The Incubus' Snare

Chapter 12

Hidden LED lighting under the eaves of the roofline made the house glow a warm white. Spotlights placed strategically along the walkway lite the path around the inground fire pit to the steps. Carissa followed me up the stone steps to the front door. Pausing to enter the code into the smart lock, we entered our temporary abode. Questioningly I glanced at my companion. She nodded. Nodding back, I grabbed the book on plants off the table then dug around in the fridge for a strawberry drink. Finding only one left, I handed it to her. Proclaiming myself a martyr for her cause, I settled for the watermelon one. Rolling her eyes so hard I’m sure she got dizzy she followed me out to the deck. Once outside, she snuggled down in the lounge where I had been last night. Across from her, snuggled on the other one. Instead of reading we lay on our backs to watch the stars progression in the night sky.

“Is that the little dipper?” Carissa asked pointing upwards. Squinting I tried to see something resembling a ladle.

“How do you know the difference between the big one and the little one?” I mused. Seeing three bright stars I pointed at them. “Ohhh! Is that Orion?”

“No, I think that’s the north star and a satellite. The third one is clearly a plane.” Cariss scoffed. I couldn’t argue since the third one has now moved away from the others.

After a few hours of trying to identify constellations, we agreed the ancients must have been high to see any shapes up there. Or just really bored. It’s not like they had the internet or even books. We drifted off to a comfortable silence. Concentrating on my book, I again tried to figure out how I was killing my plants with love. Why couldn’t they love me back? Carissa was watching videos on her phone. A chilly breeze sent inside to warm our toes. Back inside, I handed her a mango drank. Now sprawled on the couch, we watched the same show about the shadow people. I was feeling thankful for her presence tonight. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so creepy with her here. Both of us were sleepy as the show wrapped up. After we finished our nighttime regiment, Carissa settled in the bedroom upstairs with the heavenly candle lit. Muttering about being kicked out of my room, I settled on the couch.

Snuggled under a super soft blanket on the couch I watched the moon rise over the trees. Sleep calling me, I put on a video from the same guy that talked about shadow people. This one on if the moon was hollow. As my eyes started to flicker shut, I put my phone and glasses safely on the table.

Sometime later, I jerked awake. Listening carefully, I tried to ascertain what had awakened me. The TV had turned its self off. Gentle snores from the loft indicated Carissa was still sleeping.

“Ok.” I scrunched my eyes up, trying to get the nerve to look around. “Come on, you know you are just being paranoid.” I muttered to myself. Swinging my legs around to the ground, I slipped my feet inside the bigfoot slippers. Standing, I straightened the t-shirt I was sleeping in since I wasn’t alone. After I found the flashlight button on my phone, I checked out every nook and cranny of the downstairs. Again. Ugh how does anyone sleep in this house? Nothing seemed to be out of place. All the doors and windows were locked. Carefully I peered out of each window. Thankfully the under eaves lighting made it easy to see that there was no Peeping Tom watching me sleep.

Since I was up, I decided to use the bathroom. I opened the door after relieving myself, I screamed and jumped back. Clutching at my heart with my right hand, my left hand grasping the door frame for dear life I yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I heard you moving around. Did you get laid in your dreams again?” Carissa wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. Damn, I need a new best friend. A less horny one.

“I’m calling Ace.” Suddenly light filled the room causing me to grunt. Only psychos turned on lights in the middle of the night. Ignoring the dots floating around my vision, I slammed my hand up to flip the bathroom light back off. “He’s obviously not satisfying you.”

“Go ahead.” A naughty smirk filled her face. “He’ll just think of new ways to f**k my brains out.”

She giggled at my nauseated expression. ”You ever wonder why I’m always out of breath by the end of a phone call?”

“I don’t wanna know!” I covered my ears. “LALALALALALA”

Against my will she ripped my hands down. “His tongue gets really tired when we have long calls.”

“Ewwwww!” Oh how am I going to get that image out of my head. “Go to bed you freak!’

Laughing all the way, she daintily climbed the gorgeous curving staircase to the loft bedroom she had commandeered in the name of science. At the top, she turned to face me. “My jaw gets tired when he’s on the phone.”

“Ewww!” I screamed while diving under the covers. I pulled them up over my head. Nothing can get you under the covers, right? Pretty sure that’s just the law of blankets. I’ve gotta find some brain bleach. Trying not to picture my best friend’s husband buried in her lap while we discuss their kids was impossible. How many times had we been discussing mundane things while she was fighting an orgasm. Which made me think about how during calls she tells me to hang on at least once. Ewwww. She was going to pay for making me think about this!

My thoughts drifted to my dream guy. I’d definitely let him go down on me while I was talking to her. His tongue would be magical. I started to fantasize about me cumming with his tongue buried in me while talking to Carissa about what we were need a vacation. Wetness started to form between legs. God how could he turn me on when he wasn’t even in the room?

There was a shift in the energy of the room that stopped my hand on it’s travels to relieve my frustration. “Hello, my beautiful gazelle.”