirt to lift up. “Oops, looks like I forgot to put on underwear this morning, oh well, I’m sure you don’t mind, here let me just bend over and pick this up for you.” Bending over to grab some of the clothes on the floor and showing Kendra his ass. She walks behind him and gives him a light slap. 

“Sir, what would your wife say?” Dave asks, springing up.

“I don’t care what that old battle axe says, now come over here and let's talk about your promotion,” Kendra says, unzipping her pants and cracking up. “But in all seriousness you do look good in that, and I do have something for the occasion if you’re up for it.” Walking back towards the loft.

“Oh?” Dave questions, looking over his shoulder. Kendra pulls out her stash of toys, and grabs a box, rushing back. 

“Yeah turns out this dildo I bought wasn’t just a dildo, but a kit, and one of the attachments is this,” She says, snapping a long dildo onto a base with straps. “So if you want to play this out we can.” Holding it up. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Dave responds, bending over and spreading his cheeks. Kendra picks up a shorter dildo, attaching it to the other side of the base before dropping her pants and steps into the harness. She covers both in lube, sliding the short one into her pussy, and the long one between Dave’s cheeks. 

“Squat down a little, you're too tall for your boss,” Kendra says, trying to find the angle. 

“Sorry sir,” Dave says, gripping one of the clothes racks while taking a wider stance. His cock dangles between his legs, semi erect, and she pours more lube on his anus before pressing the dildo against it. She fails a few times to push in, getting used to the movement, but when she does, Dave lets out a long moan as it enters him. 

“Good boy,” Kendra says, squeezing Dave’s ass. He responds with a playful moan, and she slides her hips back, feeling the one inside her pull back as she watches his ass flex around the other. She pushes, getting a pulse of pleasure as the one sinks back into her pussy, and the other disappears into Dave’s ass. He flexes his back, still holding onto the rack, to put himself more in line with her. She slowly increases her pace, building towards climax, their moans harmonizing as they grow closer. Her pussy starts to tense, and with a few hard thrusts her orgasm triggers. 

“Cum with me,” Kendra says, thrusting her hips against Dave as her body clenches. Dave lets out a gasp after the first couple, and drops to his hands and knees as cum launches from his cock. Several spurts later he’s created a small puddle, and her body tingles with aftershocks from watching.

“That felt fucking amazing,” Dave says, after catching his breath.

“Yes it did,” Kendra agrees, and with that she wakes, still against the wall in the loft with all the lights on and the sun shining in. 

“That was a good distraction.” Feeling stiff as she starts to get up.

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“Second time my dream has just added an extra space to my house and I haven't even questioned it, and once again I was weirdly aggressive. It feels so good in the moment, but I think I would be too scared or embarrassed to do it in real life. Hell, I'm too scared and embarrassed to ask Be, and it’s already been established that she would jump me in a heartbeat.” She thinks getting up, turning off the lamps, using the bathroom, changing her clothes, and starting the stove.“Well enough procrastinating, time to go face one of my fears.” Letting out a long breath as she unlocks and opens the door. She peaks outside and sees nothing out of place, stepping out into the cold morning air she takes a walk around the clearing. “Well nothing seems to be missing or broken, do I dare…?” Glancing towards the woods where she saw something move behind a tree. “If I'm going to keep living out here then I need to quit being a puss about it.” Walking to the tree line. 

“Whatever that was had to be seven or eight feet up. Higher than I thought, so I couldn't have been kids, unless they put a lot of effort into it, but to what end? To try and scare the old lady out in the woods? When I say it that way, I would have gone out in the woods and pissed with her too when I was a teenager. She steps into the trees, going a few back, finding a puddle of transparent goo and some large feathers. 

“Guess that solves one mystery.” Picking up the large dark feather and looking it over. “But not this one.” Using the point of the feather to scoop up some of the goo. “Because I'm pretty sure owls don't leak goo.” Chuckling to herself. “Honestly it kind of looks like Dave's cum puddle from my dream, but that wouldn’t make sense either, because that would imply that my dreams are real, and my ghost husband is out blowing loads in my yard like a disobedient animal... Actually that would track for him, but if I was going to entertain that idea then I would have to admit the Dave in my dreams is the same Dave I married, and that's absolutely not true. I swear that man didn't wipe his ass because he was worried someone would call him gay, so there's no way he'd ever let me shove something up it, and enjoy it.” Tossing the feather down and returning to the house. 

She spends the next three and a half weeks working on the solar system, hooking it up to the house and installing the things she needs to safely power the house. She’s in the process of installing some heaters when Nate pulls up.

“What are you doing here? And on a Tuesday?” Kendra asks, looking at her phone as she steps out of the house. 

“Missed you too,” Nate replies, pulling his bag out of the car. 

“You didn't answer my question,” Kendra says.

“What, can't I be worried about you and want to come visit?” Nate asks, giving her a hug. 

“Not when it could jeopardize your marriage, and when did you become a hugger?” Kendra asks. 

“We worked that out and since therapy,” Nate answers.

“Huh?” Kendra asks.

“After our last conversation I asked May about what you said, and she admitted it. That led to several arguments and eventual therapy where we worked a lot of things out, together and individually,” Nate says with a smile. 

“Never thought you'd be the type to go to therapy,” Kendra comments. 

“Same, but it was good for me, helped work through a lot of things I had been repressing, you should try it,” Nate says, with a hopeful look.

“I'm fine, but I'm glad you got things sorted out with May,” Kendra replies looking away. 

*Says the woman that sold her business,  moved to live alone in the woods, and regularly sees her deceased husband in her dreams,” Nate jokes.

“That has nothing to do with my mental state, and it's not regularly,” Kendra responds. 

“You're not helping your case, and that's part of the reason I'm here. I want you to come spend the Thanksgiving weekend with me and the family. 

“Is it that time already? These holidays keep sneaking up on me,” Kendra replies. 

“Does that mean you'll come then?” Nate asks. 

“No, I need to think about it, but since you're here, you can help me install the heaters in the house,” Kendra says, walking back in. They spend the rest of the day getting the heaters wired in. 

“This place gets a little cozier each time I come,” Nate says, feeling the warmth rise off the heater. “But I see you still don't have any furniture, and are still sleeping on a foam pad.” 

“Nice furniture invites you to be lazy, and isn't ideal for an active construction zone, “ Kendra replies, turning the other heaters on to make sure they won't trip the breaker. 

“Also not a good argument for your mental stability,” Nate jokes, and Kendra shoots him a glare. “If this is your home now then you should make it feel homey.”

“Decorationg never was my strong suit so this is fine,” Kendra says, looking away. 

“If you say so. Want me to tell Be hi if I see her?” Nate says, walking to the door. 

“Still afraid to spend the night?” Kendra asks.

“Yeah, you can keep your creepy woods. I'll be back tomorrow after breakfast, and I want an answer about Thanksgiving,” Nate says, exiting and shutting the door behind him. Kendra watches him drive off and starts to think it over while making her dinner and getting ready for bed. 

