Haunting of Licension Manor Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Invitations

Sally Hines was free. At least from the world of high school. She stepped out from her last exam and made her way toward the bus stop to head home. Never again would she have to return to high school and the complicated social world that she had failed to understand. Next year she would be traveling off to college, far away, where she could make a fresh start. She would be able to reinvent herself. She could shed the dorky bookworm image and instead be the confident, intelligent young woman that she believed herself to be. Just the thought was already adding a spring to her step, her excitement building at a new stage of her life where the bullies didn't exist.

"See you around, Hines with the Hiney!" a boy yelled out at her as he walked past. Sally deflated.

Sally wasn't an unattractive woman. She had turned eighteen two months ago, and her reflection made her smile. She liked how she looked. Her face was a little dorky, with her button nose, pale skin, freckles and glasses, but she thought it looked cute. She loved her red hair, like leaves in fall, which was long and wavy. She was short, barely over five feet, but it only made her figure appear more like that desired hourglass. The internet reassured her regularly that her narrow waist, wide hips, and thick, plump bottom was all the rage. If any boy at her school saw her without knowing who she was, she was sure they'd flirt with her. But instead she was the dorky bookworm: the nerd, the know-it-all, Hermione, Hines with the Hiney. The last nickname came from when one of the cheerleaders took a photo of Sally in just her panties as she was changing after gym, the fabric stretched over her ample posterior. Sally knew that in college it would be better.

The bus was full. Her exam had finished at rush hour and she squeezed her body into the mess of other exam-focused students and workers coming home from the daily grind. Sally didn't mind. Being short, she disappeared into the mass of body knowing that no one could spot her to bully. She was wearing a buttoned-up midnight blue shirt and a pair of figure-hugging jeans, the denim tight against her ass. It made her feel confident even if no one appreciated it. Free from having to worry about studying for another exam, her mind started to wander as the bus lurched forward and started her journey home. Because she was a hormonal eighteen year old with a completely unsatisfied and turbocharged sex drive, her mind quickly turned to the vast amount of fantasies she had: blowing a teacher for a better grade, getting caught naked by someone mending the shower, if a porn had been made about it, Sally thought about it.

The bus jolted around the corner and everyone lost their step. The mass of bodies shifted, new positions taken, and Sally bit down on the gasp coming out of her mouth. There was something thick and hard against her backside. Sally tried to control her breathing. She had seen this before in videos she watched on her laptop at night. Sally knew that most girls would be disgusted by it, but she wasn't. She was so horny all the time. She swore she had the sex drive of a boy. She wiggled her ass back against the erection pressed against her, seeing if the man would pull away. He didn't. He just stood there, his cock pressed against her jean-clad bottom. Sally felt two separate surges of heat building: one across her face and one between her thighs.

She knew she should move away. She knew it wasn't safe. But Sally couldn't believe a man was doing this to her. He was so big as well. She could feel his length, as hard as steel, pressed upright against the soft padding of the cheeks of her ass. With a little bit of movement, Sally managed to trap her stranger's cock in the valley of her ass. She had to stop herself from letting her tongue drop out of her mouth. This felt so wrong and so good. She wondered who it was behind her. She couldn't bring herself to look. There had been the dark-skinned businessman. Or the boy her age who looked as if he came from another school. She thought the boy was the better suspect, that a grown businessman wouldn't do this, but the cock pressed against her felt so manly.

For the next few minutes, the bus continued to bounce along the uneven tarmac and Sally was treated to the most amazing sexual experience in her life. She wished her stranger did more. He could grab her by the hips. He could grind himself against her. She wouldn't mind. But he felt quite content to just stand there, cock pressed against her thick rear end, and allow the vibrations of the bus do the work. Sally needed more. As surreptitiously as she could, she started to move her hips, slowing slide her ass up and down against the rod pressed against her. He was as hard as she was now wet, her panties soaked inside her jeans. She could feel an orgasm building and she knew she needed more. She looked over her shoulder, rosy cheeked and breathing heavily, ready to tell her stranger that they both needed to get off.

