Chapter 4: Memories of eyes made of Coal (Part III)

“Daddy, Daddy please help me.” I shut my eyes even tighter now, shaking my head in disbelief. If I couldn’t see him then he can’t be real, it can’t be real. With the music box still in my hand, I would keep winding it and play the sweet tune, my mother adored so much. Yes, of course just keep playing the music box, the music kept the monsters away,

Nero, we are safe when bathed in the light. The sun in the day, and the moon at night, so long as there’s a glow the monsters hold no fright. Yet even the brave fears the darkness, fear the loneliness it what gives the things that go bump in the night their bloodlust. They smell terror, so when I am not at your side play this song of Moonlight.

Again, I opened my eyes merely to see the hall lined with the pale red lockers. Looking back out of the clear double doors, the Snowman was back at his post only this time he was gazing intently at me.

He forgot about you, the snowman seemed to utter from its smile of coal. I curled myself into a ball tucking my head tightly into the folds of my arms.

Chapter 4: Memories of eyes made of Coal (Part II)

The silence was deafening, not even a creek could be heard. Reaching into the main compartment of my bag I dug out a tiny crystal translucent box. A teeny handled protruded out from the side of it. Using the tip of my thumb and index finger, I wound it until the handle became tight. A sweet melody began to play, Ludwig Van Beethoven Moonlight Sonata, the tune broke the silence, each time the song would stop I would crank the miniscule handle and play the jingle all over again. It was comforting from the quietness, I didn’t feel as,

But you are alone… an Icey chill voice whispered. “Not alone, I am not alone” I chanted to myself. The Snowman was facing the door peering profoundly at me with his dark hardened eyes. I closed mines hoping he would simply go away, back to standing at his post. When I opened them, his cold frosted round body was now in mere breath away from me.

Chapter 4: Memories of eyes made of Coal (Part I)

Snow fell from the steely sky on a cold December evening. The halls of St. Ovaria private school lie uninhabited, everyone must have left for the day. Pops late again, most likely at the hospital with mom, Doctors said it won’t belong. That it was best we spend what little moments we had left.

I sat on the bench next to the pale red lockers, feet swing to and fro. I gazed out the clear double doors at the road, any moment now Dad would be pulling up in that old 97 gray Nissan Sentra. As time passed, so did my hopes of seeing that Nissan, maybe tomorrow I guess. As I stared out into the snow-covered field, a snowman took sentry over the lonely winter wonderland. Ever so vigilant, standing watched as the many children scampered into the cars that carried them away to their warm and loving home. He and so many other alike reigned over the snowy plains. With all the humans bunch up together around one another, they were free to do as they please in absolute secret. This was their land, the land of the Snowmen.

Chapter 3 (Final V)

“Well, I don’t mean to take too much of you folk’s is time. My name is Sheriff Walton-”

“Walton? As in Alice Walton?” Kassidy interjected.

“The same.”

“Omg, it’s been ages! Do you remember me?”

“Ha! Ha! Ha! As I said before, I know just about everyone around these here parts, and you know different Kassie.”

Evidently, in time passed, the sheriff and my wife shared fond memories with one another. Kassidy, a dainty, brash, fun-loving country gal from Cusseta, Ga running through woods barefoot in the soft mountain soil., and Alice, a tomboyish ruffian who knew no fear, always striving for the next adventure. Then again maybe it was the other way around? That it was Kassidy, the wild child who moved outward to the big city of Atlanta, gradually adjusting to city ways and Alice was the Fragile country flower that matured to the robust woman standing at our door today. Time has a way of changing some people.

“Let us not be rude, would you like to come in? We were just about to have breakfast.” I offered.

“Hey yea, we can catch up for old time sake” Kassidy added.

“I thank you, but and as nice as that would be, I’m afraid I must decline this time around. There are other matters that beacon my attention and other homes I need to reach out to before then, so I’ll have to hurry right along. If you haven’t already, I’m telling you now that you may want to either stock up or hurry on back to the city. The weatherman tells of massive snowstorm heading our way. Shouldn’t last too long, a couple nights at the most, all honestly you folk should be fine if all was aim to do was spend quality time together than I wouldn’t cut out early.”

