The Dolls' House
 

Just to prove I’m not a one-horse pony and I can write quality drama as well as quality comedy, I present my new story: The Dolls’ House. It will develop into Adult 18+ content and therefore I have posted it in the appropriate section.

Here are the first two chapters for your delectation. Feel free to comment on them.

Chapter One: The Dare
 

THE DOLLS’ HOUSE



CHAPTER ONE


‘I dare you to go inside that old house at the end of Shady Lane and stay inside it for twenty minutes. We’ll wait outside for you.’

The girls often spent their Saturday afternoons in the park, playing truth or dare, and they were finding it increasingly more difficult to come up with original dares.

‘But...’ Amy wasn’t sure about her friend’s dare. She knew the old house and its story. “It’s...’

‘Are you chickening out?’ Kirsty said. ‘If you are, you have to do the counterfeit.’

‘Forfeit,’ Melanie corrected her.

‘Whatever,’ Kirsty said.

‘What’s the forfeit?’ Amy asked, hopefully.

‘Hang on,’ Becky said, ‘Let’s scrum.’

The other girls huddled together and whispered so that Amy couldn’t hear them. After a few moments, they came out of their scrum and Kirsty said: ‘You have to go up to a random man in the park and ask him if you can suck his dick. If he says yes, you have to do it.’

‘What?’ Amy felt herself starting to blush. She looked around the park. ‘Okay, I’ll do the old house dare.’

The other girls laughed.

‘I knew you would,’ Kirsty said.

The four girls set off for the old house which was about five minutes walk away. They left the park at the Shady Lane gate and walked down to the house which stood alone at the far corner by the common.

Amy had often passed it on the bus on her way to school and, when she was on the top deck, she could just about see above the overgrown hedge and trees in the garden. The windows were boarded up and there was a hole in the roof where some of the tiles had been dislodged. Other than that, she knew nothing about it apart from things her friends had told her. It used to be owned by an old man who had died a few years ago and since then it had been deserted.

Amy had no idea how she was going to get inside. She hoped that there was a window or door that wasn’t boarded up. If she couldn’t get in, she’d have to do the forfeit and she was too much of a good girl to do things like that.

By the time she came out of her reverie, they were standing outside the house.

‘Go on then,’ Kirsty said. ‘Twenty minutes. Take some pictures with your phone to prove you’ve been inside. Then back out here.’

Amy took a deep breath and started walking down the driveway, which was overgrown with nettles and brambles, trying her best to avoid the vicious plants and glad she’d worn jeans and not a skirt.

When she got to the house, she looked around for a way in. The front door and windows were boarded up. One of the upper windows was un-boarded but she had no chance of getting in through that one. She walked down the side of the house to the rear. Like the front garden, the rear garden was overgrown with nettles, brambles, wild roses and other plants and shrubs.

She went up to the back door of the house and tried the handle. To her surprise, it moved.

Amy let go of the door handle and got out her phone from her jeans back pocket. If she could get inside through this door it was going to be a doddle. She just wanted to get in, take her pictures, wait the requisite twenty minutes and then get the hell out of there. Some people said the house was haunted and she didn’t want to discover whether it was or wasn’t.

With her phone in hand, she tried the door again. It opened with an eerie creak and she stepped inside. Once she was inside, the door closed behind her, startling her. She looked around. She was in a hallway.

The floor was just basic wooden boards, some of which were broken. There were a couple of loose wires hanging from the ceiling which, she assumed, should be attached to a ceiling light. She was glad it was daylight although, with the windows boarded up, even in daylight, the house was only dimly lit. She adjusted the camera settings on her phone to enable clear pictures in low light.

She walked slowly down the hallway, taking one step at a time, ensuring that she didn’t step on any loose or damaged floorboards. She took a couple of pictures with her phone.

Curiosity started to get the better of her. She had twenty minutes to wait, so she decided to have a look round. She opened another door and looked inside. It was empty and, she thought, surprisingly clean for a house that had been deserted for several years.

She closed the door again and walked further down the hallway. She could see the boarded up front door at the far end and the banister of a staircase on the left hand side. She approached the staircase and took a picture of it. There was a pile of old newspapers at the bottom of the stairs, beside the front door and she noticed that the date on the top one was almost two years ago. She took a picture of them. She wondered if she should go upstairs and take a picture of the upper floor as well, just to satisfy her friends.

She placed her foot on the lower tread of the staircase, testing it for stability. It creaked under her weight but held firm. She walked step by step to the upper landing, occasionally pausing as a tread creaked and bent slightly under her weight. When she reached the landing, she looked into the bathroom to take a picture of it, expecting it to be filthy and disgusting. It was surprisingly clean.

They’ll never believe this is the same house, she thought to herself as she took the picture.

She stepped into the bathroom. There was a bath, a washbasin and a toilet. Just basic facilities. She tried on of the taps (faucets) on the washbasin. It was tight and, when it did eventually turn, nothing came out. She assumed the water supply had been disconnected. She tried the toilet flush. It didn’t work. She wondered why the bathroom was so clean if it hadn’t been used for years. She was expecting, but hoping not to see, spiders and rats.

There was another creak on the landing behind her. She froze where she stood, staring into the toilet bowl and not wanting to turn round. What if it’s a giant rat, she thought.

‘Who are you?’ It was a croaky male voice. ‘And what are you doing in my house?’



Who is there? Find out in Chapter Two

Chapter Two: The Occupant
 

CHAPTER TWO


Amy turned round to see an old man standing behind her. He looked ancient. His face was wrinkled and he had a wooden walking stick supporting him. He wore a plain pyjama top and matching bottoms. He had slippers on his feet. ‘Are you...’ she remembered the story about the old man dying. ‘Are you a ghost?’

The old man just laughed, but not in a fun way. ‘I said: who are you? And why are you here?’

‘I’m sorry,’ Amy muttered. ‘It was...’ Should she tell him the truth? She decided it would be best to. ‘It was a dare.’

‘A dare?’ the man said. ‘ ‘You like being daring do you?’ He gazed into her deep blue eyes. ‘An adventurous girl, are you?

Amy didn’t know how to respond so she stayed taciturn.

‘How old are you?’ he asked her. There was no gentleness in his voice.

‘I’m...I’m fifteen,’ she replied.

‘And very pretty, at that,’ the man said. ‘It’s been a long time since I had any real female company.’

Amy could believe that. She wondered what he was going to do.

The old man lifted his stick and pointed it at another door part-way along the landing. ‘Go in there.’

Amy looked at the door he was pointing to. She just wanted to run but the old man was blocking the staircase and she thought he looked angry. She nodded.

The old man, still blocking the staircase moved slightly to allow her to pass.

Amy tentatively stepped out of the bathroom and squeezed past the man. She walked down the landing to the door he had indicated and opened it.

When she saw the room, she was amazed. The window was not boarded up; it allowed a good deal of light in. The room was carpeted and there was a bed, complete with duvet and pillows. The room also had closets and other furnishings. It was completely contradictory to the rest of the house. This room was habitable. But the one thing which caught her attention was a collection of dolls, of all sizes and styles, scattered around the room.

There must have been hundreds of dolls. Some were undressed, others had clothes on. All were different. She noticed dolls in different national dress styles; she noticed a collection of Barbie dolls in various costumes; she noticed plastic dolls; ceramic dolls; she noticed rag dolls and, in one corner of the room, she couldn’t miss a life-size blow-up doll, fully inflated, with almost life-like features. Amy suddenly realised what the man had meant when he said: “It’s been a long time since I had any real female company.”

‘Inside,’ the man said as he walked up behind her.

‘I thought the house was empty,’ Amy said, absently as she stepped into the room.

The man followed her in, closing the door behind him. ‘So, what’s your name?’ he said, not answering her.

‘A... Amy,’ she stuttered. ‘Amy Willets.’

‘Pretty name,’ the man said. ‘Sit down.’

Amy looked around and saw a chair beside the bed. She went over to it and sat down.

‘On the bed,’ the man said. ‘Sit on the bed.’

Amy got up from the chair and sat down on the edge of the bed. She could not take her eyes off the dolls. They seemed to be watching her.

‘My name’s Edward,’ the man said. ‘Do you like my girls?’

Amy realised that he had seen her staring at the dolls. She nodded in agreement. The dolls, his girls, were very pretty. She noticed that the man’s eyes were on her, looking her up and down. She bit her lower lip.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe,’ Edward said, ‘I find it very difficult to perform at my age. My...’ he gave a sharp laugh and put a hand to the crotch of his pyjama bottoms. ‘My soldier rarely stands to attention these days. I think it’s time he was discharged and returned to civvy street.’

Amy tried to smile but she was still scared what might happen to her.

‘Do you have a boyfriend?’

Amy was surprised by Edward’s question. ‘Er...no,’ she said, ‘I don’t.’ She had never had a boyfriend. ‘Why?’