The only thing behind her was one of the metal poles that ran along the bus. Sally realized that as they were all jostled around, she had been shoved against it, her round backside keeping the rest of her body from making contact. Her blush deepened as she looked around desperately, hoping no one had noticed her. Her eyes found a middle-aged woman in a pants suit sitting on the other side of the bus. The woman smirked at her, her eyebrows raised. Sally's face went as red as the inside of a watermelon and hurriedly hit the stop button, the bus coming to a halt at the next stop. She disentangled herself from the mass of people and climbed off, standing in a street still half-an-hour away from her house. She wasn't sure what was worse: the embarrassment or the unsatisfied lust. She started her walk home, each step another reminder of the wetness of her panties. She really needed to get laid.

Nobody was home when she unlocked the front door and walked inside her dark house. Both her parents worked late and she was an only child. She sighed in relief. Some privacy to release the tension inside her. As she headed toward her bedroom though she saw an old, yellowed envelope sitting on the dining room. Scrawled across the front in fancy handwriting, with no address, were the words: Miss Sally Hines. Pulling a face at the letter, she opened the envelope and pulled out a similarly discolored ancient piece of paper, which read:

Miss Hines, you are cordially invited to Licension Manor for a night of revelry and entertainment.

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Luke Trekkson knew he shouldn't be doing this. At heart, he was a good person. But the heart didn't matter when he was also an eighteen-year-old boy with testosterone taking control of his body. Luke was the type of boy who had googled several times to check that you couldn't masturbate too much. If he was alone in his bedroom, his cock was basically in his hand. It wasn't his fault. He was just so damn horny all the damn time. He briefly had a girlfriend for this final year at high school, and he thought that might finally break his addiction. Luke was a handsome guy, if a little shy. It was his main problem with girls. He could barely talk to them. He was tall and slim. He wouldn't win in a fight, but he could run faster than most. He had short blond hair and a clean-cut jaw. He had the soul and talent of a painter and it was the only activity that could distract him from his lusts. But Luke's girlfriend had been religious and wouldn't so much as rub him through his pants and they had broken up soon after.

His old routine was to wait until his parents and siblings were in bed and then to sit down at his desk, cock in hand, and watch various videos of debauchery. That had changed with Mrs. Linella's arrival. Mrs. Linella had moved in next door a month ago. She was no model. She was a single mother of two kids and her figure was soft and rounded. She wasn't overweight but rather plump, and her body was still more than enough fuel for Luke's arousal. He knew this because if he snuck out at night and stood at the very end of his garden, he had a direct view into her bedroom. And because Mrs. Linella didn't realize that there was a teenage boy invading her privacy like a pervert, and she thought the houses were set up that no one could see through her window, she often did not draw the curtains before stepping out from her evening shower after her children were asleep.

Summer had arrived and Luke was fortunate that it was still warm even after the sun went down and most respectable people were asleep. His shorts were around his ankles, his cock throbbing in his hand as he waited for Mrs. Linella. The bushes and the old garage fortunately hid him from view. He was already stroking himself, recalling past memories when the bedroom light came on and Mrs. Linella emerged framed by the window in nothing but a towel, wrapped around her tanned body. Luke sucked in a lungful of air. He didn't always get lucky. Sometimes Mrs. Linella disappeared out of view again. Tonight she didn't. Eager to deal with the heat, his neighbor dropped her towel and stood naked in her bedroom, the bedside lamp providing just enough glow to let Luke devour her body.