“Should I go? I kind of don’t want to, but he did drive all the way out here to ask and help when he didn’t have to. So I should go for his sake, but I don’t know if I have the bandwidth to deal with May, even if she has been going to therapy there’s no guarantee that she’s any better, but I should probably go so that Emily remembers that she has an Aunt, but then I’ll probably have to deal with mom and dad too, and they quit giving a shit about me when I didn’t give them any grandchildren. Beh what a mess.”  She continues to weigh the options, and before crawling into bed decides that she should probably go as a thank you to Nate. She starts to doze off when she hears it. 

“Another task completed, good work,” Dave says, walking up behind her. 

“Yup, I should be good to ride out the winter now,” Kendra says, turning towards him. 

“What are you going to do with all your free time then?” Dave asks with a smirk. 

“Work, of course there’s plenty of stuff that I can do inside the house, and unless everyone has been lying to me, it doesn’t get cold enough here for snow or the ground to freeze, so I can still work outside, “ Kendra answers. 

“You know that you can give yourself a break,” Dave says with a chuckle. 

“Yeah, yeah, although I'll be going to Nate's for a few days so I guess that'll count as a break,” Kendra says. 

“That’ll be good for you, and l'll have to make sure to visit when you get back, encase you're pent up,” Dave says, flashing a smile. 

“Pent up!? What am I a horny teenager now?” Kendra replies. 

“You do masturbate almost every day, and don't pretend that you don't. I see you, not that I’m complaining, Dave says, and Kendra shoots him a glare.

“I’ll be fine, but please come and visit more… it’s always nice when you do,” Kendra says, rubbing her hand on his leg. 

“I know, it just takes a lot of energy for me to come,” Dave says, sitting next to her. 

“I don’t know about that, you seemed to have came pretty easy the last few times,” Kendra says with a wink. 

“I have great inspiration,” Dave says, running his hand over her ass and giving it a little squeeze. She lets out a playful moan, and he slides off her underwear, parting her legs and brings his mouth to her pussy. A surge of pleasure sweeps over her as his tongue begins to play with her folds.

“Mmm, not that I want you to stop, but before you get too carried away, let's adjust a few things,” Kendra says, causing Dave to stop. 

“What did you have in mind?” He asks, peeking up from between her thighs. She gets up from the bed, taking her shirt off, and pulls down Dave’s shorts before motioning for him to lie on the bed. Once he does, she straddles him and lowers her pussy towards his face. 

“Continue,” She says, gripping his cock. His tongue returns to her folds, rolling and parting them before pressing deeper. Another wave of pleasure rolls over her and she teases his tip with her lips, while giving the shaft a few strokes, letting it stiffen before pulling it into her mouth. She takes in as much as she can, holding at the deepest point then slowly backing away, letting it fall when she lets out a short gasp caused by his tongue exploring deeper. She strokes him while the sensation passes, rubbing the side of her face against his cock, and pulling it back in. Muffled moans fill the air, as Dave takes her pussy into his mouth, penetrating her with his tongue, then letting everything slowly slide out.

He’s unable to get a good angle on her clit so instead reaches up and hooks his thumb into her ass. Her body throbs with excitement as his thumb enters, and she draws in a deep breath, releasing it slowly through her nose, as to not free her prize. They continue to explore each other until his cock starts to twitch and her pussy tense. With one more plunge of his tongue and a pull on her ass, his cock falls from her mouth as a series of gaps signify her climax. She strokes him as quickly as she can, and not long after he lets out a gasp. She positions her open mouth over him and the first pulse hits her cheek and lips, she tries to reposition but the subsequent spurts end up coating her face. The sensation of his hot cum dripping off of her prolongs her orgasm, and she can’t help but smile. She slowly strokes him after he finishes, watching the drips of cum mass into a puddle on his body. 

"Thank you for that," Dave says.

"You are very welcome, but I have to ask. Have you been cumming in my yard?" Kendra asks, waking to the sound of rain on the roof. 

“Good way to start a vacation.” Looking up at the ceiling. 

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“Not a terrible trip,” Kendra thinks, driving back from the city. “May was still a little snooty, but she did apologize, and even Mom and Dad weren't too much of a pain in the ass, but it'll be good to get home. I'm starting to enjoy the peace and quiet.” The drive is pleasant and she returns home late afternoon, happy to find everything as she left it. She spends the rest of the evening looking over her notebook, deciding what her next task should be. 

“It’s too cold to start on the addition for the kitchen, maybe start clearing the area for green houses? Or the loft? Loft could be good, then I could get me a little bed so people will stop pointing out that I have no furniture.” She continues down the list coming to one near the bottom. “Hmm, gate for the entrance that connects to the road. This should be a quick one, and not a bad idea to keep people from casually wandering onto the property, now that they’re starting to know who I am.” Satisfied with that, she showers and gets ready for bed, hopeful that Dave will keep his promise and visit her, but the night passes uneventfully, and she gets up the next morning a little disappointed.

“He said he would show up, wonder why he didn't?” Preparing her breakfast. “That question implies that he's a real person, and not just a figment of my imagination, so there's that.” Taking her time to let the morning warm up a little. Once ready, she throws a few tools in the back of the truck and drives to the entrance, getting out and grabbing the shovel to start digging a post hole. Progress is slow, with roots and rocks impending her progress, and by mid day she only has one hole about three quarters as deep as she wants it. 

“So much for a quick project.” Leaning on the shovel as she stares into the hole. Despite being properly dressed for the weather, the added chill of being in the shade of the trees all day starts to wear on her, and she returns to the truck to rest and warm up.

“Much better.” After the truck starts to blow warm air. She drinks some water and feels the fatigue settling in, starting to doze off when she hears the truck door open. 

“Welcome back,” Dave says, getting into the passenger seat, wearing black pants and a matching coat over his T-shirt. 

“I thought you were going to come and visit the night I got home?” Kendra asks, not looking towards him. 

“I meant too, but you said you’d only be gone for a couple of days and it's been nearly a week, so I didn’t notice when you got back,” Dave responds. 

“So you know how often I masturbate, but you don’t know when I’m home? I see how you are,” Kendra replies. 

“Hey, that’s different, you usually masturbate at the end of the day, so I have a smaller time frame I have to keep track of for that,” Dave says. 

“So you only check on me when you can get a show?” Kendra asks, annoyance in her voice. 

“That’s not what I said, and where’s this anger coming from?” Dave asks, turning towards her. 

“Sorry, not seeing you when I got home left me feeling disappointed, and a little lonely,” Kendra answers. 

“Lonely? Didn’t you just spend time with your family?” Dave asks, taking her hand. 

“Yeah, but it’s not the same. The only person that seems to genuinely care that I’m around is Nate, but his attention is split between May, Emily and work, so I don’t get that much of it, although he does seem to be more confident now, so hopefully he’ll quit letting his job take advantage of him.

