This is my second erotic storyline, and one that I hope you will enjoy. This story is more story based, and less about sex. Please be patient, as there is sex involved. If you are looking for a quick wank, then this isn't a story for you. This first part is more of an introduction to the rest of the story, and as a result is kind of slow to reach the climax.
I want to take the time to thank every single person that has read my stories, the good feedback, the negative feedback and the actual fans I have gained. YOU are the reason I make these stories, and I apologise for the long and unexplained absence from making short stories. It is unforgivable and I promise more transparency in the comments.
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All characters are 18 and over.
Preface
Never in a million years would I have thought that the woman of my dreams would be someone who was already long dead. If someone would have told me that I would fall in love with a ghost, I would have thought they were crazy. Hell, I might be crazy now. As I lay here gently caressing my soulmate's shoulder and kissing her neck, I couldn't imagine a much sweeter insanity than this.
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Chapter One
"Colton! The realtor is calling back!" My mother yells at me from the kitchen.
I breathe a sigh of contempt; I am currently busy reading Eclipse by Stephanie Meyer. I guess you could call me a hopeless romantic. I close the book and get out of bed, making the way to my bedroom door.
"I'll be there in just a second!" I yell back, as I crack open the door.
The landlord in question that is calling is not for my current address, but the one that I am planning on moving to. At 20 years old, I have a job and am looking to gain some sort of independence from my mother. I have finally saved up enough money to pay for the deposit on a cheap house, which I am looking for.
I open my door the rest of the way, and make my way down the hallway into the living room. My feet are barefoot against the cold hardwood floor, sending goosebumps up my body.
I make my way into the kitchen where my mother is busy stalling on the phone, asking random questions about the house.
"Mom, give me the phone!" I tell her, attempting to wrestle the phone from her hand. Despite being in the year 2016, we still have landlines in our house.
I successfully pry the phone out of my mother's hands, putting the speaker to my ear. "Hello?" I ask, motioning for my mother to give me some privacy.
"Hello, this is Katherine. Am I speaking with Colton?" Katherine asks rhetorically.
"Yes, this is Colton." I reply in a cheerful voice.
"Ok, great! So, I have called to let you know that the house is still available for lease, and the two potential buyers in front of you have canceled. I was wondering if you were still considering the house?" Katherine asks, in an equally cheerful tone.
"Yes, I am still considering it. When is the next time you have scheduled to sign the lease papers?" I ask, excited that the house is still available. I was almost certain the house would be taken by now.
"I actually have the next two hours free. Would three o'clock work?" Katherine asks.
"Three works great for me." I tell her.
"Ok, we will see you then!" Katherine replies, then tells me goodbye.
I hang up the phone, feeling more excited than I probably should be. It is just a house, after all. I grab my keys, and head out the front door to get in my car. As I start my car, I catch myself thinking about the house. I didn't like the house at first, but as I look at it more I find myself inexplicably drawn to it.
The house itself is nothing special; it is a two story house with green paint and white trim. When you open the front door, there is a bathroom and stairs to your immediate left and right, respectively. Directly in front of you, there is a long hallway that branches into a kitchen on your left, a closet under the stairs, with finally an open living room at the end of the hallway. That's about it for the first story.
Back at the staircase, there is three steps before a ninety degree turn, leading left parallel to the hallway downstairs. After about ten steps, there is another left ninety degree turn that leads to a very small hallway. There is another bathroom to your left (directly above the hallway downstairs,) a bedroom directly ahead, and two bedrooms to your right. That is about it for the entire tour. Like I said earlier, nothing special.
I pull up alongside the house, where Katherine is already waiting for me. I turn off the engine, take my keys out of the ignition and stow them in my pocket. I shield my eyes from the unforgiving sun; I forgot to bring sunglasses. I walk up the driveway and see that Katherine already has the lease papers in her hands, which are trying to free themselves in the wind.
Katherine meets me half way up the driveway, shaking my hand. We walk up the driveway, going to the front door where my eyes are finally shielded from the bright summer sun. Katherine opens the front door, and motions for me to come inside. She leads me to the living room, where there is a small bar built into the kitchen countertop. Katherine clearly looks nervous, as though she doesn't want to be here.
"So, these are all the lease papers. It's quite a stack, as you can see." Katherine tells me, thumbing them as though one would thumb through a deck of playing cards.
"I can see that." I tell her, chuckling a little.
Over the next half hour, I sign miscellaneous papers with my signatures and initials. With each paper signed, I feel a growing sense of excitement. After the half hour of signing papers, I am awarded the keys to the house. After that, I drive home and start to pack my things in boxes for the rest of the night. I gather my things, and place them into boxes with labels.
Game systems, Blu Ray and DVDs go in one box while my massive CD collection gets put into separate boxes. I have mostly rock and heavy metal, while there is some select rap CDs thrown into my collection. My mother has already packed my boxes with clothes, as I do not have much. About a solid two weeks' worth of clothing is all I have. It's not that we're poor, I just don't see the need to have one-hundred plus sets of clothing.
After my mother insists on helping me move my things into my new home, we (or rather she) decide to go to the local Wal-Mart and grab a fridge full of food. Nothing fancy, just enough that I won't starve to death as she puts it. I give her a hug goodbye before I sleep in my new home for the first time, and I wave as she pulls out of the driveway.
I know my mother too well, and she will be crying the whole way back and for the rest of the night. I know she knows I am becoming a man. That would make even the most hardened mother cry, knowing that her boy is no longer little.
Chapter Two
I wake up in the morning, with my alarm clock blaring Seize the Day by Avenged Sevenfold. I unplug my iPhone from its dock, and have half a mind to throw it across the room. I think better of it, and just dismiss the alarm instead. I sit up in bed, already stressing about the day to come. It is Saturday, which is my day off work.