‘No reason,’ Edward said.

Amy suspected that he did have a reason for asking but wasn’t telling her.

‘I think I’ve been here too long,’ Edward said. ‘I doubt very much if I have much longer in this world.’ He just appeared to be rambling on, rather than speaking specifically to Amy.

Amy, however, was listening intently to him. ‘Don’t say that,’ she said, ‘I bet you’ve got years ahead of you yet.’

Edward laughed. ‘Do you know how old I am?’

Amy shook her head. She obviously didn’t.

‘Older than you can imagine,’ he said, cryptically, ‘but no-one lives forever.’ He paused. ‘There’s still much I would like to do but no time to do it.’ He seemed to be rambling to himself again.

‘And you’ve been here all that time on your own?’ Amy wondered out loud.

‘Look around you,’ Edward said. ‘I’m not alone.’

Amy’s eyes wandered back to the collection of dolls.

He pointed his walking stick at the life-size doll in the corner of the room. ‘Meredith keeps me company much of the time but, at the end of the day...’ he left his sentence unfinished.

Amy looked at Meredith, then back to Edward.

‘It would, however, be nice to see a nubile young human female body again.’ Using his walking stick, he approached her, very slowly and deliberately.

Amy started to feel nervous, despite Edward’s soldier being AWOL, so to speak. Her eyes unconsciously wandered to Edward’s crotch area. She’d never seen a soldier before, either on leave or on active duty. She wondered what his soldier looked like. Oddly, she had visions of Sergeant Bilko, rather than Andy McNab.

Then, she remembered her dare. Time was passing. If she didn’t get out of the house soon, she’d fail the dare and she’d have to do Kirsty’s forfeit: suck a random man’s dick. Then she would find out what a soldier looked like. She glanced at the time on her phone. Shit, she thought, too late.

‘Are those your friends outside?’ Edward brought her out of her reverie.

Amy looked up at him and narrowed her eyebrows. How does he know the others are outside, she wondered. ‘Ye-yes,’ she said.

‘I’d like you to do something for me,’ Edward said, sitting down on the bed beside her. ‘If you do, you’re free to go.’



What does he want her to do? And how does he know the other girls are outside? Find out in Chapter Three.

great story i am anticipating the next chapter

Great story so far, can't wait to find out happens in the next chapters

Chapter 3 - The Forfeit
 

CHAPTER THREE

Kirsty, Becky and Melanie waited patiently on the footpath outside the old house, wondering where Amy had got to.

‘Where is she?’ Becky finally asked.

Kirsty just shrugged her shoulders.

‘Should we go and look for her?’ Melanie piped up. ‘It’s been almost half an hour now and she should have been back out.’

‘Has she got a watch?’ Becky suggested. ‘Maybe she don’t know the time.’

‘It’s on her phone,’ Melanie said. ‘She didn’t want to go in there in the first place so she’s not going to be in there longer than necessary.’

‘She chose dare,’ Kirsty said defiantly.

Melanie took out her phone and started to dial a number.

‘What are you doing?’ Kirsty said.

‘Calling her,’ Melanie said, ‘to see if she’s okay.’

‘Put the fucking phone away,’ Kirsty said. ‘If she’s got stuck, it’s her fault.’

Melanie paused in her dialling and put her phone away.

Kirsty was the dominant member of the group and no-one wanted to tangle with her. ‘She’s already lost the dare because she took too long. When she does come out, she has to do the forfeit.’ Kirsty gave an evil smile. ‘We wait for her.’

A few minutes later, Amy came running up the driveway. ‘Done it,’ she called out.

Kirsty tapped her wrist. ‘Too late,’ she called back. ‘Counterfeit time.’

‘Forfeit,’ Melanie corrected her.

‘Shut it,’ Kirsty said.

Amy tried to regain her breath as she joined the group of girls. ‘Sorry,’ she said, ‘but I got held up. Got my...er, jeans caught on a... something.’

Kirsty inspected Amy’s jeans. ‘Don’t see any damage to them. Anyway, you were told to be out in twenty and you failed. So you do the counter...’ she exchanged a glance with Melanie, ‘forfeit.’

Amy took a deep breath. ‘Do I have to?’ She gave Kirsty a little-puppy-dog look. ‘I did the dare. Look.’ She took out her phone. ‘I got the pictures of the inside of the house.’

‘No exceptions to the rules, Ames,’ Kirsty maintained. ‘You do the count... forfeit. We all agreed at the start.’

‘Please,’ Amy’s voice started to crack. ‘I c-can’t.’

‘Park,’ Kirsty insisted. ‘Now.’

Amy put her phone away in her jeans pocket and wiped a stray tear away from her eye as she followed the others back to the park.

<<< * >>>

The four girls stood by a group of trees beside the public toilets in the park, watching people passing by.

‘Okay, Ames,’ Kirsty said, ‘You choose someone or we’ll choose for you. You ask him if if he wants you to suck his dick, or whatever words you want to use. If he says yes, you bring him up here, introduce him to us, then take him behind the toilet block where you can’t be seen by anyone except us. We’ll make sure you do it.’

‘Wh... what if... what if... he says he doesn’t want me to do it?’ Amy asked.

‘Then you get off lightly.’

‘I’m not sure how to... do it,’ Amy said.

‘It’s easy,’ Kirsty said.

‘Yep,’ Becky said, ‘Kirsty should know.’

Kirsty glared pointy daggers at Becky, then turned back to Amy. ‘You kneel in front of him, take his dick in your mouth and suck on it. Roll your tongue around it. Use your imagination.’

‘So who do you want?’ Becky asked.

Amy looked round at the people walking past, looking for a man who she thought might refuse her offer. Most of the men walking round the park were younger men in their twenties or thirties. She knew that most of them would jump at the chance. Where were all the older men when you wanted them, she thought.

‘Come on,’ Kirsty said, ‘If you don’t choose now, we’ll choose one.’

Amy chose a man who was jogging past . She thought he looked to be in a hurry and might say no. She prayed that he would. ‘That one there.’ She pointed at him as he approached. ‘The jogger.’

‘Okay,’ Kirsty said, ‘I’ll go with you to make sure you ask him.’

Amy sighed and walked out onto the path as the jogger got closer. Kirsty followed her. Amy waved at the jogger as he ran by. ‘Excuse me,’ she said.

The jogger paused, running on the spot beside the two girls. ‘Yeah?’ he said.

‘I hope you don’t mind me asking,’ Amy began, ‘but would you...’ she looked at Kirsty and then back to the jogger. ‘Would you like me to er... suck... your...’ she struggled for the right word. ‘your cock?’

The jogger raised his eyebrows, looked at Amy and said: ‘Are you for real?’

‘I understand if you don’t want me to,’ Amy added, ‘I don’t mind.’

‘Fucking do want you to,’ the jogger said. ‘Where?’

Amy could tell that the guy was thinking it was Christmas. She pointed at the toilet block and said, reluctantly, ‘Behind there.’

The jogger saw Becky and Melanie and then looked at Kirsty as well. ‘Do I get a blow from your mates as well?’ he said.

Kirsty shook her head. ‘Don’t push your luck,’ she told him. ‘It’s a once-only offer from Amy here.’

The jogger followed Amy and Kirsty up towards the toilet block and Amy took him behind he block where they were completely out of view of anyone else in the park.

The jogger pulled down his jogging bottoms. He had nothing underneath them and his semi erect penis sprung up, pointing ominously at Amy. ‘Go for it then, babe,’ he said.

Amy looked round and saw the other girls watching as she knelt down in front of the lucky guy. ‘I’m sorry if I don’t do it right,’ she said. She then moved her head closer to the jogger’s pride and joy and opened her mouth. Her mouth enveloped the now erect penis and her lips closed around it. Amy started to suck on the weapon.

The jogger didn’t take very long. Within a couple of minutes, he started to groan and moan. ‘Yeah, babe, yeah,’ he mumbled. He took hold of the back of Amy’s head with his hand and held her firmly in place.

‘He’s coming,’ Amy heard Kirsty say.

Amy felt a spurt of warm salty fluid fill her mouth. She tried to withdraw but the jogger held her in place. She felt another spurt and could not prevent herself from swallowing it. She wanted to throw up.

The jogger let go of her head and she moved away from him, releasing his penis from her mouth.

Amy tried to spit out the alien liquid from her mouth, but she had already swallowed most of it.

The jogger pulled up his jogging bottoms. ‘Thanks, babe,’ he said, ‘That was great.’ He smiled at the other girls and then set off to resume his jogging session.

Amy stood up and scowled at Kirsty. Bitch, she thought to herself. ‘So,’ she said out loud, ‘my turn to ask someone?’.

‘You know what,’ Kirsty said with a smile, ‘Time’s getting on. Let’s call it a day for today.’

You know what? Amy thought, You’ll get yours.