“So what I’m hearing is you’re looking for someone to give you attention? You know you can fix that by inviting people over to your place,” Dave responds.

“I do, but I don’t know if that’s that I want,” Kendra says.

“What do you mean?” Dave asks. 

“When I’m out with other people they start to wear on me, but I don’t get that when I’m with you,” Kendra says, squeezing his hand.  

“Sounds like what you’re looking for is sexual attention then,” Dave says, leaning back in his seat. 

“No! I just like spending time with you,” Kendra says. 

“That’s sweet and all, but what do I do, other than have sex, that you haven’t recently done with another person?” Dave asks. There’s a pause while Kendra thinks about the interactions she’s had with him, her new found sexual aggression and how it makes her feel. 

“Would you be mad if I said you’re right?” Kendra asks, looking towards him. 

“No, and where I can’t visit all the time I actually encourage you to have sex with other people, just make sure you do it around the same time you usually masturbate so I can watch,” Dave jokes. 

“Gross,” Kendra says with a chuckle. “I didn’t know you were into that.” 

“If you’re enjoying it, then I’m willing to try anything at least once,” Dave replies. They sit in silence for a few moments enjoying the warmth. 

“Well I should probably be going so you can get back to work,” Dave says, gripping the handle of the truck. 

“We had that whole talk and you’re just going to walk off?” Kendra asks, shooting him a glare. 

“Hey, it didn’t feel right to be like hey, I know we just had a moment, but do you want to smash in the bed of the truck?” Dave responses. 

“That would have been the perfect thing to say, because yes I do,” Kendra says, opening the door. When she steps out it feels as warm as it did in the truck, and she takes off her coat, throwing it inside before going to the back of the truck. 

“Aren’t you worried someone might see us?” Dave asks, following after her. 

“Nobody drives down this road, and even if someone does the trucks in the way,” Kendra says, dropping the tail gate. Dave turns his back towards the bed, placing his hands on the tailgate and lifts up with a hop so that he’s sitting on it, offering Kendra a hand up. 

“Wait, get in that position again,” Kendra says, having him drop down. 

“What? This?” Dave asks, squatting down a little as his hands rest on the tail gate. 

“Yeah, it reminds me of the position you had when we were in the bathroom, and I was grinding against you,” Kendra says, unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down to his knees, leaving his underwear on. She pulls her pants and underwear down as low as she can get them, and presses her ass against him, shaking her body from side to side as she rubs on him. 

“I love feeling your hard cock through your clothing,” Kendra says with a moan, feeling a tingle roll through her as she spreads her cheeks, letting him slide between them, and giving him a few strokes before going back to grinding. She sways from side to side, proud of the ever growing wet spot forming around his tip.

“Excited?” Kendra asks, turning and pressing her pussy against his shaft as her hips ungulate. 

“Always,” Dave replies, holding his position. 

“Well, I better stop making you wait for it then,” Kendra responds, pulling his underwear down. His cock springs to attention, dragging a string of slick, and she rubs it between her folds before sliding it in. A moan escapes her, and her pussy throbbing around him as it’s being stretched. She wraps her arms around him, waiting for things to settle, and that’s when Dave hops into the truck, sweeping her legs as he goes, and landing on his back in the bed with her on top of him. Kendra tightens her grip around him and gets another pulse of pleasure as his cock presses deeper in. Once the motion is over she glares down at him.

“What? My arms were getting tired,” He says, leaning up to give her a kiss. She returns it, getting a rush of excitement, forcing his head back to the bed of the truck, starting a slow thrust while their tongues entwine. The movement is a little awkward with her pants around her ankles, but she makes it work, focusing more on the passion in his kiss, shocked how something so simple could fill her with so much lust, but loving every moment of it. She rolls to the side, and Dave follows, keeping their lips locked. He thrust his hips, and her body surges with pleasure as she feels his weight on her and he takes control. He quickens his pace, and her pussy trembles with anticipation of accepting his cum. She feels her orgasm approaching when she’s jolted awake by the sound of a semi truck's horn blaring. She’s back in the cap of her truck, and looks up to see the truck moving up the road faster then what seems safe, with the horn still going in spurts. As the horn fades and she regains her composure, she hears the sound of branches breaking to her left and turns to look. She can’t see anything through the trees, but the noise continues for several seconds. 

“Jackass! You could have let me finish.” Getting out of the truck to investigate the noise in the woods.

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“What was that guy's deal?” Kendra thinks, stepping out of the truck. She looks through the trees and steps into them the best she can, moving in the direction of the noise she heard, finding a few broken branches but nothing else. “Maybe he saw a deer and honked to scare it?” She returns to the truck and picks up her shovel thinking about her dream. “Maybe I should drive into town and ask Be to help finish me off.” A tingle running through her. “No, there’s still work that needs to be done.” It takes her a few days to dig the holes, and a few more to get the posts seated and the gate hung, securing them with a chain and pad lock, and installing an intercom on one of the posts. She spends the next couple of days working on the loft, framing a quarter wall to the edge.The sun is starting to set and she’s cleaning up for the day when she hears the beep from her intercom.

“Hello?” Kendra asks.

“Hi Kendra, it’s Be I brought something for you,” Be responds. 

“I’ll be right out,” Kendra says, grabbing her keys and coat. She walks to the gate and unlocks it.

“Hop in,” Be says, rolling down the passenger window. Kendra does and they slowly drive through the trees.

“This place is gorgeous,” Be squeals, pulling up to the house. 

“There’s still a lot of work that needs to be done, but it’s getting there,” Kendra replies. 

“No, this is fantastic. You should be proud of the work you’ve accomplished,” Be gushes, parking the car and getting out to circle the house in the fading light. “And you just found this whole house out here?” Returning to Kendra. 

“Minus the addition, but yeah,” Kendra answers. 

“Do you know who built it?” Be asks. 

“No, but the guys in town think it was someone they refer to as old man Jackson, since he owned the land,” Kendra replies. 

“That would make sense, and explain how it got built without anyone knowing about it,” Be remarks. 

“What do you mean?” Kendra asks. 

“From the records that I seen, he was a builder like yourself. Owned a construction company that built or rebuilt most of the town some seventy or eighty years ago, and it made him extremely wealthy, especially around here, but he went a little off the deep end when his wife passed. Started getting into all the conspiracy theory stuff, but continued to successfully run his business, so he probably built this himself with equipment he borrowed from his own company,” Be answers. 

“Well that would track, when I first got here everything looked like it was done by a professional, and you would need some heavy equipment to remove the trees along the path leading in,” Kendra says, walking towards the door. “I wonder why he decided to build a shack out in the woods?” Entering the house. 

“No idea, but if the rumors about him were true, you might want to seriously consider buying a metal detector encase he buried gold out here,” Be jokes, enter the house, and starts to explore the space.