“Oh, well thank you, Sheriff,” I said with my hand extended out.

“No thank you for the time and for bein’ so gracious.” Sheriff Walton brace my hand into hers. Warm and rigid, the hand density of person that worked hard for everything they own.

“It’s always a pleasure to see a familiar face, who knows, maybe next time I’ll take you folks up on some of that fine eatin’.” Sheriff Walton tipped her hat to us again with that cheery smile. She hoisted herself up into her SUV and cranked up the engine. It bellowed a gust of exhaust as she rolled downed her window. “Y’all have a good one ya hear.” Sheriff waved backing out.

It wasn’t long before she was no more than fading cloud of dirt and snow.

“I think we’ll be good, although we probably should head into town and stock up on a few necessities.”

“Yea and YOU need to call the Grands and let them know we won’t be back for Christmas.”

“Shit that’s right! The kid’s presents! Well, we did have half the gifts still tucked away and wrapped so they should be good. Besides Mommy and Daddy coming back from the north pole with even more gifts should send them into a frenzy of joy.”

“Good thinking King, be sure to let them know that, I’m hungry and I’m sure the food is about lukewarm by now so I’ll warm up Breakfast and you get a movie set up for us to watch.” Kassidy kissed my lips and sauntered on back into the bedroom, I soon followed suit to set up the TV for a bit of Netflix, breakfast, and that rekindling of flame, Sheriff Walton spoke of

Chapter 3 (Part IV)

There was another stiffen blow, Kassidy stood behind me, nosey as always, I answered the door before they could get a second good hit in. A burly woman stood in a relaxed dignity posture, her hand rested on her hip while the other one balled up at the ready for another knock before I disrupted the flow.

“Morning, folks.” the Sheriff flourished one of those genuine warm southern smiles, tilting her Stetson.

“Good morning Sheriff,” I replied returning the smile. The Sheriff scanned us up and down taking in our lack of clothing, a quick glimpse at my Ford coupe, then back at us.

“A retreat from the city, eh. Rekindling a bit of the old flame?” Keen eyes I thought to myself.

I chuckled a bit from embarrassment. “That obvious?”

“I know city folks when I see’em and I know just about everyone around these here parts. Also, I don’t see too many folks around her with stallions like that there.” She nodded her head at my ford. Her southern accent was deep and proud. With each passing word that left her southern belle lips, I could only reflect on a much simpler upbringing, one completely different from that of the city.

“No, we only come here once a year for a winter getaway, you know time away from the busy city life.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” I said. “Two boys, a four and five-year-old and we both working a full-time job, oh it’s much needed.”

“I know what’cha mean. Two Teenage daughters that alone is enough to make ya wanna get away.” The Sheriff took off her hat, brushed back her brunet hair, and resettled it back to the lining of her brow. The badge that crowned the center of her hat glittered in the morning sun. Her hands rest back down at her side on her belt. The gun on her hip wasn’t standard issue, but a later model sidearm, a Smith & Wesson model 19, it gleamed at the very touch of light. It was well polished, well taken care of.

Chapter 3 (Part III)

Again, a knock could be heard, this time a lot more firm and deliberate.

“Baby someone’s at the door.” Kassidy gasp trying to catch her breath.

“Let’s ignore it and maybe they’ll go away.” I advocated while kissing her neck.

   Knock, knock.

Kassidy took my face into her hands, staring me in the eyes,

“My King, go see who it is and the faster you see who it is, the quicker you can send them on their way, so we can play.” Those hazelnut eyes had a hypnotic allure to them before I could think of a rebuttal she was alright out of the bathroom and out of the bedroom. Those beautiful thick hips swaying here and there underneath her robe.

   Knock, knock.