Mrs. Linella had blonde hair that she had cut into a bob. It wasn't a hairstyle that appealed to Luke but it gave him the benefit of an unobstructed view of her naked back. His eyes ran down her bare skin, seeing the dimples, before reaching her thick, jiggling backside. His hand quickened on his cock, jacking himself off now, afraid she'd dress before he was finished. She stood in front of the mirror, toweling off her hair. It made her ass bounce and jiggle. Luke didn't care about the traces of cellulite. He didn't care that she was at least twice his age. All he cared about was the naked ass, cheeks rippling, bouncing together, as a naked woman dried herself off in front of him. He was saving up for a camera that could take photos at night so that he'd always have these images. He wondered what it would be like to feel that ass, to squeeze it, to push his cock against it.

Mrs. Linella turned and unknowingly presented her perverted neighbor with the front of her bare body. Luke didn't know where to look. There was her blissfully ignorant face, homely and attractive. There were her pendulous breasts, at least a D cup, hanging on her chest, bouncing whenever she moved. Or there was the promised lands. A patch of hair between her thighs that underneath revealed a pussy he longed to sink his cock into. It was too much. With a strangled grunt, his body hunching over, Luke came. His cock erupted in his hand, emptying himself on the grass, pump after pump reducing the tension in his balls. When he finally regained himself, breathing heavily, he looked up and Mrs. Linella was gone.

Feeling both satisfied and guilty, Luke pulled up his shorts and walked quietly back across the garden and into his house. The back door closed with without a sound, Luke's heart beating in his ears. He didn't want to have to explain where he had been. As he stepped on the doormat though, he felt something crumple against his feet. Looking down there was a yellowing envelope. It looked like it came from some pirate film it was so old. Luke bent down and was surprised to find his name on the envelope. Opening it in the darkness, only the moonlight from the door letting him see the writing, he read:

Mr. Trekkson, you are cordially invited to Licension Manor for a night of revelry and entertainment.

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Kelsey Monroe always ran extra laps after training. The other girls thought she was crazy. The coaches thought she was determined, a machine, always hungry to win. At eighteen she was destined to be a champion. The truth was that Kelsey wanted to make sure the showers were empty by the time she got there. The women's showers at the school locker room had no cubicles. Only once before had she showered with her teammates. All those wet, naked bodies. Kelsey almost had a panic attack. It wasn't that Kelsey was gay. She considered herself bisexual. It was that Kelsey Monroe had been taught from a young age that sexual desires, while necessary, were also sinful and powerful and to be avoided whenever they could. She only masturbated once a week, in the dark, under the covers, whenever her budding sexuality grew too strong for her.

Deciding that the extra half an hour of training was more than enough, Kelsey headed back toward the locker room. Kelsey was a sport fanatic. She was in the soccer team, the basketball team, and played tennis as well. It kept her fit. It kept her too tired to worry about sex. She knew that people desired her. She was dark-skinned, with all-natural frizzy black hair making her appear even taller than she was. Her figure was toned and fit, but the squats and exercising had developed her backside into a bubbly bottom. Her legs stretched on forever without an inch of fat. She was proud of how she looked and ashamed that she was proud. It was wrong to be vain.

Stepping into the locker room, Kelsey sighed in relief when she heard the absence of running water. There was total silence. All the other girls had gone. Relieved, she hurriedly stripped out of her soccer uniform, kicking off her dirty and sweaty clothes. She grabbed a towel, feeling a forbidden thrill like she always did at being naked in a public place, and then sprinted over to the shower room. She walked into the corner, the showerhead furthest from the door, her preferred spot, and sighed as her aching muscles were rewarded with the steady hot, wet flow of water over her skin. She tried to forget about her nakedness and the things it made her feel. Kelsey was just doing her hair, eyed closed as the water ran down over her face, when she heard footsteps.

"Hey, Kels," a familiar voice said. It was her friend Helen. "Finally gave up on laps?"

Kelsey's eyes flew open and was greeted with a torrent of water. She moved out from the shower stream, spluttering as she did so. She could hear Helen laughing. "What are you still doing there?" Kelsey said trying to contain the panic in her voice. Helen stood in front of her naked. She was a typical skinny, white, sporty girl. Her breasts were small and pert, her ass flat, and she didn't have an ounce of fat anywhere. She wasn't exactly Kelsey's type, but she was still another person naked in front of her. Kelsey's body was on fire.