“I envy your bathroom,” Be says, stepping back into the main room and climbing the ladder. 

“Thanks, I took a little inspiration from you,” Kendra responds. 

“I noticed. You weren’t kidding when you said you didn’t have any furniture were you?” Be asks, descending the ladder. 

“Funiture isn’t the best to have in an active construction zone,” Kendra, replies. 

“Is it that? Or is it because you don’t think you deserve nice things?” Be asks. The question catches Kendra off guard and in the silence Be walks to the door. “Forgot to grab your present, be right back.” She disappears through the door and a few moments later returns with a large paper bag, handing it to Kendra. 

“What’s this?” Kendra asks, feeling its weight as she takes it. 

“Something to help you keep warm, go ahead and open it,” Be says. Kendra reaches into the bag and pulls out a light purple and white crocheted blanket. 

“Did you make this?” Kendra asks, unfolding it to get a better look.”

Yeah, just a little something I worked on in my spare time, “ Be answers. 

“I love it,” Kendra says, draping it over her shoulders and having it engulf her body like a robe. 

“I’m glad. You almost got the next size up in butt plugs,” Be says with a wink. 

“Well I’m glad you didn’t because I already have that,” Kendra responds, feeling the warmth from the blanket. 

“Oh?” Be inquires.

“Yeah, on one of my trips to the city I stopped at one of the shops and got some stuff. No offence to Lisa,” Kendra answers. 

“I’m sure she wouldn’t take any. She realizes that it’s not the best system, but we’re working with what we’ve got,” Be says, flashing her a smile. “Anyways it’s getting dark, so I should be going, do you want to meet up with Lisa next week and go look at furniture?” Heading towards the door when Kendra grabs her wrist. Be pauses and looks towards Kendra who looks down when she feels her face start to flush. 

“The answer was yes,” Kendra says, voice quiet.

“Beg pardon?” Be asks. 

“That question you asked earlier about do you not think you deserve nice things… the answer is yes. I don’t think I deserve nice things, but could you stay and try to help me change my mind?” Kendra asks, glancing up at her. A wide smile fills Be’s face and she places her other hand on top of Kendra’s. 

“Of course,” Be answers warmly. She removes her coat and Kendra climbs the ladder to the loft, crawling into her bed. 

“Sorry it’s not much,” Kendra says, embarrassed as Be joins her. 

“It’ll be fine, I’ve done stuff in places far less comfortable than this,” Be jokes, laying behind her. Be wraps her arms around Kendra, holding her for a moment. “You’re trembling. You sure you want me to continue?” 

“Yeah, I’m just excited and nervous,” Kendra responds. Be slides a hand under Kendra's shirt, dragging her finger tips across her skin as she makes her way towards Kendra’s breasts. 

“We’ll take it slow then,” Be says, her finger tips brushing over Kendra’s nipples.

“Her hand is so soft,” Removing her shirt. Be kisses Kendra’s neck, while lightly pulling at her nipples, causing a soft moan. Then pauses for a moment to pull off her own shirt and remove her bra, before returning to her motion. Kendra’s excitement builds as she feels Be’s hard nipples against her back. 

“How’s that feeling?” Be softly asks. 

“Good,” Kendra responds, squirming beneath Be’s fingers. Her hand trails down Kendra’s body, undoing the button on her pants and reaching inside. Another moan escapes Kendra as a finger finds her clit. 

“She’s really good at this.” Back arching as Be’s fingers explore. Kendra shuffles out of her pants and Be does the same. 

“Lie on your back,” Be says, and Kendra does as instructed before Be scoots in next to her, fitting on the foam pad the best she can. She takes Kendra’s hand, placing it on her pussy before reaching over to Kendra’s. “Explore but keep it slow.” Sliding her fingers through Kendra’s folds and releasing her hand. Kendra mirrors Be’s movements, unsure what to do. There’s a familiarity to how Be’s pussy feels, but without the knowledge of how stimulating it is Kendra’s movements are timid and robotic.  

“You are nervous,” Be says, plunging two fingers inside of Kendra, getting a gasp. “And excited.” Pulling free and watching a strand stretch between her digits. Be returns her fingers, making a gentle come here motion with them, causing Kendra’s body to tremble. 

“Don’t neglect your partner,” Be says, pausing, and making Kendra aware of her idle hand. 

“Sorry, it just felt too good,” Kendra says, starting her motion again. 

“I know. That’s how I knew you stopped,” Be responds with a smile, continuing her motion. Kendra has to focus on her hand to not stop again, fumbling around until she finds Be’s entrance and pushes a finger in. “No need to be shy, you can go up to three.” Kendra hesitates for a moment but does as told, sliding two more of her fingers in, and getting a soft moan out of Be. Kendra mimics the motion she’s feeling from Be and as she starts to pick up the pace they’re stopped cold by a knock on the door. 

“Were you expecting someone?” Be whispers, laying flat. 

“No, were you?” Kendra replies at the same volume. 

“Maybe we can ignore them then?” Be asks, and there’s another knock on the door. 

“Highway patrol, come to the door please.” A stern male voice says through the door. 

“What do we do now? If we ignore them and they look through the window they’ll be able to see us.” Kendra says. Eyes wide. 

“Hurry use the blanket,” Be responds, pointing at it. Kendra grabs the blanket and wraps it around herself then starts down the ladder.

“Sorry one moment.” She says. Opening the door there’s a man standing a few feet away from the door in a police uniform holding a lit flashlight, while another one walks around her truck.

“Sorry Ms. didn’t mean to disrupt your eve-ning,” The officer says, running the flashlight up and down her body. “Um, are you alright? You seem a little flushed?” Staring at the blanket.

“I-I haven’t been feeling well, so my apologies for my appearance,” Kendra says, pulling the blanket tighter.

“I see,” The officer says, pulling out a flip book and writing something down. “Well we just wanted to follow up on a report that was filed in these parts a week or so back,” A weight of fatigue in his voice. “Are you the owner of this property?” Shining his flashlight at her face again. 

“Yes I am, and what’s this about a report being filed? I didn’t file any report,” Kendra says, shielding her eyes. 

“Correct, the report came from a truck driver,” The officer says, flipping through his book. “Said he was driving down the road over there,” Motioning towards the entrance. “And he saw a large figure hunched over a black truck. Said he honked and it ran off, but it didn’t look right so he reported it. Have you noticed anything out of sorts in the last week or so?” Running the flashlight over her again. 

“No, but I remember that truck driver, he woke me up when I fell asleep in the truck while I was out working on the gate,” Kendra answers. 

“I see, and did you notice anything after you woke up?” The officer asks. 

“No,” Kendra responds. 

“I see, and is that the truck in question?” The officer says, shining his light on her truck. 

“Yes it would be,” Kendra answers. 

“See anything!?” The man shouts towards the other officer. 