I glanced out the window next to the front door, from there you could see the driveway. Present was my black Ford coupe and parked behind it a second vehicle. A black SUV loaded down with lights and antennas Sheriff with a star in the rear was decal alongside the doors. Puzzled I glanced back at Kassidy, she, shrugging her shoulders, was even more baffled than I was. Kassidy was loud but not enough to have the law called out on us. The nearest set of neighbors were some miles out down the road. This cabin, hand built by Kassidy grandparents, was the last of its era; sitting at the top of this southern mountain terrain. From here on up belong to the woodland creatures. So, even more, reason the query as to just what could have warranted a visit from the local authorities.

Chapter 3 (Part II)

“Yea I’m com-,” I opened the door to a snowy woodland scene. “Ing?” There was nobody there. Baffled, I looked left and right in hopes that just maybe I could see who or whatever it was scurrying off. Merely snow and bare trees devoid of their foliage were all I could see. Knock, knock. Just when I closed the door, again I could hear knocks, without hesitation I swung the door opened. Standing at less than a foot, was a squirrel with an acorn in his clutches. I guess my abrupt answer frighten and dropping its treat, it scampered away into the woods. I shook my head with a smile turning around, closing the door behind me.

Back in the kitchen, I finished getting the food ready pouring half a cup of morning coffee. I added spice and topped it with whipped cream, my infamous Christmas coffee, the wife loves it. Only here in the cabin do I bless her taste buds with this special mug of joe, and to make it even more commemorable; I always pour it into the handcrafted Christmas mugs we made on our very first date together. Kassidy wrote “Mr. Nice” on one and I did “Mrs. Naughty” on the other, both in Christmas themed writing.

Kassidy had just finished her shower when I stepped into the room with a tray full of food. The bouquet of a southern cooking crammed the air with nostalgia. Placing the tray on the bed I walked into the bathroom, Kassidy was standing in front of the double-wide mirror moisturizing her beautiful coffee with cream skin. Wrapping my hands around her voluptuous waist, I held her close exhaling the aroma of her sweet bath and bodywork lotion. That sensual Amber always knows how to get my blood rushing. I rubbed my dick against her ass through layers of black sweats and lace trim kimono robe. Undoing the front of her robe, I trailed my hands up across her breast. Fondling her supple nipples between the middle and index of my fingers. I watched us in the reflection of the mirror as I took my other hand down your abdomen, the sight of your Tiger stripes just made the view so much sexier, I was on a solid ten now. I stroked my fingers to and fro across the wetness of her slit.

“Yes, King, Yessssss.” Kassidy hissed between the moans and groans of her pleasure. Kassidy rocked backward and forward, riding my fingers. I stopped playing with her breast taking hold her neck, whispering just how much I love her into her ear. Our lips braced one another, tongues playing back and forth;

     Knock, knock.

Chapter 3 (Part I)

Large flakes fall from a colorless chill heaven, a warm glow, the scent of burning wood filled the inner layer of our cabin in the still southern mountains. The scenery was stunning and tranquil, I could almost taste the freshness of the morning crisp air. Through the large glass window, I can view the snow-covered trees all grouped together in silent formation around the vast serene lake. I held her nestle tightly in the folds of my arms, she slept so peacefully untroubled by the notion of the outside world. I smiled caressing my fingers through the curls of her starry night hair, basking in the afterglow of the morning after a night filled with passionate lovemaking.

Morning rays filled the cabin with a natural warming light. The aroma of breakfast filled the atmosphere; fresh farmed eggs, hot thick grits with cheese, pancakes made from scratch, the sizzle and pop of fresh bacon. Being the oldest of two out of three to a single Pops had its perks, one learning how to cook. After the death of our Mom, it was hard growing up in a single parent household, I had to grow up quicker than most. Pops worked long manual labor, so it was up to me to handle the home anyway a young man could. Eggs, my very first dish ever made, of course, it wasn’t the best, but a few cooking shows and grandmas help later it was the very first of many master dishes.