"I had to make a call to my mom first before jumping in," Helen explained with a smile. She took the showerhead next to Kelsey like it was no big deal, two naked eighteen-year-olds soaping up their bodies right next to each other. Kelsey felt so hot she thought Helen must have felt it. She tried not to think about it. She went through her routine as fast as possible, soaping up her body, barely giving the soap a chance to go to work before it was being washed away.

"God I'm so jealous of your ass, Kels!" Helen giggled. "Look at that thing. It's amazing. I'm flat as a pancake."

Kelsey bit her lip. The compliment excited her, she had to admit. She could feel the heat of embarrassment starting to pool between her legs, her arousal growing. She couldn't stop it. Her eyes dropped to Helen's ass, the pale, milky white skin glistening. "Your butt looks fine," she said in a quiet voice. Helen barely heard it above the sound of the shower. Kelsey had to repeat it, her voice shaking with every word.

"Oh yeah?" Helen said with a glint in her eye. She wiggled her toned, small ass in Kelsey's direction with a laugh. Kelsey couldn't stop herself from licking her lips. "You can touch it if you let me touch yours?"

"What?" Kelsey squeaked.

Helen giggled. "It's fine. No one will know. Our little secret. Come on, I know you like girls, Kels. It's why you shower last, right?" Kelsey thought about running from the shower. Instead she nodded meekly. Helen smiled and took a step forward. "I really want to touch you. Like a lot. Your body is amazing."

Before Kelsey could react, Helen was under her showerhead and their naked bodies were pressed against each other. She caught sight of the smirk on Helen's face and then her lips were pressed against Kelsey's own. Kelsey stood there frozen as her teammate's hands dropped down to her rear end, squeezing her tight, bubbly cheeks. It sent electricity through her body. She had never been touched like this by anyone else. She didn't even touch herself like this. She found herself moaning against Helen's lips and the girl pulled away with a giggle. "See, it's not that bad, is it?" Kelsey shook her head quickly, eagerly. Her whole body was on fire and she gasped again as Helen's fingertips pressed into her ass, spreading her cheeks.

Helen returned to kissing her and this time, awkwardly, uncertainly, Kelsey started to kiss her back. Her hands moved to Helen's body. She couldn't dare touch her in any private spot yet, but her hands found her ribs, marveling at the bare skin and Hannah mewled appreciatively. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed, their perky breasts rubbing against each other, their lips battling for dominance. Then Helen's fingers moved down, disappearing between Kelsey's legs, finding the hot, wet spot that yearned for human contact. For the first time in her life Kelsey felt a finger probing at her entrance and then reality came flooding back.

"I can't," she squeaked, pushing Helen back so hard that the girl slipped over and landed on the tiled floor. "Oh God, I'm so sorry, but I can't. I can't!" Kelsey repeated, running from the showers. Her body still wet, her hair still soaked, Kelsey didn't even stop to dry, pulling on a flowery summer dress from her gym bag over her body and sprinting out of the locker room before Helen could stop her.

Five minutes later she stood in the evening light, the summer sun nearly setting, by her car panting furiously. Her face was boiling. She was embarrassed. She was ashamed. She was frustrated. She was horny. Kelsey almost wanted to run back, to kiss Helen before she could leave, but her doubts and upbringing kept her in place. She kicked at the old car door, the metal a reassuring pain against her foot. And then she noticed the old, coffee-stained envelope tucked behind her windshield wiper. Kelsey stared, trying to calm herself. It didn't look like a ticket. Prying it loose, she opened it, reading the words scrawled across the ancient paper:

Miss Monroe, you are cordially invited to Licension Manor for a night of revelry and entertainment.