Vladimir Scott Bryan

From behind me came the voice that I thought came from the mist, "Are you OK? Who are you talking to?"

It was Michael. I pointed to the ocean and changed my mind in explaining myself. I felt foolish.

"Hi, I was just remembering someone who was just a little too pushy. I guess I let my mind wander off a bit too much."

"Some guys can be real jerks huh?" was his response as he put his arm around me and guided me to the house with extreme gentleness in his touch and great concern in his eyes as he looked down at me. It made me feel more at ease.

"They sure can. I'm glad you aren't a jerk though."

"Trust me when I say I can even be a jerk. I'm only human."

"How did you make it back through the fog?"

"Let's not worry about that. I just had to get back here. I just didn't feel right about you being here alone in this soup." He replied with a small chuckle. "Something just doesn't feel right about this place when it fogs up like this. I can't quite put my finger on it. I remember walking by here when I was a kid. It gave me the creeps even being near this place at night when it was foggy. I hated it. It doesn't feel much better to me now either. That is why I swear I will never let you be here alone when it is foggy like this. I absolutely had to get on my motorcycle and get back here as fast as I could. Something just didn't feel right." was his answer." Maybe, my imagination running away with me If I tell you something you won't think me crazy?" he asked me as we made it to the fountain were I first met Vladimir.

"Crazy? You, Michael? Not a chance you could sound crazy. You are too sweet and gentle." I told him. Michael gestured for me to sit down on one of the benches, so I did.

"It sounds crazy to me just thinking about it. I'm certain it was just a boat out on the ocean, but as I came up behind you, I thought I saw eyes in the fog as if someone was walking on the ocean in front of us, and then after I spoke it was as if they just disappeared. I told you it sounded crazy."

I felt myself grow pale. My mind was racing. He saw Vladimir too, and doesn't even know it. I was terrified. What if he is still around? I grabbed onto Michael with all my might.

"Don't leave me Michael. Don't let him get me. I don't want him to touch me. I don't want him to do anything to me." Half crying, I told Michael, as I refused to let go, afraid that if I do he would vanish like Vladimir did the first night. I can't say I was sad to see Vladimir go, but if Michael ever vanished, I don't know what I would do.

"Are you ok. Who, don't let who get you. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't let this person touch you ever again. Tell me who and were he is. I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget for making you feel this way, and thank him for this chance to hold you so tight." He said. Not letting go, I look gently into his eyes. Yes, I heard him right.

"Thank him for giving you the chance to hold me?" I asked sheepishly with tears still in my eyes, but now looking at him with adornment.

"Yes. I love you. I love you more than life itself. I would give up my life to save you." He told me.

I felt overwhelmed. He leaned down and kissed me for what seemed like forever. It felt good as it seemed to push all my fears away. All I could think about at the time was being with Michael forever. My right hand moved to his head in order to hold him there. I didn't want him to stop kissing me. I didn't want to stop feeling him touching me. His hands went under my shirt, and undid my bra.

"Can I?" he asked looking half worried he may have overstepped his boundaries. "Make love to you?"

"Please do. I want you too." I told him.

He kissed me again. This time he gently put his tongue in my mouth, as did I the same with him. I could feel myself ache for him. I wanted him inside me so bad. I longed for his rod deep in me, fucking me hard and strong. He pulled off my shirt, and carried me to a lounge chair on the patio. He leaned it all the way down, and continued to undress me further. He began putting his fingers inside my pussy. His hands were cold at first, possibly form the ride back, but warmed up quickly inside my pussy. He took off his jacket, then his shirt, and then his pants. He tossed them aside with my cloths and sat down beside me again, and began kissing me all over. I took a quick glance at his cock. It was huge. He wasn't very well built, but his cock was large and in charge for certain. I didn't think it would be that big by looking at him. I saw a few appendages online, but this one was much larger around. I wasn't certain it would fit inside me or not. He must have seen the shock on my face because his next question was very specific with a statement written right into it. "You're virgin still aren't you?"

"Yea, how did you know?" I asked surprised.

"It's obvious, you still have your cherry. I kind of felt it when my fingers were in there. I was real careful. I didn't break it yet. You certain you want to do this? I mean, are you certain you want me to be the one to pop your cherry Mary? I won't lie. It is going to hurt a little, but if you give it a chance it can really good."

I wanted to laugh a bit when he asked, not because I thought it was funny, but I liked that he was asking to make certain I wasn't having any doubts. "Yes. Yes, Michael. I...I love you too. I am scared. You....you are so big. I've never seen anyone so big. I mean...I seen some on the internet, but yours. You are huge." I told him as I held his hand in one of mine and his face in the other looking into his eyes with eyes of desperation and longing. He grinned and thanked me for the compliment.

"Please make love to me." I said.