Will Amy get her revenge on Kirsty? Find out the answer - and the answers to the questions posed at the end of Chapter Two - in Chapter Four or maybe Chapter Five, depending on how things pan out.

Chapter 4: The Promise
 

CHAPTER FOUR


As she travelled to school on the top deck of the ninety-four bus, Amy passed the old house where she had met the old man and she remembered her promise to him. She would keep her promise and, she swore, she would get her revenge on Kirsty for making her endure that forfeit. With a bit of ingenuity, she may be able to complete both tasks in one; kill two birds with one stone, so to speak.

Amy liked Edward. True, he had frightened her at first but then she had trespassed inside his house. She was also enthralled by his collection of dolls and, in particular, by the one he called Meredith. She wondered if all the other dolls had names. She remembered a doll she owned when she was younger. She called it Rosie. Rosie was long gone. Amy wondered where Edward had got his dolls from; had he collected them over the many years of his life. She didn’t think men collected dolls. There were so many questions she wanted to ask him, but she didn’t get the opportunity. Maybe she would see him again soon. She certainly would if she kept her promise to him.

‘Ames?’

‘What?’ Amy looked up.

‘School.’ It was Melanie. ‘You daydreaming again?’ Melanie got up and started walking down the aisle of the bus to stairs.

Amy looked out of the window and saw that they were approaching the school. She glanced at her watch. It was eight-fifty. She grabbed her bag from the floor between her legs, got up from her seat and followed Melanie and several other pupils off the bus.

‘Sorry about Saturday, Ames,’ Melanie said as the two friends walked through the school gates, ‘If it had been up to me, I’d have said you’d completed the dare.’

Amy just nodded in silence.

‘But you know what Kirsty and Becky are like,’ Melanie continued, ‘They can be bitches at times. Especially Kirsty. She’s’

‘Mel,’ Amy suddenly said, ‘Shut up about it. Just fucking forget it.’

It was Melanie’s turn to nod in silence.

As the two girls walked through the car park, there was a hoot from one of the teachers’ cars. Melanie gave a brief wave; Amy ignored it.

They went in through the main entrance, along with other pupils, and made their way to their form room in total silence.

Their form teacher, Mr. McDonald, walked in carrying a pile of folders. He dropped them on his desk and took out a pen from his jacket pocket. ‘Good morning, Kiddies,’ he said.

Amy looked up and smiled at him. She thought he was hot. She’d give him a blow job any time.

‘Right,’ he said, picking up a sheet of paper from the top of the pile of folders, ‘Let’s get the register done and you can go to your first classes. He looked round the class. ‘Kirsty Addams?’

‘Here, Sir,’ came the voice of Kirsty Addams.

Amy looked round and exchanged a glance with Kirsty. She decided to start formulating her revenge.

<<< * >>>

Mr. James, the Chemistry teacher, was a bit old-fangled and stuck in his ways. Amy liked Chemistry but, because she often kept herself abreast of new developments, she often felt that she knew more about it than he did. She sat through the discussion of fractional distillation making notes on what she was going to do about her promise to Edward and her revenge on Kirsty. It had to be planned perfectly because she didn’t think Kirsty would fall for it otherwise.

She turned round and glanced at Kirsty and Becky, sitting next to each other at the back. Kirsty looked up at her and Amy just smiled and went back to her notes.

‘So, the equipment is all set up on the benches,’ Mr. James said, ‘If you want to get into pairs or groups of three and start the experiment.’ He looked up at the wall clock. ‘You have forty-five minutes.’

Experiment? Amy thought, what experiment? She looked around at the benches and saw the distillation equipment. ‘Oh, yeah,’ she said. She looked across at Melanie and scuttled over to her. ‘Mel,’ she said, ‘ you want to be with me?’

Melanie gave her a sheepish smile.

‘I’m sorry about earlier, Mel,’ Amy said, ‘I shouldn’t have yelled at you.’

‘No probs,’ Mel said. She gave Amy another smile. ‘Yeah, I’d love to be in your group.’

The two girls went to find a set of distillation equipment.

Amy looked round and saw Kirsty and Becky a couple of stations further down the bench. ‘Let’s use the ones next to Kirsty,’ Amy suggested.

‘Okay,’ Melanie agreed.

They went to the equipment station next to Kirsty and Becky, but no words were spoken between the two pairs of girls.

‘Do you know how to do this?’ Melanie said.

‘Yeah,’ Amy said, ‘In my sleep.’ She made a start on setting up the equipment. Melanie just watched her do it. Every so often, Amy glanced across at Kirsty and Becky, who were making a complete mess of theirs. She stifled a laugh and continued with her experiment.

~ * ~

The bell rang on the dot at three-fifteen and the whole class breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Amy picked up her bag and waited for Mr James to give them the word.

‘Right, you may go, if you wish,’ Mr James said, ‘but remember you have a mock exam next week, so make sure you fully revise all the relevant topics.’

Amy made her way to the door and was the first out.

‘Ames,’ Melanie called out, ‘’What’s the rush? You getting the bus?’

Amy paused and turned to see Melanie running up behind her. When her friend had finally caught up, Amy continued down the corridor.

‘I have things to do,’ Amy said. She left the school by the main entrance and rushed down to the main shopping area.

‘Where are you going?’ Melanie was still in tow.

Amy went into a second-hand shop and found the bric-a-brac section. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘ It’s still here.’ She picked up a small male doll - one of those action figures that boys often dress up in soldier’s uniforms, but this one was unclothed. She took it to the checkout counter.

‘What do you want that for?’ Melanie said, as Amy paid the £2.50 to the shop assistant.

‘It’s for my little brother,’ Amy lied.

‘You’re a single child, Ames,’ Melanie said.

‘Can you keep a secret?’ Amy said. When Melanie nodded, Amy added: ‘Well, so can I.’

Amy left the second-hand shop with her purchase and made her way to the next shop - an adult shop with the windows blacked out. ‘This is the tricky bit,’ Amy said, realising they were still in school uniform. She opened the door and stepped inside.

At the counter, she took a deep breath and said: ‘I’ve come for Edward’s item.’

‘Edward?’ Melanie, who had followed her in, said. Melanie looked up at the shop assistant, gave a smile and said: ‘It’s okay, we’re eighteen and going to a fancy dress party.’

‘It’s okay, Mel,’ Amy assured her. ‘Edward said it would be okay.’

‘Who’s Edward?’ Melanie saw a display of dildos beside the counter and picked one up to have a closer look.

The shop assistant produced a box from below the counter. It said on the box: “Inflatable man, fully functional”.

‘How much is this one?’ Melanie asked, holding up the dildo.

‘£29.99,’ the shop assistant said.

‘Put it away,’ Amy said, picking up her boxed inflatable man.

‘Do you need anything to blow it up with?’ the shop assistant said.

‘Amy has plenty of experience in blowing things...’ Melanie said, as Amy punched her in the shoulder.

‘Shut, it,’ Amy said. She paid for the item and waited for the assistant to put it in a bag.

Amy made her way to the old house. Melanie followed.

‘Where are you going?’ Melanie said.

‘To keep a promise,’ Amy replied.

Chapter 5: The Plan
 

CHAPTER FIVE


Amy made her way carefully into the house through the rear door and up the staircase to the upper landing.

Melanie had followed her. ‘What’s going on?’ Melanie said.

‘Stay here,’ Amy said. She still wasn’t sure about Melanie being here, but she didn’t want to startle Edward by bringing someone new in. She was also wary of walking in whilst Edward was maybe in a state of undress. She knocked on the bedroom door. There was no reply. She knocked again and opened the door, peeping inside, half-closing her eyes. ‘Edward?’ she said. ‘It’s me. Amy. I have your...’ She opened her eyes and saw him.

Edward was lying perfectly still on the bed. Amy went over to him. ‘Edward?’

‘What’s going on, Ames?’ Melanie had followed her in. ‘Who’s... Wow, this room is gorgeous.’ She looked round at the dolls and the plush carpet and bedding.

Amy dropped her purchases on the floor. ‘He’s dead,’ she said, as a tear fell onto her cheek. ‘I’m too late.’

Melanie looked at the old man on the bed. ‘Is this Edward?’

‘He’s dead,’ Amy repeated. ‘I’m too late.’ She started to sob.

Melanie lifted Edward’s arm and put two fingers to his wrist. ‘No pulse,’ she confirmed. ‘And he’s not breathing, is he?’

Amy sat down on the edge of the bed, and started to cry. ‘Too late.’

‘He’s still warm,’ Melanie said, ‘ and rigor mortis hasn’t set in yet, so it hasn’t been long.

‘I’m still keeping my promise,’ Amy said. She looked up at Melanie. ‘Do you want to come to a sleepover here at the weekend?’

‘Here?’ Melanie said, ‘ With a corpse here?’