“No, but whatever he saw would have had to been over seven or eight feet tall if it was hunched over this truck,” The other officer says, sounding younger than the officer at the door. 

“I’m sure it was just a case of mistaken identity, but to be sure we should search the property, encase there’s a squatter in the woods,” The older officer says, and fear courses through Kendra.

“If you must I would really prefer that you do it during the day,” Kendra says, trying to sound confident. 

“Same,” The younger officer replies. “These woods are creepy.” The older officer lets out a sigh. 

“Fine, we’ll come back tomorrow afternoon then. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” The older officer says with a tip of his hat. Both of them walk back to their patrol car and Kendra watches them drive off before shutting the door.

“Should have locked the gate.That was too close,” She says leaning against the wall. 

“Yeah it was, but kind of exciting too. Now do what the officer said and come enjoy your evening,” Be says looking over the edge of the loft. 

“She’s hornier than I am.” Smile crossing her face as she climbs the ladder.  Interrupted 

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Kendra returns to the loft, glancing out the window. 

“Might be time to invest in some curtains too,” Be jokes, parting the blanket and partially draping it over her as she holds Kendra. 

“Yeah,” Kendra says, feeling the tension leaving her. She enjoys the comfort of Be’s embrace for the few moments it lasts, before Be starts to rub her breasts against Kendra’s. 

“I’m still good to continue, but we can be done if you want,” Be says, pressing her nipples against Kendra’s.

“No, I’ve gotten this far,” Kendra says, pressing her chest towards Be’s. Be smiles and sways side to side, dragging her nipples over Kendra’s, unit both are stiff, then leans down to pull one into her mouth. 

“How is everything she does so soft, but so stimulating?” Kendra thinks, letting out a moan as Be’s tongue swirls around her nipple. Be switches to the other for a moment before pulling back.

“I don’t know if you're ready for pussy eating yet, but I’ve been wanting to taste you since I first saw you,” Be says, pushing Kendra on the shoulder to get her to lay down. Kendra plays along, and Be drapes the blanket over her head before trailing a line of kisses down Kendra’s body, a few on her inner thighs then presses against her pussy, letting out a soft moan. Kendra gasps as the same expertise she felt on her nipples explores a far more sensitive area. Each of Be’s movements delivers a shotgun blast of pleasure through Kendra, and it isn’t long before an orgasm surges through her. 

“Thank you for that,” Kendra says after her body relaxes.

“We’re not done yet,” Be says, peeking out from the blanket, and Kendra gives her a confused look. “When you’re with me, if I don’t give you at least three orgasms then I consider myself a bad lover.” Pulling Kendra’s clit into her mouth. Kendra lets out a shriek, and soon after another orgasm crashes through her. “We’ll let that rest for a moment.” Motioning for Kendra to sit up. She does, and Be presses her back against her as she slides between her legs. Be takes Kendra’s left hand and places it on her breast, then takes her right hand and guides it to her pussy. 

“Two fingers inside,” Be says, and Kendra does as instructed. Be then takes two of her own fingers and slides them in under Kendra’s with a moan. “Follow me.” Undulating her fingers. Kendra fumbles with the rhythm for a moment but soon gets the motion, matching Be’s pace perfectly. “Mmmm, very good.” Inhaling sharply. “Now squeeze.” Reaching up to grab the breast Kendra’s hand isn’t on. Kendra squeezes and rubs, not sure what to do, focusing more on keeping the pace with her other hand. Be cups her own breast, and leaning back so she can give Kendra a kiss. They exchange light pecks on the lips as Be’s breathing accelerates, and her body starts to squirm, causing the blanket in between them to catch on Kendra’s nipples. Be’s pussy tightens around Kendra’s fingers, and they increase their pace until Be presses in hard with Kendra copying. 

“Fuck yeah,” Be starins out, body tense. “That was a good one.” Letting out a breath as things relax. “Alright, time to give you another one.” Giving Kendra a kiss. 

“I almost got one from the blanket rubbing on my nipples. That’s how sensitive everything is right now, so can I call it for the night?” Kendra asks, looking into Be’s eyes. 

“Only if you promise I can stay and we can try again in the morning.” Be says with a smile. 

“I’m fine with that.” Kendra says. They sneak to the bathroom, still leery of the night's earlier events, and freshen up before returning to the bed. Be spoons Kendra and she feels a comfort that she hasn’t known in many years. 

“I could get used to this.” Snuggling against her. She lies there for a while, basking in what just happened, until she starts to doze off, and when she does she hears it. 

“Who’s your friend?” Dave whispers, kneeling next to Kendra. 

“Her name is Be. I did what you said and found someone else to have sex with,” Kendra answers. 

“I see that, and I’m proud of you,” Dave says. His words cause a smile, and she feels Be start to stir. 

“What’s going on?” Be asks, still groggy. 

“Sorry to wake you, Dave’s here,” Kendra says.

“Who?” Be asks, rolling over. 

“Another person she has sex with, just came to see if she, and by extension you, want to join me for some,” Dave says before Kendra can respond. 

“I’m always down for more sex,” Be says, her voice clearing as she sits up. “Hmm, aren’t you a handsome one.” Eyeing Dave up and down. 

“And what about you?” Dave asks, looking down at Kendra. 

“I was pretty sensitive earlier, but seems like I’m alright now,” Kendra says, not getting much from touching her nipple. 

“Well if you’re ready to go again then I still owe you at least one more orgasm," Be says, giving Kendra’s ass a playful spank. Her body tenses at the sudden attack, and she turns to face Be.

“That can wait until later, let’s see what Dave wants to do,” Kendra says, turning back towards Dave.

“By all means you’re welcome to continue what you started earlier, as long as you’re alright with me watching,” Dave says, seeming to pull a wooden stool out of the darkness, before sitting on it.

“I love having an audience,” Be says in a seductive tone, tossing the blanket aside and getting up on her knees. Kendra rolls onto her back, looking up at Be’s naked body, and glances towards Dave to see his bulge growing. “But what shall we do? Eating you out was delightful, but it doesn’t make for a good show, you have some toys right?” Looking down at Kendra. 

“Yeah in the box over there,” Kendra says, pointing to the corner of the loft. Be crawls over to it and looks the contents over.

“I wish I had some wax, then we could really put on a show,” Be says, returning with one of the dildos. 

“We do,” Dave says, pointing to another corner of the loft, where a small table with multiple wax warmers, filled with different colors of wax stands. 

“Where did..?” Kendra questions as Be moves to inspect them, dipping a finger in one. 

“This will be perfect,” Be interrupts. She slides the table closer, then sits in front of Kendra, spreading her legs and motioning for her to do the same. After a little adjusting they give Dave a full view of their pussies nearly touching. 

“Ready?” Be asks with excitement in her voice. 

“I guess, but what are we doing?” Kendra asks, looking towards Dave who is now fully erect through his shorts. 