With that he got on top of me kissing me, still not penetrating my pussy with his cock, but letting it slide over the top as if petting it with his appendage. I wanted it inside me so much. It was so frustrating. He got up on his knees and laughed at me a bit as I took his cock and tapped it against my pussy. "Not yet. I want to play a bit before we go there. You're the first virgin I've had in a while."

"Who was the last one?"

"No, no. I don't kiss and tell. Trust me, I want this to be the most memorable night ever for you." He told me as he began kissing me on my lips again, sticking his tongue in my mouth and playing with my wet pussy with his fingers, being careful not go to far in. Then he turned around and put his cock in my mouth. As he did this he stuck his tongue in my pussy. I couldn't help the moans coming from my mouth. It felt so good. It was sure ecstasy. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but not once would I let his long cock out of my mouth as long as his mouth was on my pussy. My tongue was all over his cock. Following the movements he made on my pussy and clit my head bobbed up and down on his cock, going up and down and his cock went in and out of my mouth. I felt his head come back and a loud groan as I tasted a sticky salty substance enter my mouth. I swallowed it. He took his cock out of my mouth. "Wow, I wasn't expecting to get off so fast." He said as he turned around to face me. "Don't worry, he'll be up and ready again real quick." He told me as started sucking on my breasts and then pinching and pulling on the nipples. I could feel my pussy get real wet as he did this. My hips started to raise. I really wanted his cock in me now. "You want it bad don't you." I nodded my head and made little puppy dog eyes. Before I knew it I felt his appendage getting hard between my legs again. "Guess what." He said to me. "I'm not to certain I want to pop it tonight."

"What??"

"You heard me. Now bend over and bear it. I want you to show me how much you want me to fuck your pussy."

"Are you kidding?"

"Nope. Trust me." He tells me looking me in the eyes. I was upset but curious. What he was up to? He had made me feel so good so far, so I turned over with my little ass up into the air as I bend over into the chair. My knees was touching my nipples which felt arousing. My head rested sideways on the chair with my eyes focused up at him as they looked back and up bit to see what he had in store for me. "Great," he said as he started prodding my asshole with his fingers. I started to try and get up to say no, but he gently nudged me back down. He told me to behave as he smacked my ass hard.

"Owww" I said.

"Be a good girl and Mr. Winky will cum inside your pussy."

"Michael, I really don't like your fingers in my ass. It hurts. I know I don't want your cock in there. Please don't."

"Ok, no problem. I understand." He flipped me over, spread my legs." Then do you like this?" he asked as he put his cock in me a little, but not all the way. It hurt a little as it stretched my pussy real hard. It felt nice though. Then he slid it in again a little further and further each time, till finally I felt a piercing pain run through my body. I felt like screaming. He must have been able to read it in my face, because he stopped for a moment to ask if I was ok and if he could continue. I nodded, and he began pounding gently again, with each thrust more profuse then the other, each thrust sending me higher and higher into sensation far beyond what I could ever describe. He had me moaning and groaning so hard. I couldn't believe the incredible feeling he was giving me. I felt how wet my pussy was getting. My body was warm all over. My head felt like it was racing. My heart was beating fast and so hard I thought it would burst from all the pleasure my body was receiving at once, and then I heard him groan again real loud as he pulled me up into him so he could get his cock in even further if that was even possible. Leaving his nice rod in me still he lay on top of me covering my body from the night air. It felt nice having his strong scrawny looking body laying on me.

I fell asleep that way. When I woke up, I was in my bed. Breakfast was sitting on the bedside table with a note which read.

Thank you my dear Mary for last night. Although I know you thought you were with Michael last night, I am so sorry to inform you that Michael couldn't make it with the fog being so thick and other personal problems. I hope my ability to look and sound, like him made up for him for his absence. I'm sorry for the façade. Sex is my only form of food, and you were good. I'm looking forward to next time. Send Michael my condolences.

Love always,
Vladimir

"That Perverted Son Of A Bitch!!! " I screamed as I threw the tray of food clear across the room. "but wait... What is wrong with Michael? Why is he needing condolences", I asked myself. "I better go check on him. Is he ok?"

I threw on some cloths as fast as I could. I placed the note in my pocket, and ran all the way downstairs and to the small greenhouse that Michael was staying in on the grounds to see if he was there. The fog had lifted and it was a beautiful sunshiny day, which made me think that if Michael was there that hopefully it was the real Michael and not a Vladimir impersonating him again seeing how the only time I seem to run into Vladimir is during the foggy nights. To my surprise Michael was just pulling in on his bike. As soon as he seen me running his way, he got off his bike as quickly as he could, took off his helmet, placed it on the seat and met me part way. He wrapped his arms around me and asked me what was wrong. This time I didn't care about sounding crazy.

"Were you here last night with me or not?" I asked him.