‘We have to move him into another room,’ Amy said. ‘He wanted me to bring you all to a sleepover at the weekend.’

‘What’s going on?’ Melanie asked. She walked over to the window and looked out. ‘This window isn’t boarded,’ she said, ‘You can see out. Look, you can see the street from here.’

Amy glanced over. Was that how Edward knew that the other girls were outside on Saturday? Was he watching her coming in?

Melanie looked back to Amy. ‘So, what’s going on?’

‘It’s a long story,’ Amy said, ‘and it’d take too long to tell it.’

‘Sleepover?’ Melanie looked around the room at the dolls. She focussed on the inflated Meredith in the corner. ‘Wow,’ she said, ‘ That’s an impressive.’ She glanced down at the bagged item that Amy had bought from the adult shop. ‘You’ve bought a blow-up man to keep her company?’

‘Mel,’ Amy said, getting up from the bed, ‘We have to get Kirsty and Becky here.’ She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. ‘A sleepover at the weekend. We need to bring everything we need, including food and drinks. There’s no electricity and water here. Torches, as well. It’ll be dark early.’

‘Please, Ames,’ Melanie said, ‘Tell me what’s going on, you’re scaring me.’

‘I told you, Mel,’ Amy said, ‘I’m keeping a promise to Edward.’

~*~

‘A sleepover?’ Kirsty said, ‘Cool.’

Amy had gathered the girls in the refectory at school the following day.

‘Who’s house?’ Becky said, ‘My mum definitely won’t allow it.’

Amy took a deep breath. ‘At the old house.’ When the other girls gave her a quizzical look, she felt it was necessary to explain a few things. ‘There’s one room that’s fully furnished. A big bed, carpet, wardrobe, everything you’d expect in a standard bedroom.’

Melanie came over to the table carrying a tray with four cups of fizzy drink on it. ‘Dolls...’ she added as she put the tray on the table and sat down.

Kirsty looked at Melanie. ‘Dolls?’

‘Never mind,’ Amy said, ‘ It’ll be fun. We just need to take everything we need. Food, drinks, change of clothes,...’ She took one of the cups and started to suck her drink through the straw.

‘Toilet paper,’ Melanie added. She chose her own drink.

‘What do we tell parents?’ Becky asked, taking the third drink and offering the last one to Kirsty.

‘That’s the beauty of it,’ Amy said. ‘Kirsty gives her mum my mobile number, I give my mum Melanie’s number, Melanie gives her mum Becky’s number and Becky gives her mum Kirsty’s number. Then, if, for example, Kirsty’s mum rings, I just say “Yes, Kirsty’s here, do you want to speak to her?” And the same all round the group.’

‘You seem to have this all planned out,’ Becky said.

‘In Chem yesterday,’ Amy confessed. ‘Look, it’ll be fun.’ Amy had decided not to tell Kirsty or Becky about Edward, and she had made Melanie promise not to say anything either.

Amy had planned to get to the house early on Friday evening with Melanie and to move Edward’s corpse into another room, away from the main bedroom. The sleepover would then be in just the one room. Anyone who needed the toilet would have to go out into the garden, but no plan was perfect.

‘What if our parents say no,’ Becky said.

‘They won’t,’ Amy said. ‘Yours and Kirsty’s parents will be glad to see the back of you. Kirsty does what she likes anyway.’

Kirsty glared pointy daggers at Amy.

‘We need boys,’ Becky said.

‘Yeah,’ Kirsty agreed. ‘Boys.’

‘No boys,’ Amy said, ‘Just us four.’

‘Where’s the fun in that?’ Kirsty said.

‘You’ll see,’ Amy said. She had a few more surprises up her sleeve. Especially for Kirsty. Her revenge would be sweet.


How will the sleepover go?
Will there be boys?
What will Amy’s revenge be?
Find out soon.

Great story so far anxiously waiting for revenge

Chapter 6: The Final Preparations
 

CHAPTER SIX


Amy and Melanie left school promptly on Thursday afternoon and got off the bus in Shady Lane. Amy had asked her friend to help her move Edward’s body into another room and to prepare a few things for the sleepover.

With a bit of a struggle through the brambles, they eventually got to the house and went in through the back door and up to the landing. Even though it was still light outside, it was dim inside the house because most of the windows were boarded up. They both took a deep breath and Amy opened the bedroom door.

Edward was not there. The body had disappeared.

“Where is he?” Melanie said.

Amy just shrugged her shoulders. She had no idea. He was there when they left the house on Monday.

Melanie picked up the box with the inflatable man in it. “This chap’s still here,” she said. She opened the box and took out the deflated inflatable man. She unfolded it and straightened it out. “How do you do it?” she asked.

Amy had been looking round the room for Edward. She got down on her knees and peered under the bed. Nothing but dust.

She got up again. “What?” She saw what Melanie was doing. “What are you doing?”

Melanie was trying to blow up the man. She had him half-inflated before she ran out of breath. “Maybe you should have got something to blow him with,” Melanie said.

“Give him here,” Any said. She put the nozzle to her mouth and started to blow. She inflated the man a bit more. He was almost fully inflated by now. She took a breath. “It’s easier than blowing up a paddling pool,” she said.

Melanie nodded. “And infinitely more satisfying,” she giggled.

The inflatable man’s penis was now stiffening and pointing directly upwards at Melanie.

Amy gave the man a few more blows and slipped the cap onto the nozzle. “It may need a bit more,” she said. “I can bring my bike pump to finish him off.”

“What are you going to do with him?” Melanie looked at the man’s stiff penis. “Or shouldn’t I ask?”

“Edward asked me to get him,” Any said. “He had ordered him a few days ago but couldn’t get out to the shop. I think he wanted him as a companion for Meredith.” Amy pointed at the inflatable woman in the corner.

“Are you serious?”

Amy nodded.

Melanie picked up the box and read from the lid. “Inflatable man. Fully functional.” She looked at Amy. “What does fully functional mean?”

Amy tapped the inflatable manhood. “Use your imagination.”

Melanie looked at Meredith. “Is she fully functional as well?”

“I don’t know,” Amy said, “I never noticed.” Amy put the inflatable man on the bed and went over to Meredith. She had a good look at the woman. “She’s got a small aperture where her... you know,... should be.”

“Her ‘you know’?” Melanie said. “What’s a ‘you know’?”

“You know,” Amy said.

“Anyway,” Melanie said, “Where’s Edward gone?”

Amy shook her head. “No idea.”

They took a look in some of the other rooms in the house but Edward was nowhere to be seen.

“Do you think someone’s been here?” Melanie said, when they reconvened back in the bedroom.

“Doubt it,” Amy said. “Who? And why would they?”

It was Melanie’s turn to shrug. She picked up the little Action Man that Amy had bought from the second-hand shop. “Did Edward want this as well?”

Amy looked. “No,” she said. “I was going to get it as a present for him. He didn’t have any male dolls, so I thought why not.”

“I see,” Melanie said. She put the Action Man down on the bed beside the inflatable. She looked round at all the female dolls. “What now?”

“Now?” Amy paused a moment. “Now, we start to prepare for the sleepover.”

~*~*~

On Friday afternoon, the girls had a free study period to prepare for their mock exams, so they had arranged to gather in a quiet corner of the school library.

Amy and Melanie went there together. They had things to discuss in private. Both were still mystified by the disappearance of the corpse from the bedroom and they were throwing around ideas about what might have occurred. The only logical answer seemed to be the most illogical: Giant rats had eaten it.

Amy and Melanie arrived at the school library and found their study desk. Becky turned up a few minutes later and sat with them.

Kirsty was the last to arrive and, when she finally turned up, they started to plan the sleepover. They had all gained permission from their parents to stay at each others’ houses and they had started to put aside some of the items they needed.

“Okay,” Amy said, taking the lead since it was her idea, “We need to list everything we need. There’s not much there in the way of supplies.”

“I’ll bring the food,” Melanie said. “Snacks and things, to keep us going.”

Amy took a pen, an A4 refill pad and a Helix shatterproof ruler from her bag and started to draw columns. She wrote a name at the top of each column. “Right, we’ll assign different things to different people.” She started to write ‘Food’ under Melanie’s column. “We also need water.”

“I’ll bring that,” Becky said, “I can fill empty lemonade and coke bottles up before I leave home.”

Amy wrote it down under Becky’s column. “We’ll need at least two litres per person, so I suggest everyone brings their own.” She wrote ‘Water’ under all four columns.

“Torches or candles,” Melanie chimed in, “And matches to light the candles with.”

(For our transatlantic friends, a torch is a flashlight!)

“Toilet paper?” Melanie said.

Changes of clothes,” Kirsty said.

Music, CDs,” Becky said, “And a portable CD player.”

Sleeping bags?” Melanie said.

“I think the bedroom’s comfortable enough,” Amy said, “And the bed is certainly big enough for us all to snuggle together.” She winked at Kirsty.