“Don’t worry about that, you just enjoy yourself, and you over there,” Be says, looking towards Dave. “Pants off.” A smirk crosses Dave’s face as he pulls down his shorts. 

“Look how hard he is for you already,” Be says, swirling the dildo around Kendra’s pussy. “I bet he wishes this was him.” Pushing the dildo into her as she looks towards Dave. Kendra lets out a gasp as it disappears into her with ease, surprised that she’s already that wet. Be pulls the dildo back slowly, removing it fully before pushing it back in. 

“Look how wet your fat cocks made her pussy, and mine,” Be says, looking at Dave as she slides the dildo out of Kendra's and pushes it into hers. She lets out some performative moans as she rocks the dildo in and out, removing it and pushing it back into Kendra. 

“Come on, give the man a moan,” Be says, pouring a cup of bright red wax over Kendra’s breasts and nipples. The feeling of the warm wax coating her breasts and hardening around her nipples is enough to trigger what Be wants, and she lets out a moan, watching as Dave takes cock in hand. “Good girl.” Be’s words triggering another moan. Be pulls the dildo from Kendra and slides it back into herself, letting out a series of exaggerated moans as she pours green wax over one breast and blue wax over the other, looking towards Dave as he strokes himself. 

“I think he’s ready,” Be says, positioning Kendra so that her ass and pussy are facing Dave. “You want this?” Spreading Kendra’s pussy open. “Well it’s mine,” Licking her clit before pushing the dildo back in. A tremble of pleasure and excitement travels through Kendra’s body as Be pushes and pulls the dildo in and out of her, making Dave watch. Be shoves the dildo in as far as it will go, and pours a cup of yellow wax over one of Kendra’s cheeks, pressing her hand it in as it cools, then quickly starts to fuck her. Between the wax and the sudden change of pace Kendra can’t help but moan again, feeling her body start to tense as the dildo thunders through her. She looks over her shoulder, and sees Dave matching Be’s pace, slick leaping from his tip. 

“See how excited he is for you,” Be whispers in her ear. Sending a shiver through Kendra’s body. “Now make him cum.” Pouring a cup of white wax over Kendra’s other cheeks, while pressing the dildo’s base against her and holding it there. Kendra lets out a gasp, as her orgasm hits, body tensing. Be holds the dildo in place for a moment then lets Kendra’s climax push it out. As her body shudders with pleasure she hears Dave gasp, and long strands of cum fly from his cock, landing on her and Be. 

“I love when a man doesn’t hold back,” Be says, leaning down to lick off the cum that managed to land on Kendra’s pussy. The sensation sends an aftershock through her that causes her to crumple to the bed, and with that she wakes to the sun shining through the windows, and Be starting to stir. 

“Good morning,” Be says with a smile. 

“Good morning," Kendra responds. 

“I don’t want to get up yet, can you be the big spoon for a while?” Be asks, rolling over. 

“Yeah, I can do that,” Kendra says, wrapping her arm and leg over Be. 

“Thanks,” Be replies, snuggling into her. 

“I just hope real Be isn’t as wild as dream Be.” Enjoying the quiet morning.

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“I did it. I had sex with a woman,” Kendra thinks after Be promptly falls back to sleep. “And it felt good, this feels good.” Giving Be a squeeze. “Dave was right. Who knew that sex would be what I needed to feel whole again.” She tries to go back to sleep but can’t, and doesn’t want to disturb her guest, so she idles her time playing with Be’s hair. “It’s so soft, like everything she does, except for the end there with the dildo, that was pretty intense. That wasn’t real though, but what does that say about me? Do I want people to be more aggressive? Do I want people to watch? It was kind of hot seeing Dave stroking it while Be had her way with me.” A tingle going through her. 

“Sorry I must have dozed off,” Be says with a stretch an hour or so later. “Hopefully I wasn’t out too long?” 

“No, just a little,” Kendra says, freeing her embrace. 

“Thanks for holding me then, It’s always the best way to wake up,” Be says, getting up and finding her clothes. 

“I thought you wanted to do some more this morning?" Kendra asks. 

“I appreciate the enthusiasm, but you should pace yourself to three, at least for now,” Be replies with a smile, getting dressed. 

“Wait, she only gave me two last night, unless… no… no there’s no way… but what if? Those dreams always feel so real. Should I ask? No, I’d like this to be more than a one night stand, so I don’t need to weird her out by having to explain my dreams when it turns out that she just remembered the night wrong.” Getting up and getting dressed as well. 

“Do you want to go into town and get food with me?” Be asks as she’s exiting the loft. 

“I can do that, I need to stop at Jack’s and get some wood anyways,” Kendra says, following after her. 

“Yeah you do, get all of Jack’s wood,” Be jokes, heading into the bathroom.

“Still trying to make that ship sail huh?” Kendra asks, standing next to the door.

“Of course, it would do both of you some good,” Be says, after flushing the toilet and washing her hands.

“He just doesn’t seem like the type of guy that would be interested in casual sex,” Kendra says, as Be returns to the main room. 

“Oh, you would be surprised. There’s a lot of folks in town that put on a very convincing mask,” Be comments, picking up her coat, and exiting before Kendra can say anything. “I’ll meet you at the diner.” Waving as she gets into her car. Kendra puts on her shoes and coat, following her into town, where they enjoy a late breakfast. 

“So when do you want to get together again?” Kendra asks once they’re in the parking lot. 

“Well, I would have said next week some time, but it looks like the holiday season’s been good for business at the gas station so I need to do a restock run, then I’ll be visiting family, so I won’t be free until after the first of the year,” Be says.

“It is that time of year, I’ll catch you when you get back,” Kendra says, giving Be a hug. 

“Definitely, good luck with the construction,” Be says, getting into her car. Kendra waves as Be leaves the parking lot, then heads over to the Hardware store. 

“Hello, Ms. Kendra, what can I do for you today?” Jack asks as Kendra enters. 

“More lumber, to finish the lip on the loft.” Kendra answers, leaning against the counter. 

“We can do that, and so you're aware we'll be closed next week for the holidays,” Jack says, walking towards the door leading out to the lumber yard. 

“That's fine, this should keep me busy until after that,” Kendra says, following him. 

“Not going to your brother's?” Jack asks.

“No, he's got enough on his plate, so I'm not going to add myself to the mix,” Kendra replies. 

“Well, you're welcome to join me and Mike for Christmas dinner,” Jack says, waiting for Kendra to pick out what she wants. 

“Thanks for the offer, but I don't want to impose,” Kendra responds, picking out some boards. 

“Beh, you wouldn't be imposing, if anything you'd be helping since we have a bad habit of making too much food each year,” Jack says helping her. 

“I'll think about it then,” Kendra says. He helps her load the lumber into her truck, and she returns home, to work on the loft. As she does she remembers what Be said, and decides to go to Jack's dinner to see if she can get a read on him in a more private setting. Jack turns out to be a surprisingly good cook, and after dinner they play some card games. Through conversation she learns Mike is studying to be an architect, and she leaves late into the evening, feeling good about the encounter, but not any closer to knowing if Jack's another potential hook up partner. 

