The Phantom (7 page)

I will hold onto this memory as long as health and age allow, but in these pages, the events of last night will go on forever.

I read it all in the elevator up to the apartment, twice.

The bride’s handwriting said it all. At first, it was smooth and neat when she was calm. Then, The Phantom came to her and her pen got shakier by the word. I could actually see her sitting there over a century ago writing with a trembling hand while her legs squeezed open and closed. Her drawers had even probably still been wet with the evidence of the encounter as she wrote.

Oh, I was so jealous! When would it be my turn?

Even as I slipped my keys in the lock, I was reading it for a third time. I never even looked up as I started to close the door behind me. Then, I heard the 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 willing to take the other model’s place?”

I didn’t have to look to know Beth was shaking her head. If the idea had me speechless, she was probably going to be mute from shock the rest of the weekend. “I don’t think so,” I said.

“Please?” Molly begged. “I’ll pay you for this instead of you paying for my story. I
have
to get it done today! These pictures are supposed to run next month!”

“I don’t think so,” I said again. Even I wasn’t so desperate for a Phantom story to do such a thing. There were other women out there with tales I could collect who didn’t need to see me naked.

“What if I said I had a video of what happened to me?”

That stopped even Beth’s steps back toward the elevator. “A video?”

“Can we see it?” I asked.

“If you help me out.” Molly said.

“Deal.” The word was out of my mouth before I could even remember what I was agreeing to.

Beth spun me to look at her. “Are you serious? You’re really going to do it?”

“She has a video! If it’s really The Phantom, I have to see it!”

We stared at each other. I could see the disbelief in Beth’s eyes that I actually agreed to go through with it. Silently, she begged me to change my mind, but I didn’t flinch. Eventually, she realized there was absolutely no way, with or without words, that she could change my mind. “Well, if you think I’m going to stay here and watch you’re very,
very
wrong!” Beth said.

“Please stay,” I begged her. “Don’t watch me, but at least watch the video.”

Beth sighed and pushed her glasses up her nose. “Fine, but I hope this is worth it.”

“You can strip in there,” Molly said, and pointed to a changing room. “There should be a robe on the back of the door. Come on Beth, I’ll show you around the apartment.”

Chapter Fifteen

I knew it was absolutely crazy, even as I stripped and pulled on the red satin robe, but a Phantom video? If this is what it would take to get Molly to show me, then this is what I would do. I ran a brush one more time through my long hair and took a breath for courage. “Here we go,” I told my reflection.

A naked redheaded woman was waiting for me when I stepped out of my undressing room. She held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Jade. I’ll be doing the shoot with you today.”

Her nudity only made me all the more aware of my own. I clutched the top of my robe with one hand then shook hers with the other. “I’m Sasha.”

Jade gave me a beautiful smile. “You’ve never been with a woman, have you?” She asked.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Just a little, but don’t worry, I’ve done this plenty of times before.”

“Okay, ladies,” Molly said. “Let’s get started. Sasha, I want you in the chair. Jade, you get on your knees in front of her.”

Slowly, I walked to the indicated spot, clutching my robe the entire way. Only at the very last second did I let it finally fall away.

The chair was so polished; I wondered how she planned on keeping the flash of her camera from reflecting off of it, and ruining the pictures. A chill went through my entire body as soon as I sat down, but that was nothing compared to the shiver I got when the other model knelt down, and pushed my knees apart. Then, Jade leaned forward and that was when I heard the first click of the camera.

“Ah!” I gasped when her tongue reached out and actually touched my clitoral hood. Never had I imagined how wonderful a woman’s mouth could make me feel. Even on the very few times he had gone down on me, Geoff had never made me shiver in pleasure after a single lick, and he had certainly never given my entire body goose bumps with one kiss to my private lips.

“That’s it. Now reach down and grab Jade’s hair. Lean back and open your legs more,” Molly instructed.

I got the feeling this wasn’t just a photo shoot after all. As soon as I posed the way the photographer wanted, Jade licked me again. My new position allowed her tongue to roam even lower. Slowly, she traced the split of my lower lips until my head fell back.

Oh, her tongue was so different from a man’s! It was softer, expert. Jade knew exactly where to flick and where to use long drags. I didn’t know if it came from practice or simply being a woman herself, and I didn’t care. After years with Geoff, another person and not my vibrator was finally going to make me come!

Molly circled us with her camera. She took pictures of us from absolutely every angle. She even shot from down behind my head to capture the perfect image of Jade’s mouth pressed to my pussy.