“I’ll bring my own anyway,” Melanie said.

“Me too,” Kirsty said.

“I’ve got a portable DVD player,” Becky said. “I could bring a DVD.”

“Make sure you charge the batteries up, then,” Amy said, “There’s no electric supply.”

“And everyone charge up their phones,” Melanie suggested.

Everyone nodded.

This went on for almost half an hour and by the time they’d finished suggesting things, the columns were almost even.

“I just thought,” Kirsty said, “Make up.”

Everyone looked at Kirsty.

“We’re doing a sleepover,” Amy said, “Not a night out.”

“Just saying,” Kirsty said.

They started to decide what they’d do on the sleepover. They all decided to continue their game of truth or dare and, since Amy was the last to be dared, she would be the first to ask someone.

“What about if we make it more interesting,” Becky suggested.

“Like what?” Amy asked.

“I could bring a pack of cards and we could play twenty-one or poker or something, but with a truth or dare twist to it.”

“Bring them,” Amy said, “We’ll have till Sunday evening, so anything could happen.” She gave Kirsty a sly glance as she said 'anything could happen'.

Amy went over to the photocopier and made four copies of her list. She gave one to each girl and kept one herself. “Right,” she said, “Everyone pack their stuff and meet by the old house at six-thirty this evening. If anyone can think of anything else that we might need,” she looked at Kirsty. “Anything IMPORTANT, then bring it along. If you can bring some money with you as well, then if we need anything else then someone can get it from Asbury’s tomorrow.”

Amy asked if there were any questions and then finished with: “Everyone wear jeans. The brambles and nettles on that driveway are vicious.”

They started to do a bit of revision before the study period was over. Amy thought about her plans for Kirsty. It was going perfectly.



THE WAIT IS NEARLY OVER:

In the next chapter, the Sleepover begins.

I'll be waiting patiently

Interested to see how this goes, its very origional

Chapter 7: The Sleepover
 

CHAPTER SEVEN


Amy arrived at the old house early with a back pack and a large sports holdall. She had a few final preparations to carry out.

She went straight into the house, carrying her two bags of supplies. In the bedroom she dropped her bags on the bed and started to rummage through one of them. She found what she was looking for: a small camcorder, fully charged and ready to go. She looked around for somewhere to hide it. She knew that Becky and Kirsty would be curious as soon as they saw the room and they would start poking around. She had to hide it where there would be a good view of the room but where the others wouldn’t find it.

She saw a shelf with a row of books on it. None of the other girls were particularly erudite and she doubted if they would pick up a book voluntarily. She climbed up onto a small footstool and placed the camcorder in between two books in the centre of the shelf so that it was facing the bed. It was a fairly slim-line device so it couldn’t easily be seen unless you were right on top of it. She set it on standby.

She went to her bag and took out the small remote control unit, no bigger than a small cell-phone. She slipped it in her jeans pocket; it to have to be on hand when she needed it. She then set about unpacking her other supplies.

~*~

The other girls arrived outside the old house on the dot at six-thirty, carrying bags full of supplies. Amy got back out in time to greet them. She led them down the overgrown driveway towards the house.

“Ouch!” said Kirsty.

“Fuck!” Becky cursed, “Ow!”

“I told you to wear jeans,” Amy said, realising that Kirsty and Becky had both worn short skirts. Melanie, she noticed, had been more sensible.

“My jeans are in my bag,” Kirsty said.

“Well, they’re not much use in there are they?” Amy said.

At the house, Amy led them to the back door and into the hallway. It was darker inside than it was outside because all the windows had been boarded up, so Melanie took out a torch to light the way.

She led them up the stairs and into the main bedroom.

“Fuck me,” Kirsty said, “It’s amazing.”

Becky went over to a collection of dolls and picked one up. “Isn’t it sweet?” she said. She then ventured over to the inflated inflatable man: fully functional. She stroked the stiff penis which still stood proud. “It’s realistic isn’t it?” she said.

“Ask Amy,” Kirsty blurted out. “She’s seen one close up.”

Amy held her anger in. She avoided looking at the camcorder; she didn’t want to alert the others to its presence. Kirsty would soon get hers.

Kirsty went to a chest of drawers and opened the top drawer. She started to rifle through it. “Look at the stuff in here,” she said.

“Stop it,” Amy said. She couldn’t tell Kirsty or Becky about the old man who lived there and Melanie had also been sworn to silence.

Kirsty held up a small pack of condoms. “Balloons, anyone?”

“Put them back,” Amy said. “Let’s unpack our stuff.”

The four girls started to unpack and have something to eat. Melanie had brought a variety of snacks and she had asked her mum to make some sandwiches. She had also brought a two-litre bottle of lemonade and four plastic cups.

The girls sat on the bed and ate before doing anything else. They saved half for later; it would be a long night.

After they had eaten, Kirsty said: “Okay, let’s play truth or dare.”

The bedroom window was not boarded up and, as it was early May, it was still fairly light.

“I start, then,” Amy said. She couldn’t ask Kirsty immediately. They had a rule that you couldn’t ask the same person who had just asked you and Kirsty was the last one to dare her. Amy looked at Becky. “Becky, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Becky said.

“Chicken,” Amy said. “Okay, have you ever given another girl oral?”

Becky glanced at Kirsty and then back at Amy.

Amy was sure she saw Kirsty give Becky a ‘you dare’ scowl.

“No,” Becky said.

Amy was not sure. She decided to let Becky off with it for the present. She’d use it later.

“Melanie,” Becky said, “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Melanie said. “Why not?”

Becky thought for a moment. “I dare you to drop your jeans and rub yourself through your panties for two minutes.”

Melanie knew the forfeit would be ten times worse so she reluctantly unzipped and unbuttoned her jeans and lowered them to her ankles, exposing a pair of pink panties.

“I’ve got a second hand on my watch,” Amy said, “I’ll keep the time.”

Melanie placed her hand over her crotch.

“Okay,” Amy said, looking at her watch, “Start... Now!”

Melanie started to rub her slit through her panties. She used one finger to start with but, after about ten or thirty seconds, she started to use two fingers on her slit. By the time the first minute was up, she was using her whole hand, including the palm.

“Thirty seconds to go,” Amy said, when there was thirty seconds left.

Melanie wasn’t listening; she was getting into it.

Becky and Kirsty were mesmerised watching Melanie rubbing herself.

Amy was also captivated by it but she felt obliged to keep checking the time as well.

“Ten seconds...”

Melanie had her eyes closed. She was starting to gasp.

“Five seconds... four... three... two.. one... Stop.”

Melanie stopped. She opened her eyes and saw the others staring at her. “That was amazing,” she said.

“Jeans up,” Becky said.

Amy glanced at Melanie’s panties and noticed a slight damp patch. She wasn’t sure if it was perspiration or something else. She didn’t ask.

Melanie pulled her jeans back up and refastened them. “Okay,” she said, “My turn.” She focussed on Kirsty. “Kirsty, truth or dare?”

“Well, as it’s you, Mel,” Kirsty smiled, “I’ll choose dare.”

“I dare you to take your panties off, assuming you’re wearing some, and do a handstand against the wall...” She pointed to the wall at the side of the bed, “...and hold it there for thirty seconds.”

If Kirsty does this, Amy thought to herself, it’s a result. Kirsty would be in the perfect position to be captured by the camcorder. She tried to use telepathy to persuade Kirsty to do it.

“What’s the forfeit?” Kirsty asked.

Amy, Becky and Melanie huddled together and whispered. After a few seconds, they parted and Melanie smiled.

“You have to strip completely and outside into the street for one minute.”

“No way,” Kirsty reached up under her skirt and pulled down her panties to her thighs. She sat down on the bed, slipped off her shoes and peeled her panties off. She dropped them on the bed. They were white.

Amy knew Kirsty would do the dare, not because of the forfeit although that helped, but because Kirsty was good at PE and an expert at handstands.

Kirsty walked the patch of wall indicated.

“I’ll keep time,” Amy said, “You two watch her and make sure she does it right.”

Becky and Melanie stood well away from Kirsty at the side of her and watched as the girl hyped herself up for the handstand.

Amy made sure the others were watching Kirsty and then she slipped out the remote control for the camcorder. She switched it on as Kirsty did her handstand.

Amy watched too as Kirsty’s skirt fell to her waist giving a full view of the girl’s neatly- trimmed pussy. The slit was perfectly in view. Amy prayed that the camcorder was recording it. It was positioned opposite the bed and was set on panoramic view, so it was picking up an almost full view of the whole room.

Amy realised she hadn’t kept the time so she just left Kirsty balancing there for a little while and then said: “Five seconds to go... four... three.... two... one...and down.”

As Kirsty lowered herself again, Amy paused the camcorder and pocketed the remote unit. First one done, Amy thought.

