voice.
“Don’t turn on the lights.”
“Who’s there?” I asked the dark.
“Who do you think? It’s me, The Phantom. Now close the door.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was finally here. For me! If closing the door was all it would take to be with the one I had dreamed of a thousand times, I was more than happy to do it.
In less than a second he had me pinned to the wall. My purse, my keys, even the diary fell to the floor, completely forgotten in an instant. His mouth crushed mine and I was sure my lips would be bruised in the morning. “Ah!” I grunted when he thrust a hand between my thighs. Then, he pushed higher until he could grab me through my panties.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Actually, it kind of hurts,” I said, confused.
The Phantom laughed against my ear. “I thought you might like a little pain. What do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
“O-okay,” I answered nervously.
He scooped me up in one swift motion. My high heels fell off my bouncing feet as he ran. The entire way he laughed, and the only thing that stopped him was tripping over the corner of my dresser. Luckily, I landed on my mattress when he fell forward.
I heard him pop up in the dark. “Lift up your skirt,” he commanded breathlessly.
My hands pulled at the fabric until it bunched around my hips. Immediately he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled until it ripped off. Then, The Phantom pounced. He literally jumped from the foot of the bed to on top of me. “Are you ready for me baby?”
“D-don’t you want to lick me or something first?”
I didn’t get an answer. He was too busy fumbling between our bodies to get his pants open. The second his cock touched my leg, I felt the familiar hot gush of cum against my skin and heavy panting above me.
All I could do was groan. “Geoff? It’s you, isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” my boyfriend said. “How could you tell? Wasn’t I a good Phantom?”
I’m glad he couldn’t see my exasperated face in the dark. “Sure, you were as great as always,” I said flatly.
Chapter Fourteen
I checked my email every morning, but that next day, my eyes went even wider with excitement than usual. I called Beth the second I finished reading.
I could hear the sleep in her voice. “Hello?”
“Hey! Do you remember Molly Hastings?”
“Sasha? Yeah, Belle did that story about her last year. She was that photographer that split her time between high fashion and porn. Why?”
“She emailed me! The Phantom has come to her!”
“Uh-huh,” she grumbled. “Okay, so?”
“So? It’s Saturday! I thought maybe you would like to go with me to talk to her. Maybe if you heard someone else you’ve actually met talk about an experience it would help you believe.”
Beth groaned on the other end of the line.
“Is that a yes?” I asked.
“Only if it can wait until the sun has actually risen a few inches.”
I laughed. “Deal, I’ll meet you in front of your building in a few hours.”
“Yeah, okay, sounds good. Bye now.”
I didn’t even get to say bye back before she hung up. Maybe 6:30 was a little early to be calling.
***
Molly’s home and studio took up the entire top floor of her apartment building. As soon as the elevator door opened, we were greeted with the sight of her setting up lights around a straight backed chair.
“Did we come at a bad time?” I asked.
Molly flashed us a smile. “Hi, Sasha. Hi, Beth. Well, it depends.”
“On what?” I wondered.
The photographer got a very nervous look on her face. “I have a little problem. It’s great that you came along when you did because you might be able to help, but I don’t know how much you’d be willing to.”
She had my attention. “What is it?”
“I’m supposed to do a shoot for a lesbian magazine today, but one of my models just cancelled on me. The pictures have to be of two naked women together, but now I only have one. Is there any chance at all either of you would be
“Don’t turn on the lights.”
“Who’s there?” I asked the dark.
“Who do you think? It’s me, The Phantom. Now close the door.”
I couldn’t believe it. He was finally here. For me! If closing the door was all it would take to be with the one I had dreamed of a thousand times, I was more than happy to do it.
In less than a second he had me pinned to the wall. My purse, my keys, even the diary fell to the floor, completely forgotten in an instant. His mouth crushed mine and I was sure my lips would be bruised in the morning. “Ah!” I grunted when he thrust a hand between my thighs. Then, he pushed higher until he could grab me through my panties.
“Doesn’t that feel good?”
“Actually, it kind of hurts,” I said, confused.
The Phantom laughed against my ear. “I thought you might like a little pain. What do you say we take this to the bedroom?”
“O-okay,” I answered nervously.
He scooped me up in one swift motion. My high heels fell off my bouncing feet as he ran. The entire way he laughed, and the only thing that stopped him was tripping over the corner of my dresser. Luckily, I landed on my mattress when he fell forward.
I heard him pop up in the dark. “Lift up your skirt,” he commanded breathlessly.
My hands pulled at the fabric until it bunched around my hips. Immediately he grabbed the waistband of my underwear and pulled until it ripped off. Then, The Phantom pounced. He literally jumped from the foot of the bed to on top of me. “Are you ready for me baby?”
“D-don’t you want to lick me or something first?”
I didn’t get an answer. He was too busy fumbling between our bodies to get his pants open. The second his cock touched my leg, I felt the familiar hot gush of cum against my skin and heavy panting above me.
All I could do was groan. “Geoff? It’s you, isn’t it.”
“Yeah,” my boyfriend said. “How could you tell? Wasn’t I a good Phantom?”
I’m glad he couldn’t see my exasperated face in the dark. “Sure, you were as great as always,” I said flatly.
Chapter Fourteen
I checked my email every morning, but that next day, my eyes went even wider with excitement than usual. I called Beth the second I finished reading.
I could hear the sleep in her voice. “Hello?”
“Hey! Do you remember Molly Hastings?”
“Sasha? Yeah, Belle did that story about her last year. She was that photographer that split her time between high fashion and porn. Why?”
“She emailed me! The Phantom has come to her!”
“Uh-huh,” she grumbled. “Okay, so?”
“So? It’s Saturday! I thought maybe you would like to go with me to talk to her. Maybe if you heard someone else you’ve actually met talk about an experience it would help you believe.”
Beth groaned on the other end of the line.
“Is that a yes?” I asked.
“Only if it can wait until the sun has actually risen a few inches.”
I laughed. “Deal, I’ll meet you in front of your building in a few hours.”
“Yeah, okay, sounds good. Bye now.”
I didn’t even get to say bye back before she hung up. Maybe 6:30 was a little early to be calling.
***
Molly’s home and studio took up the entire top floor of her apartment building. As soon as the elevator door opened, we were greeted with the sight of her setting up lights around a straight backed chair.
“Did we come at a bad time?” I asked.
Molly flashed us a smile. “Hi, Sasha. Hi, Beth. Well, it depends.”
“On what?” I wondered.
The photographer got a very nervous look on her face. “I have a little problem. It’s great that you came along when you did because you might be able to help, but I don’t know how much you’d be willing to.”
She had my attention. “What is it?”
“I’m supposed to do a shoot for a lesbian magazine today, but one of my models just cancelled on me. The pictures have to be of two naked women together, but now I only have one. Is there any chance at all either of you would be
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