"NO, I was with my mother all night. "he told me looking quite annoyed, and then his disposition changed quite suddenly as if he wanted to coddle me and protect me from whatever harshness and cruelty he just endured and began anew. "What is this all about?" He started again as if the first sentence never happened. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you originally. I'm not certain that I am really up for much. I had a horrible night with my parents. There is nothing that could be worse than what I just went through, but I will help you if I can. You tell me your problem first and then I will tell you mine." He told me as he looked filled to the brim with his own problems but looked as if he would try to hold the world together for me if he could somehow.

"I picked this up off the tray of food he left for me before I came to see you. I thought it was you. I believed it was you. It sounded like you. From the look on your face this doesn't feel as important as what you may have been through." I told him as I handed him the note. "Did You write this?"

He took it and read it then "This is crazy. I didn't write this, and I know I don't have a twin. This has to be some kind of sick joke."

"If it was a joke it was on me last night!" I exclaimed.

"What did the two of you do?" he looked worried now.

"I don't want to talk about it. I'm ashamed. I thought it was you." I said rambling as I felt so hurt and betrayed. "I was hoping it was some sort of weird, sick, joke made by you. I could have lived with that, but I've been robbed. This is horrible. I wanted it to be you." I told him as I started blubbering profusely into his shoulder.

Michael took me into the pool house. He sat me down and handed me a cup of coffee. He pulled up a chair and looked at me. He brushed his hands over his hair and then put his face in them thoughtfully. Slowly he started to speak. "I'm sorry. I wish it was me. I told you I heard there was ghost, but I didn't really believe it. I don't know if I do yet or not. You said you woke up in bed. Maybe it was a night mare. As for the note and tray of food, I don't have an explanation. "Alternate personality maybe?" I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that it wasn't me last night. I can easily tell you why I say it wasn't me. Maybe not so easy. It is a...it's a horror story from hell. Although it gives me the strongest alibi ever it too is a horror story, and I really would rather not talk about it. You have become my closest and best friend. You are the only person I trust any more. I have to admit, yours would be preferred to mine right now by me. Are you ready?"

"Yes. I don't know how it could be worse though" I told him, but I wasn't ready. It was worse.

I wasn't able to come back here last night because my mother was being hauled away to jail when I drove in the driveway with my bike. The neighbors must have had the shots or something because the police were there when I got there. One of the officers told me to stay outside, but when the gurney was brought out. The officer tried to keep me from seeing who was on it, but I told them that my parents lived their and I wanted to know who it was that they were taking away on the gurney. I pulled back the sheet, and it was horrible. She killed him, and now this. I don't know what is going on in this world. It is a bit too much. I wasn't here. This I know for certain. What happened here last night, I don't know, but I know what happened were I was and it wasn't good at all.."

"Oh my gosh. I can't believe this. I wanted to be with you last night. I'm just glad to be in the same room with you today. I love you Michael. What can we do to help your mother?"

"I don't know."

"Your dad is dead? Can't....shouldn't we....I don't know what to say." I said exasperatedly.

"Yes, but my mother isn't. She and you are the ones I care about. I can't help her, but you can help me. If you are willing to bear with my problems, I can try and help you. I am not certain about this ghost thing though. I just want you to stay with me. I'm not asking you to have sex with me. If I promise that I'm not this Vladimir guy do you promise to stay with me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I mean well...Where is your mother? Would you like to go check in on her? I could drive over if you like?" I wanted to know.

"No, I'm not ready to see her right now. I want to be there for her and all but.... Well.... She is at the hospital right now. She will be ok. She spent the evening at the police station and then in front of the judge, who said it he declared it self defense. However, the judge seemed worried about her and thought it would be in her best interest if she be hospitalized for few days, weeks, months if necessary. He said that she might be in shock of what she did and she might do something crazy to herself out of grief."

"I guess I can see why you aren't upset. On the up side, your mom isn't in jail at least. I guess that is a good thing, but shouldn't you be with her or something? Are you going to be ok?" I had to know.

"No. Not really. I did care about my dad, no matter what type of a jerk he was. Still, I can't change any of this. I tried to talk them into counseling, into divorce, or whatever. I was afraid he would eventually kill her. I never thought she would be the one who....nothing I said made any difference. I even called the cops on my father once to try and stop the violence. My mother wouldn't talk to me for a month. In the end she still went back to him. They were crazy to be together in the first place. They were stupid not to get professional help. I love them and hate them in the same breath. How could they let it get this far? The only thing that matters to me is you right now. She let it get this far. I tried to stop it. I tried to help them both. Why did they let it get this far Mary? Why couldn't they admit they needed help?" He grabbed me in his arms and held me tight as he refused to let himself cry and feel the hurt that was in his heart, but I understood. I put my arms around him.

At that point and time Vladimir's little joke didn't seem as bad as what Michael was going through. I decided to just let that slide for the moment. I would deal with Vladimir later. That jerk was going to pay, but what can I do about a ghost that can make himself appear and sound like someone else? It is obvious now why Vladamir sent his condolences. What did he have to do with Michael's father's death? Michael had to have read that part too. Why didn't he mention it? Is Michael going to be ok?