Kirsty put her panties back on and sat down on the bed for a few moments. “I hope you all got a good look,” she said, sarcastically.

Yes, thanks, Amy mused to herself. She smiled and wondered what she could get next. She needed a lot more footage of Kirsty before she could show her hand.


What will happen next?

Find out in Chapter Eight.


Next update will be in a few days. Hope you can wait.

Realli enjoying it.....Please keep going..

Absolutly fantastic I love it keep going.

Lovely update thank you

Chapter 8: The Bonding Session
 

CHAPTER EIGHT


As dusk approached and it started to get a bit darker, they decided to take a break and finish off the rest of the sandwiches.

They all sat on the floor in a circle and chatted about general stuff. Kirsty and Becky did not know about Edward and Amy didn’t want them to know, so neither she nor Melanie mentioned him.

“So, if there’s no water,” Kirsty enquired, “How do I have a bath or shower?”

“You don’t,” Amy stated.

“What?” Kirsty yelled, “I can’t go a whole weekend without a bath.”

“You’ll survive,” Amy said.

Melanie took out a few candles and placed them in suitable locations around the room. She struck a match and lit the candles, brightening up the room somewhat.

As there was still a bit of natural light, and the barest glint from a streetlamp, entering through the window, they decided to change into their nightwear. Amy and Melanie wore pyjamas and slippers.

Amy had decided that, even though her camcorder had a night-vision facility and the night was still early, she would not bother to get any more footage of Kirsty until the next day. She left the remote control in her jeans and just decided to chill out with the others and enjoy the sleepover for a bit.

Becky and Kirsty were a bit more daring in their choice of nightwear and had both had brought skimpy nighties and went barefoot.

“So, how come there’s all these dolls here?” Becky asked, looking round the room, as she changed.

“Don’t know,” Amy lied. “Maybe the previous owner had little kids.”

“Little kids don’t play with realistic, fully operational, inflatable men and women,” Becky said.

“Isn’t this place supposed to be haunted?” Kirsty asked.

“Yeah,” Becky said. “The old man that used to live here, apparently.

“Hey,” Kirsty said, “You don’t suppose these were his?”

Amy just shrugged. It was not the time to discuss Edward.

“Right,” Amy said, slumping onto the bed and changing the subject. “What now?”

“How about some music?” Becky asked.

“It’s not that No Direction, is it?” Kirsty said.

“No,” Becky said, “I’ve brought something good.”

“Like?” Amy questioned.

Becky went over to her bag and pulled out a portable CD player and a CD. “Beatles!” She put the disc into the machine and connected up a set of mini-speakers to the earphone socket. She switched it on.

The music started and the Beatles began singing.

“I need a shit,” Melanie said, over the first song.

“Don’t choose your words carefully, Mel,” Becky said, sarcastically, “Just say what you’re thinking.”

Melanie ignored her, got up and took a toilet roll from her bag.

“You can’t use the toilet,” Amy said, “It doesn’t flush. We don’t want your poo stinking us out all weekend.”

“Go outside in the garden,” Kirsty added.

Melanie didn’t seem to be in the mood for arguing. She took a torch and went out onto the landing. Her footsteps could be heard going downstairs.

After a couple of songs, Kirsty and Becky grabbed hairbrushes to use as microphones.

The next song got going. Amy watched, agog, as Kirsty and Becky joined in with the song, singing and dancing along with the music, mostly out of tune and not certain that they were getting the words right, but they were just having a good time.

Amy couldn’t help noticing certain exchanges of looks between the two girls as they sang. Was there something between them, she wondered.

Becky: Well, shake it up, baby, now...
Kirsty: Shake it up, baby.
Becky: Twist and shout...
Kirsty: Twist and shout.
Becky: C’mon c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now...
Kirsty: Come on baby.
Becky: Come on and work it all out...
Kirsty: Work it all out.

Becky: Well, work it all out...
Kirsty: Work it all out.
Becky: You know you look so good... (she looks at Kirsty)
Kirsty: Look so good.
Becky: You know you got me goin’, now...
Kirsty: Got me goin’ (Kirsty exchanges a seductive glance with Becky)
Becky: Just like I knew you would...
Kirsty: Like I knew you would.

Becky: Well, shake it up, baby, now...
Kirsty: Shake it up, baby.
Becky: Twist and shout...
Kirsty: Twist and shout.
Becky: C’mon, c’mon, c’mon, c’mon, baby, now...
Kirsty: Come on baby.
Becky: Come on and work it all out...
Kirsty: Work it all out!
Becky: (looks at Kirsty as she sings this bit...) You know you’re a twisty little girl...
Kirsty: Twisty little girl. (Kirsty winks at Becky)
Becky: You know you twist so fine...
Kirsty: Twist so fine...
Becky: Come on and...

This went on for the whole song, and several others, and Amy eventually joined in with a bit of air guitar and vocals.

When the CD had finished playing, Becky switched it off.

“That it?” Kirsty asked. She was just starting to enjoy herself.

“Mel’s been gone a while,” Becky observed. “It must have been about twenty minutes.”

“Yeah,” Kirsty said, “It don’t take twenty minutes to take a dump.”

“Maybe she’s having trouble finding a suitable spot,” Amy suggested.

“I doubt if she’s gone far in the dark.” Becky sounded genuinely concerned.

Just then, Melanie popped her head round the door. “Ames?” she said, “Can I have a word?”

Amy looked at Becky and Kirsty. “Wait here,” she said. She went out to join Melanie on the landing. “What?”

Melanie had the torch in one hand and an old newspaper, from the pile at the bottom of the stairs, in the other hand. “Take a look at this,” she said offering Amy the newspaper. “That paper’s thirty years old.”

“So,” Amy said, taking the newspaper from her friend, “Is that all you wanted to tell me?”

“No,” Melanie shone the torch at the newspaper. “Take a look at the picture and article on that page.”

Amy looked at the faded picture in the equally faded newspaper. “It’s...it’s Edward.” She tried to read the headline beneath the picture, as Melanie focussed the torch. “It says ‘Edward Sutton disappears.” She turned to Melanie, “Keep the torch still.” She started to read the article. “Still no trace of eccentric millionaire, Edward Sutton, 84, who disappeared last week...” She looked at Melanie. “Eighty-four? That would make him a hundred and fourteen now. Are you sure it’s Edward?”

“It’s Edward, all right.”

“Who’s Edward?” It was Kirsty standing in the doorway.

“No-one,” Amy said to Kirsty. She returned her attention to Melanie. “He died?”

Melanie shook her head. “It says he ‘disappeared’. Not exactly the same thing.”

Amy recalled Edward dying AND disappearing just a few days ago. “Disappeared? When?”

“Thirty years ago,” Melanie added.

“From where?” Amy asked, “Here?”

Melanie shrugged. “Take another look at the picture.”

“Who’s Edward?” Kirsty again, louder this time.

Amy ignored Kirsty and studied the picture. “So?”

“He looked no older a few days ago than he did thirty years ago,” Melanie pointed out.

Amy agreed. That picture could have been taken last Saturday when she first saw Edward.

“I won’t ask you again,” Kirsty growled at Amy. “Who the fuck’s Edward?”

To be continued...

And, don’t worry, in a few chapters time, some of the loose ends will start to get tied up.

You have such a strange writing style. It seems really random at times. But I like it. I like how, by being so random, I have no idea what is going to happen in the story. I have some ideas, but it could come totally out of left field the way you write.

Keep it up please! :)

Thanks for the comment - not sure if it's a compliment but I take it as such.

The reason I write as I do is simply because - I have no idea what I'm going to write next. I have some ideas about how it's progressing but a lot of it I make up on the spur of the moment and I often change course midway.

I tend to look back on previous chapters, see where I've left little clues or loose ends and go with those.

I don't think I could write it conventionally because I never plan things.

Hope you keep reading though because I have several ideas of how it could progress in probably three or four different directions. I may choose one of them or a mixture of them.

Wordsmiff

It was a compliment! :)

You're so unpredictable you don't even know exactly what will happen. Makes for a fun read.

Really like this story. I hope you continue to write it. I look forward to the next section

I will definitely be continuing it. I want to find out what happens as well. Let's find out together.:rolleyes:

Next update will be in a couple of days hopefully.

I really like it! Not too often is there mystery (possible horror) on GetDare. This is a good break from a bunch of teenagers playing Truth or Dare and end up having sex:p

Great update good to have some variety

Chapter 9: More Bonding
 

CHAPTER NINE

“You’re the one who dared me to come in here, Kirst,” Amy said, still holding the newspaper and sitting cross-legged on the bed beside Melanie.

Becky and Kirsty sat on the floor.

Amy had decided to tell them just as much as she felt comfortable with. She told them about going into the house to complete Kirsty’s dare and meeting Edward. She then told them that she had kept a promise to him to collect his inflatable from the adult shop and returning with it only to find him dead on the bed. She saw Kirsty flinch at that but just continued. She explained that she and Melanie had come back to find Edward gone and they had no idea where.