            Knock, knock.

Immediately as I was plating the food, a subtle but firm knock came from the front door. Taking a slice of bacon into my mouth I checked my watch and it read 7:48 in the morning. The nearest town is about thirty minutes out, for the hell of me, I couldn’t fathom who could be this far out this early in the morning. My curiosity peaked I cleaned my hands and hastened to the door, once my hand touched the knob a few more knocks sounded off.

Chapter 2 – Moonlight, Winter Nights (Final)

“Mmm… she’s soooo sweet.” Kassidy purred between licks; dipping her fingers back into her pussy. “Come feed from me, my King.” I fell to my knees at the edge of the bed, crawling up to her like the proud king of beast.
As the sun begun to set and the temperature dipped, a heat could be felt rising from inside the bedroom. I took hold of her thighs, pulling her close to meet my salivating mouth. I buried my face in her the fruit of her essence, taking my time, I savored every drop of her pussy for until I felt a warm sweet liquid run down my chin. I drank from her ebony chalice until the stars were all out spectating the show.
Once I had my fill of all I could take of her milky sweet, I decided to play with her quivering lotus flowers. Kassidy shuddered from my mere touch, cooing with gratification. Taking hold of her ankles, I drew her closer until she was underneath me, lips again locked with one another.
I placed one of her breast in my mouth, like a child in hunger I sucked on them for dear life.
“Yes, Baby” Kassidy whispered. Coming up for air, I again partook in the zest of her tongue. The swollen muscle between my leg could be felt knocking at her gate. Sailing between the lips of her pussy it became saturated in her sap. Gently I found myself pushing deep into her, filling her with as much of me as she could take. Two kids and countless sexual exploits later, Kassidy was still as snug as ever. Warm and so inviting, the type of shit that made you just want to fall asleep in.
The moon fat and dazzling as its bright glow illuminate the glisten of our sticky sweat of exhaustion. We fucked for hours before succumbing to one another’s arms. The windows were covered in condensation from the heat of our passion.
“Lay on your back” she instructed. I complied turning over.
He was sore and fatigue from the extensive use. I was not even sure if I could get him back in full vigor. Kassidy, even though she too had long reached her limit, still yearn to play some more as she reached down to work him back to life.
Kassidy started sucking me until I was hard again. She straddled me until I was fully immersed inside of her. Kassidy fucked the ever-loving shit out of me until we came in unison, I could hear the howls of a four-legged beast as we exclaimed to the heavens.
Kassidy collapse next to me, I held her close as we fell into a sex caused unconsciousness.

Chapter 2 – Moonlight, Winter Nights (Pt. 2)

The large bay windows served the most beautiful backdrop of the vast scenic lake surrounded by a blanket of snow. Gangs of trees disrobed of their leaves, their branches only held as much snow as their branches could handle. The grey chilly sky overhead did not diminish the art one bit if anything it made this winter scene just that more special.
I dared not blink, for fear of missing even an iota of this splendor. My eyes could not turn away from Kassidy cinnamon complexion. She was perfection, a living walking art, the only evident mark on her was that of caring two children; even they added more grandeur.
“Beauty,” I spoke softly. She bit her bottom lip and started rubbing her pussy through her panties, teasing me for what I’ve long waited for.
“On the bed,” I demanded, grasping firmly at her neck. My tongue traced her lips before plunging between them. “Play with your pussy for me” I whispered.

Kassidy sauntered backward to the bed undoing her bra, “Yes my King” she said with such passion and lust in her breath. Kassidy shed off her panties laying on the bed. Placing pillows underneath herself, she spread her thighs like a flower in bloom. Her hand divided the lips of her lotus, Kassidy bathed her index finger in and out of her pussy. The sight of her exposed fat clit sent my blood rushing like a mountain river. The sun peeked from behind the grays, Kassidy was shrouded by its radiance as she enjoyed herself.  She paused just long enough to lick the sweet nectar from her fingers, beckoning me to share in her pleasure.