My eyes rolled closed when the model pushed first one, then two fingers into my body. I pursed my lips and moaned. “Mmm...” Her tongue moved to my clit and I couldn’t even hear the click of the camera anymore. Pleasure had taken over my senses. All I could do was tighten my hold on Jade’s curly red hair.

“Great! On the floor, both of you; Sasha, I want you on top, sixty-nine position.”

The model had no problem laying back. Me? My legs trembled with excitement just slipping out of the chair.

“Ah!” I gasped again when Jade’s tongue was immediately back to work. I couldn’t wait to return the favor. When I lowered my head between her thighs, I was amazed at what I saw. Arousal practically flowed from her pussy, and she had never been touched. Did she really get that wet just from pleasuring me?

Oh, she tasted like cherries! Fresh ones, not the ones sold in jars. I bit at her feminine flesh like a woman starved until she actually began to squirm beneath me and lift her hips for more.

I matched her lick for lick. She matched me buck for buck. It turned into a contest to see who could make the other come first.

We tied.

“Oh God!” I screamed.

“Ah! Yes!” Jade cried.

“Absolutely perfect!” Molly’s camera kept clicking away. “These just may be the best photos
Sappho
has ever run!”

“Ohh...” I groaned. My body half rolled, half fell off the woman beneath me. Jade just laughed and wiped my cream off her lips. My body may have been exhausted, but she still had energy for more.

“Lift your leg,” the model told me.

It took the very last of my strength, but I did it. Jade pushed her lower body against mine so that our pussies touched. Then, she grabbed my knee and began to grind.

I sucked in a breath. God, I never could have imagined such a sensation! It was smooth and rough all at once. Her slick cunt easily slipped back and forth over mine. At the same time, her auburn pubic curls sweetly itched between my open folds. It wasn’t long at all before I was grabbing her leg and grinding back.

Click! Click! Click!

“Oh Sasha, women everywhere are going to want you after this!”

I barely heard the photographer’s words. My screams drowned her out when Jade’s nails dug into my thigh and sparked another orgasm.

Chapter Sixteen

“God, I could hear you screaming out here!” Beth said when I saw her again.

I didn’t know what to say. I just blushed as I sat next to her on the couch.

“I should warn you,” Molly said as she hit play on her DVR. “The picture isn’t totally clear.”

Beth and I leaned back on her black leather couch as the green of night vision filled the screen. For a minute, there was nothing, just Molly sleeping nude in her bed. Then, the screen flickered. There were two blinks of digital scramble and then just like she said, the picture went grainy. It looked like the static the old VHS tapes used to get. Luckily, we could still see the room through it.

A man shaped shadow had appeared. Maybe it was an actual man dressed completely in black. It was hard to tell, but he was definitely there. I leaned forward, curious and fascinated. The Phantom slowly moved toward the bed. He reached for the sheet and began to pull, but Molly seemed to sleep through the uncovering of her body. Beside me, Beth trembled when we watched him glide around so that he could kiss her breast.

He avoided her nipple, only traced the flesh around it with his lips. Even from the camera’s high angle, we could see the tip harden and stretch. His hand reached between her legs, and it looked like his thumb only brushed against the skin where her pubic curls should have been. At the same time, The Phantom’s fingers stroked her lower lips.

“How did you not wake up?” I had to ask.

“Oh, I was awake from the first kiss,” she answered. “It just felt too good to let him know that, and risk scaring him off.”

I couldn’t blame her. The more he rubbed, the harder it became for her to fight her arousal. Molly may have kept her eyes closed, but she still couldn’t control her body’s response. Before long, she was pushing herself into his hand.

Oh God, there was that deep, seductive chuckle every woman I interviewed talked about.

The Phantom kissed up her shoulder, up her neck and all the way to her ear. Then, it looked like he might have spoken.

“What did he say to you?” I asked.

“He told me to open my legs.”

We watched her do exactly that. The Phantom climbed on top of her, but it wasn’t his hips he settled between her thighs. It was his head. Molly’s back arched almost immediately and I knew he was licking her.

I heard the leather of the couch scrunch next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Beth tightly cross her legs. It wasn’t hard to imagine why. I’m sure she was experiencing the same wet stirring in her panties that I was.

Molly’s legs clamped and trembled around his head. One hand pulled at the nipple his kisses had ignored while the other reached down and pulled him tighter against her slowly bucking hips.