“You knew about this?” Kirsty said to Melanie with a glower.

Melanie just nodded.

“So, where’s the dead body?” Becky asked.

“Don’t know,” Melanie said, “We looked everywhere but it was just gone.”

“So, there’s either a zombie, a corpse-snatcher or a ghost lurking round here somewhere?” Becky tried to clarify.

“And you asked us to a fucking sleepover?” Kirsty added. “You twat!”

“It’s okay,” Amy said, “There’s no-one here. If there was, we’d have heard something by now.” She looked at Melanie. “Did you see or hear anyone when you went for your poo?”

“No,” Melanie admitted, “I can’t say I did.”

Amy returned her attention to Kirsty and Becky. “See? We’re alone here.”

“I hope you’re right,” Kirsty said, “because it’s too late to go home again.”

“Anyway,” Becky smiled, “This is fun. I quite fancy spending the weekend in a scary house.” She looked around the group. “I vote we stay here.”

“Okay,” Kirsty said, “Fine. But if I get murdered in my sleep, I’m blaming you.”

“Actually,” Becky said, “It’s sort of turning me on.”

“What is?” Melanie asked.

“You know, staying in a creepy house, like the ones you see in the movies.” She gave Kirsty a sidelong glance. “It sort of gets my juices going.”

“Too much info, Bex,” Melanie said.

“What shall we do next then?” Amy decided to change the subject. “It’s getting quite late.”

“I thought I might do a bit of reading,” Melanie said.

Amy remembered her camcorder on the bookcase. “Reading? What do you mean, reading?”

Melanie took out her phone. “There’s this website I found,” Melanie said.

Amy breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s called Get Dare and there’s stories on it.” Melanie tapped at her phone. “I’m really into one called ‘The Garden Of Eden’ written by someone called Wordsmiff. It’s really funny.”

“How about we continue our game of truth or dare, instead?” Becky suggested.

Melanie put her phone away. “Okay,” she said, “ I can read my stories another time.”

“I’m next, then,” Kirsty said, remembering her handstand. “Amy, truth or dare?”

“Truth, of course,” Amy said, taking no chances.

“I know you’ve had oral, Ames,” Kirsty said, “But have you had your cherry popped yet?”

Amy shook her head. “No,” she said, “Still a virgin.”

“I can believe that,” Kirsty said.

Amy chose Melanie. “Mel, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Okay, when you rubbed yourself earlier, did you come?”

Melanie looked embarrassed. “Not completely,” she admitted, “but I wanted to. So badly.”

Becky stared at Melanie. “Do you want to do it now?” Becky licked her lips.

“I know that look, Beck” Kirsty said to her friend, “Are you getting hot?”

Becky said nothing.

“You want to do it for her, don’t you?” Kirsty added.

Amy was intrigued. She recalled the exchange of looks between the two girls much earlier when she had asked Becky if she’d given oral to another girl and then again during the singing session. Amy suspected that something had gone on between Becky and Kirsty and this was only reinforcing her opinion.

“We’re all girls here,” Becky said, “And we all know where truth or dare leads. If Mel wants to orgasm, I don’t mind helping her.” She looked around the group. “It’s getting late; I suggest we save time.”

“Are you saying we have an orgy?” Kirsty asked.

“I wasn’t going to put it that way,” Becky said, “Just liven things up a bit. I’d prefer boys but in the absence of them...” she left the sentence unfinished.

Amy was shocked by this but she had to admit to herself that watching Melanie rubbing herself and the sight of Kirsty’s pussy earlier did ignite something in her. She’d seen the others naked before, in the showers at school after PE, but this was different. At school, in the showers, they just pretend they don’t see each other; here they could be more intimate and, who knows, maybe she could get more leverage against Kirsty at the same time.

“What are you suggesting then?” Amy asked.

“I suggest we just go with the flow. Make a deal. Just dares. No forfeits, because everyone agrees to do the dares, whatever it is.” Becky waited for responses that didn’t come. “And we ask each other in turn. And every dare has to involve two or more people. No other rules, just fulfil your fantasies, just for tonight. Tomorrow, we go back to normal.”

“Everything that happens in this room stays in this room?” Kirsty added.

Becky and Melanie said yes, it would. Most definitely.

Amy thought about her camcorder. Most of it, she thought, most of it will stay in the room. Some of it, however, may just escape. She agreed with the others just to avoid conflict.

“Okay,” Becky said, “New game, so I’ll start.” She focussed on Melanie. “Mel, just dares, remember, so I dare you to let me lick you out until you come and beg for more.”

Melanie pondered on it for a while. “No choice in the matter?”

“We all promised to do whatever was asked of us,” Becky said.

“Okay,” Melanie said, “I really want this.”

Amy remembered the time in the adult shop when Mel asked about the dildo, and she guessed that Melanie really did want it. This was going to be fun... and educational.

Amy watched intently in the candlelight as Melanie took off her pyjama bottoms and panties and lay back on the bed. Melanie’s slit was surrounded by a forest of golden pubes. Becky got into position between Mel’s legs and lowered her head to the waiting girl’s pussy.

Becky licked around the outside of Melanie’s slit to start with and then used her fingers to gently part the tight lips. Her tongue ventured a bit further inside and Melanie spread her legs wider, giving Becky permission to penetrate her fully. Becky paused to remove a stray pubic hair from her mouth, eliciting a few giggles from the others, and then slipped her tongue deeper inside Melanie.

“Do it, Bex,” Melanie gasped, “Do it...”

Becky used her hands to part Melanie’s legs, which were now bent at the knees. She kept her tongue firmly implanted in the wet crevice.

Amy and Kirsty were agape at the sight they were witnessing and both found that their hands wandering down towards their own respective havens. Amy slipped her hand inside the waistband of her pyjama bottoms; Kirsty just reached up under the hem of her short nightie. Amy, however, was so involved with her own activity that she wasn’t aware that Kirsty was also masturbating.


I think I’ll end this chapter here. I need a cold shower!

How will the night develop? Find out soon.
Also, be prepared for a few twists.


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My Stories:

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The Dolls’ House: Currently In progress

A group of teenage girls get involved in a 30-year-old mystery, a game of truth or dare and sexual awareness whilst taking part in a sleepover at an old deserted house.


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The Field Trip: Currently in progress

An exploration of teenage bonding and sexual exploration on an educational school trip to a youth hostel in the Lake District, Cumbria, UK. Their education, however, goes beyond the academic.


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The Garden Of Eden: Currently in progress

A not-too-serious account of the very first ever game of truth or dare.


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Truth or Dare at Buckingham Palace: Abandoned unless I get requests to continue it

Not very good, so don’t really bother unless you’re desperate for something to read, and I doubt that anyone’s that desperate. (Mind you, it’s had over 1400 hits so it can’t be that bad!)

Really enjoying this story thanks for the prompt updates

This story is great. When I get on, this is one of the last ones I read because I always save the best for last. Definitely on my top 10 for sure. Please keep it up!!

Thanks for the comments. I hope i can live up to them. Next update is imminent.

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Chapter 10: The Dream?
 

CHAPTER TEN

The game went on for some time with the girls giving each other increasingly adventurous dares and overcoming their inhibitions with each other. Amy was the most reluctant to join in but, after a bit of persuasion, even she finally relented and took an active part in the game.

When they eventually decided to call it a night, it was well after midnight and most of the candles had virtually burnt out. All four girls, despite their activities or maybe even because of them, were getting tired.

Amy went to her bag and took out a bottle of water. She opened it and took a swig. “What are we going to do for breakfast tomorrow?”

“I’ve got some money,” Becky said, through a yawn, “We could...”

“Oh,” Melanie interrupted, “That reminds me.”

“Huh?” Amy took another swig of her water. She offered the bottle to Kirsty. “Pass it round.”

“You know when I went for my shi... poo?” The other girls didn’t seem to be paying much attention, so Melanie went on.“There’s a shed in the garden.”

Amy raised her eyebrows at Melanie. “No, Mel. Please tell me you didn’t do it in the shed.”

“No, behind a tree,” Melanie explained. “But I did have a quick look in the shed. It’s full of stuff.”

“Much like any other shed then,” Becky said, taking the bottle of water from Kirsty and taking a swig.

“I mean, useful stuff,” Melanie went on, “Camping stove, cooking utensils, bottled water... and enough tinned food to keep an army regiment going for a month.”

Melanie had finally garnered the attention of the other girls.

“You’re joking,” Amy said.

“No, go and have a look,” Melanie said. She took the bottle from Becky and took a swig of the water.

“Why didn’t you think to say this earlier?” Kirsty growled.

“I forgot,” Melanie said. “I got distracted by the newspaper article. And then...” She handed the bottle back to Amy, “...things just escalated.”