“Be seems so confident about it, but I don't know, he's fun to be around. Can't remember the last time I've laughed that hard playing cards, but that doesn't really translate into hey I want to fuck you. Guess I'll just wait for Be.” Getting back in the truck after locking the gate. “Wonder if those highway patrol guys ever came back? If they did, they never contacted me.” Pulling into the clearing slowly, nervous she might see something again. The area is still, but she makes her way quickly inside, turning on the lights. Taking a moment to look things over before getting ready for bed. 

“No, random sightings this time, so that's good.” She starts to doze off when she hears it. 

“Late night again, did you have another party, “ Dave asks, walking up to her. 

“Sort of. Jack invited me to dinner for the holiday, so I took him up on it, “ Kendra answers, rolling towards him. 

“Is he another friend like Be?” Dave questions with a smirk. 

“I don't know. Be thinks he is, but other than some light teasing from his son about me being his girlfriend, I haven't seen anything that screams I want to fuck you from him,” Kendra answers. 

“Have you asked him?” Dave asks, sitting next to her on the bed. 

“Absolutely not,” Kendra responds.

“Why not?” Dave asks.

“Because I don't want to be labeled a weirdo if it turns out he's not interested,” Kendra says, turning away. 

“Do you want me to ask him? Here let me ask him,” Dave says, getting up and pulling a phone out of his pocket. He taps on it a few times and holds it to his ear. 

“Yeah, is this Jack?... Dave, how are you tonight?...I'm doing pretty good myself, I'm over here with Kendra, and she was wondering if you'd like to come over and have sex with us?... Wonderful I'll see you soon.” He ends the call and looks back to Kendra who's staring at him wide eyed. 

“See that wasn't so hard, now was it?” Dave asks.

“I can’t believe you just did that. Is he really on his way or are you just fucking with me?” Kendra asks with a mix of annoyance and excitement. 

“He's coming, sounded super excited about it too,” Dave finishes when there's a knock on the door. “That must be him.” Making his way down the ladder. Kendra creeps to the edge, confused as to how he arrived so quickly, and peers over it, seeing Dave open the door, and Jack walking in. He waves at Kendra as he takes his coat off. 

“Thanks for inviting me. I was wondering if you were ever going to ask, “ Jack says, waiting for Dave to close the door. 

“Sorry, I didn’t know you were interested,” Kendra says, watching them climb the ladder. 

“Well, I’ve gotten pretty good at hiding it over the years, so I’ll take partial blame for that,” Jack replies, stepping into the loft. “But now the cats out of the bag, so where would you like to start?” Jack asks.

“This is happening so quickly. Let’s start with a back rub so I can let it all sink in,” Kendra says, turning her back towards Jack and removing her shirt. He kneels behind her and places his large hands on her shoulders, they’re rough, but strong, and despite some fumbling he’s able to loosen her tense muscles. “You just going to watch again?” Looking towards Dave. 

“If that’s what you want me to do,” Dave answers. 

“No, come here,” Kendra replies. Dave moves closer, and she pulls down his shorts, admiring his already erect cock before pulling it into her mouth. She bobs slowly, pausing to tease his tip and feels Jack’s pace match her own. “How’s it going back there?” Glancing over her shoulder towards Jack. He unbuttons and slides down his pants, pressing his large erect cock against her back. “Perfect, just a little bit more then you can have your reward.” Pulling Dave’s cock back into her mouth. Jack returns to rubbing her shoulders, thrusting his hips occasionally. Her body tingles with excitement at all the attention she’s getting, and takes her time teasing Dave until she feels Jack’s slick on her back. 

“I think I’m ready,” Kendra says in a sensual tone, standing up and removing her underwear. “Now, how best to do this?” Bent over, shaking her ass towards the guys. 

“I have a suggestion,” Dave says with a smirk. 

“What’s that?” Kendra asks, straightening up. Dave walks up to her and places her hands on his shoulders before leaning down. 

“Hold on now,” Dave says, placing his hands on her inner thighs, lifting her up and spreading her legs as if she weighed nothing. She wraps her arms around his neck, and lets out a little squeak as she’s moved so suddenly. She gives Dave a look when he’s finished, and he smiles, directing her attention downwards. She loosens her grip, leaning back seeing that her pussy is positioned next to his cock, and her ass is spread for Jack. 

“You alright with being in her ass?” Dave asks, looking towards Jack. 

“If her ass can handle me then I’d be happy too,” Jack replies, coming up behind her. 

“I can take you, just make sure to lube up,” Kendra says, looking at Dave with a huge grin. Jack coats his cock in lube and presses his tip against her entrance, holding it firm as Dave slowly lowers her. He’s definitely bigger than Dave, but nothing her months of experimentation hasn’t prepared her for, and she lets out a soft moan as her ass stretches wider than it has before. Jack slides back, applying more lube then pushes in, repeating the process several times. Once satisfied, he gives Dave a nod. Dave lifts her, and presses is cock into her pussy before slowly lowering her, driving both their cocks deep inside her. A sharp gasp escapes her, and she tightens her grip around Dave’s neck, feeling their massive members press against each other through her body, filling her in a way she never knew she needed, and quivers around them as Dave holds. 

“You ready?” Dave whispers, and Kendra nods. He lifts and drops her with a steady motion, showing no sign of fatigue in his arms. Waves of pleasure roll over her as their cocks stretch their way through her. It doesn’t take long before an orgasm peaks, and her slick coats Dave’s scrotum as she vibrates around their cocks. 

“More. Fast” She says, once her climax fades. Dave obliges, and starts again, pumping her on their cocks, until a series of moans fall from her. He continues this pace until he lets out a gasp, and holds her tight against his hips. Another orgasm flares as she feels Dave’s hot cum spray into her, and a few pulses, Jack’s cock begins to throb, and he releases his load into her ass. They both release multiple spurts into her, just out of sync enough that she gets to feel each one as her body greedy pulls them deeper. Once finished Dave lifts her off their cocks, and lets their cum drip to the floor. 

“That was fantastic,” Kendra says in a weak voice, getting little aftershocks from the sensation of the cum flowing out of her, and with that she wakes to the rain bouncing off the roof. 

“Be was right, Jack is quite the stallion,” Sliding her hand inside her underwear.

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“I’m getting worse. Now my dreams have to include other people for me to be satisfied,” Kendra thinks, pushing a finger into her pussy. “But is that such a bad thing? It felt fucking amazing to be stuffed by two fat cocks at the same time.” Letting out a moan as she thinks about it, and another finger disappears into her. “Why does Be have to be gone? I could really use her right now.” Increasing her pace. “Do I dare call Jack? Maybe I should send him a picture of me three fingers deep into myself.” Sliding another finger in. “No, that was just a dream. I don’t have any proof that he’s actually interested in that, or that his cock is as massive.” Using the thought to push her to climax. “Barely past sun up and I’ve already rubbed one out. I need to calm down and direct that energy into work.” Scolding herself as the orgasm fades. She gets out of bed and cleans up, before going back to work on the loft. She spends the next two weeks toggling between finishing and carpeting the loft, and cleaning spots for green houses. 

“Should I message her?” Finger hovering over Be’s number in her phone. “No, I don't know if she's back yet. I don't need to risk her not coming back because I'm being needy. I can show some discipline and wait for her to contact me.” A few more days go by and she heads into town to place the order for the green houses. 

“Ms. Kendra hello. How-how are you doing today?” Jack asks, clearing his throat. 

“You starting to come down with something? You look a little pale,” Kendra says, leaning against the counter. 

“Maybe, I just felt hot all the sudden,” Jack responds. 

“I'll be quick then. Do you have a contact that can order me some green houses?” Kendra asks, taking a step back. 

“Like green house green houses or like a kit?” Jack questions, awkwardly looking away after staring for a few moments. 

“Green house, green house, so I can grow stuff year round,” Kendra answers, confused by his behavior. 

“Hmm, let me call some of my suppliers and I'll get back to you,” Jack says, writing himself a note. 

“Thanks, and maybe you should call it for the day, you're starting to sweat,” Kendra says scooting towards the door. 

“I think I just need something to eat, I skipped lunch. Would you care to join me?” Jack asks.

“Not if you're getting sick. I don't need to deal with that,” Kendra jokes, exiting the store. She returns home and continues her work until the sun sets, resting a little before eating and getting ready for bed. Laying in the dark she presses her finger against her clit. 

“If I can keep myself to twice a day then I should be able to hold out until Be calls,” Adding pressure as she thinks about feeling Be’s touch again. She finishes and lets out a breath, settling into her pillow, and starts to doze off when she hears it. 

“You’ve been busy on the house again, but I haven’t seen any of your friends come over,” Dave says, sitting next to her. 

“Yeah, I haven’t heard from them, so I’ve been busying myself with house work,” Kendra replies, rolling onto her back. 

“Have you asked them?” Dave asks, placing his hand on her leg. 

“No, I didn’t want to bother them,” Kendra says, looking away. 

“Is that true?” Dave asks. 

“Yeah, they’re busy, I’m busy, but less so, so it only makes sense if I wait for them to contact me,” Kendra responds. 

“And the fact you’re masturbating twice a day now has nothing to do with you wanting to see them,” Dave says, giving her a concerned look. 

“Fine, I’m worried that if I constantly contact them for sex they’re going to find me needy and abandon me,” Kendra says, covering her eyes with her arm. 

“Interesting,” Dave says, standing up. “Let's go for a little walk.” Offering her his hand. 

“Walk to where?” Kendra asks, taking his hand.

“Through town. I want to show you something that might help,” Dave replies, helping her to her feet. She turns and ahead of her is the main road through town. 

“What am I looking for?” Kendra asks, holding Dave’s hand as they walk down the empty side walk.

“People. I’ve been doing some sleuthing, and I want to show you the people that have an overwhelming sexual attraction to you,” Dave says as they make their way towards the plaza in the center of town. “Of course there’s Be,” Pointing to Be looking out the window of a building overlooking the plaza,  seeming to not notice them. “She’s also been waiting for you to call because she’s worried she came on too strong and scared you off.” Walking past the building. “And there’s Jack.” Pointing to Jack sitting with Mike at a table in the plaza eating. “He’s hot and heavy for you, but too afraid to ask, because he’s worried he could soil his reputation if you don’t feel the same way.” 

“Why is Mike here?” Kendra asks. 

“Oh, He’s got the hot for you too,” Dave says with a smirk. “He’ll never admit it because of his dad, but he would love nothing more than to have an older woman show him the ropes.” Letting out a chuckle. “Then there’s Lisa,” Pointing to her standing across the plaza. “She only met you that one time, but Be speaks so fondly of you that she can’t wait to get into your pants as well.” Moving to the center of the plaza. 

“I apologize in advance for this next part but I hope it helps,” Dave says with a smile before turning away from her. “Hey everyone! I want you to know that Kendra’s here and she’s super horny, but too afraid to ask any of you to help her with it!” Everyone stops what they are doing, giving them a glare, and Kendra becomes very aware that she’s still in her T-shirt and underwear. 

“Why did you do that? We’re out in public,” She says, hiding behind Dave. 

“Because, you need to quit punishing yourself,” Dave answers. The group moves closer, expressing their disappointment and concern that she wouldn’t ask them for help, until it becomes a blur of noise. Dave motions for them to quiet down. 

“See, they’re as ready as you are. All you have to do is ask, “ Dave says, turning to face her. 

“Fine I’ll ask, I promise, now can you go before anyone else sees me in my underwear,” Kendra says looking around. 

“Are you sure you want to go?” Dave asks. 

“Yes, why wouldn’t I?” Kendra asks. 

“Remember these are all the people in town with a strong sexual desire for you, but there are dozens more that find you attractive and wouldn’t take much for you to convince them, so wouldn’t it be a waste for you to leave now? Wouldn’t it feel amazing to have them watch you get fucked right here and now,” Dave says with a smirk. Excitement replaces her fear and a tingle runs through her as she looks towards the group. 

“But what if somebody else sees us?” She asks. 

“Then they can watch too,” Dave answers, sending a pulse through her. 

“Do-do you really want to watch me get fucked by Dave?” Kendra asks, looking around Dave. The group approves with encouraging remarks, and she feels her body getting hot. “Let’s do it then.” Said what a confidence she didn’t know she had. Dave pulls down his pants and Be lets out a whistle. He rubs his cock against Kendra’s ass until he’s hard, then slides her underwear down, and pushes his cock in. She gasps and the group applauds. He starts a steady pace, and the added attention makes her body sensitive, causing her to release a series of moans as if she was behind closed doors.  

“Give her a spank for being a brat,” Lisa shouts, and the group agrees. Dave pulls his cock free, and gives her a slap on each cheek before plunging his cock back in and rubbing them. Kendra lets out a shriek that fades into a moan as the quick pain fades to deep pleasure when his cock pushes back in. He repeats this several times at random intervals, and each time the noises she makes gets louder. Multiple orgasms course through her, each one heightened by the attention she’s getting. Her legs begin to give out when Dave gasps, pushing hard into, and releasing a flood of hot cum. Her body vibrates with pleasure and excitement, spurred on by the groups cheers. Dave pulls free when he finishes, and she parts her pussy, pushing a sting of cum from it for all to see. She looks up, and wakes to the sun shining through the window. 

“I”m definitely getting worse,” Body twitching as she reaches down and feels how sensitive she is.