“Don’t worry about it. We’ll take a look in the morning.” Amy took another swig from the bottle before re-capping it., “It’s too late now.”

“If you’re having us on though,” Kirsty said, “You’ll be sorry.”

The girls decided to get some sleep. It was already late and, if Melanie was right, they wanted to be up early.

Melanie and Kirsty had brought their own sleeping bags. Becky didn’t own one so she decided, without much argument, to sleep in the bed with Amy.

Amy had moved some of the dolls from the bed and both girls snuggled under the duvet. Melanie and Kirsty had placed their sleeping bags side-by-side on the floor near the end of the bed.

“You want to snuggle up close?” Becky asked.

Amy felt a bit embarrassed by the question despite having been close to all three of her friends during the evening. It would be nice to snuggle close to Becky but... “No,” she lied, “I’m alright thanks.”

“Okay,” Becky sounded disappointed. “But if you change your mind...” She turned onto her side and closed her eyes.

Amy wondered about how she would obtain more footage of Kirsty and recalled their last game where they had all become involved in a range of different situations which left little to the imagination. She reached across to Becky, who was already asleep. “Beck?” she whispered, “You asleep?” The lack of an answer was an answer in itself.

Amy wanted to touch her friend but she didn’t dare to. She resisted the temptation. This wasn’t why they were here. She tried to get to sleep herself but couldn’t, she kept thinking about Edward. Who was he? What was that newspaper article about? It was difficult to read it on the faded paper in the semi-darkness. Maybe tomorrow, in the morning light, she would be able to read more. She just lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, which was just barely visible in the light of a dying candle.

“Amy?” A croaky voice. “Amy?” It sounded like... no, it couldn’t be. It sounded like Edward.

Amy tried to look round but couldn’t see anything or anyone. She threw her side of the duvet back and swung her legs round. She sat on the side of the bed for a moment, listening.

“Amy?” There it was again. It was Edward. “Amy? I need your help again.”

Amy stood up in the darkness. The only light now was from a distant streetlamp. She tried to adjust her sight to the darkness. She made a step forward. “Edward?” she said, quietly so as not to wake the others. “Is that you, Edward?”

There was silence.

Amy gingerly took another step.

“Amy?” It seemed to be coming from the direction of the wardrobe. She walked steadily towards it. The wardrobe door was open a crack. She reached up to open it wider. As she did so, she felt something brush past her foot. She shuddered and let go of the wardrobe door. Then, something caught her foot and she felt teeth biting into her. She screamed. She fainted.

“Amy?” It was Becky. “What’s wrong?”

“Ames?” It was Melanie, from her sleeping bag, sounding half-asleep. “Was that you, Ames?”

Amy opened her eyes and saw the outline of Becky’s face, in the bed next to her.

“Amy?” Becky said, “You been dreaming?”

Amy wasn’t sure. She didn’t think she’d been dreaming. She didn’t think she’d been asleep. “Something... something bit me.” As soon as she said it, Amy realised how silly it sounded.

“What?” Becky said, “A fly or something?”

“I... I don’t know. I heard...” she decided not to say anything.

“You heard what?”

“Nothing,” Amy said. “I heard nothing. Go back to sleep.”

“Okay,” Becky turned onto her side and settled down again.

Amy lay on her back. She wiggled her foot. It didn’t seem damaged. Maybe she had been dreaming after all. It was Edward she heard and Edward wasn’t here, was he? After a short while, she drifted off to sleep and dreamt of good things.


To be continued...

Good update. Love to add suspense and fear into stories. Makes them more fun and original

please update....this story is turning me on soooo much!

"Oh," said Wordsmiff, somewhat surprised, "So someone is reading this story after all." He is amazed. "Anyway, I demand at least ten positive comments from different users before the next update is posted. I know how to tease and tantalise." Wordsmiff decides to have a cup of coffee, smiling as he goes. :eek:

HERE! I want to read more! Great Story :clap: =)

oh please post the ext update!!!

If I wait for ten replies, it looks like I'll wait till doomsday.

Two'll do!


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Chapter 11: The Stockpile
 

CHAPTER ELEVEN


Amy was the first one up in the morning. It was light. She looked at the time on her phone. It was six-fifteen. She hadn’t slept long. The others were still fast asleep. They had been up quite late last night so she let them sleep.

Amy scrambled out of bed and put her slippers on. She began sorting out which clothes to wear. She had brought several things with her because she wasn’t sure what she’d need. In the end, she settled on her jeans again. She recalled Melanie’s revelation the previous night. If she was going out to the shed, she wanted protection from the nettles. If Melanie was right, they had breakfast and lunch sorted. And then some. With a camping stove, they could even boil water for washing in.

She changed out of her pyjamas and into her clothes very quickly and swapped her slippers for her shoes. She sat on the side of the bed, waiting for the others to stir. Normally, she wouldn’t be up this early on a Saturday morning but this weekend was special.

She remembered last night and looked over at the wardrobe. She went over to it. The door was firmly closed. She opened it. Inside there were a few items of men’s clothes on a rail: shirts, jackets, trousers, ties, the usual stuff. She guessed they were Edward’s. She was amazed that she hadn’t looked in the wardrobe before now. In fact, until last night, she hadn’t really noticed it at all. It was just part of the room.

She looked further inside. It was quite spacious. The fact that there were not many clothes in it probably made it look bigger than it was but she couldn’t resist stepping inside it. She moved the clothes to one side and was about to take a step when...

“Ames?” It was Melanie, peeping out of her sleeping bag. “You up already?” She used her hand to stifle a yawn.

Amy turned round and smiled at her friend. “Morning,” she said. She closed the wardrobe and went back over to the bed.

Becky was just starting to stir and, within a few minutes, Kirsty too returned to the land of the living.

The girls got up and started to dress. Becky and Kirsty found their jeans in their luggage and put those on.

“I suggest two of us go out to the shed and see what’s there.” Amy looked at Melanie. “You know where it is, Mel. I’ll go with you.”

“What about us?” Kirsty said.

“You two stay here...”

“With a zombie on the loose?” Becky screamed.

“There is no zom...” Amy remembered her experience during the night. Was it a dream? Or...

“I’ll take my phone,” Melanie said. “If we need any help carrying stuff, I’ll give you a call.”

“Yeah,” Amy added, “You two can play with the dolls.”

Just before she and Melanie went out onto the landing, Amy slipped out her remote control for the camcorder and before she closed the door, she furtively pointed it at the bookcase and pressed the ‘START’ button. She wondered what Kirsty and Becky might get up to while they were alone.

At the bottom of the stairs, Amy glanced at the pile of old newspapers. She might look through them later. She and Melanie went out through the back door and Melanie pointed out the shed.

It was not the stereotypical wooden shed; it was apparently made of metal panelling. It was partially covered with overgrown shrubs but there appeared to be no windows. The door was also made of metal and there was a heavy-duty catch on it but no lock.

They went in and Amy was amazed at what she saw. Although there were no windows, it was quite light inside.

Amy started to rootle through the contents of the shed. There were boxes containing all sorts of stuff: camping equipment, including a portable calor gas stove with gas canisters, lots of tinned food, lots of bottled water, saucepans, cutlery, even several first aid kits. There was everything you could need in an emergency.

“What’s it all doing here?” Amy said to Melanie, without looking at her. “It’s like a stockpile. Someone was definitely expecting an emergency.”

“Edward?” Melanie suggested. “If he couldn’t get out to...”

Amy shook her head. “I doubt if he could even get out here.” She picked up a tin and looked at it. “Baked beans,” she said. She looked at another. “Sliced peaches in syrup.”

“Let’s hope there’s a tin opener,” Melanie said, picking up a tin of beans.

“Anyone this organised is not going to forget something as basic as that,” Melanie said.

“Hang on, Ames,” Melanie said, “Have you seen the cut-off dates on these?” She read from the can: “Best before November nineteen eighty six.”

“It should be okay,” Amy said, checking another tin. “As long as it hasn’t been opened. In a sealed tin, food can last for decades. It only goes off once the air gets to it.”

“So, what are we going to do?” Melanie said, putting the tin back down.

“Just take what we need for now,” Amy suggested. “Find the tin opener and take a few tins of food and some water.” She pointed to the camping stove. “And the stove. You still got your matches?”

Melanie nodded. “Yeah, and more candles.”

“We can boil water for washing and freshening up, then get some breakfast. What do you fancy?”

“Melanie picked up a tin of corned beef. “How about corned beef and baked beans?”

“Sounds good.” Amy said, sliding a box to the side so that she could reach one behind it. “Let’s have a good look first though. See what other goodies we can find.”


To be continued soon, but, just to clarify things, the next chapter follows Kirsty and Becky’s goings-on after Amy and Melanie left the room, so it will run PARALLEL with the chapter you’ve just read. We will return to Amy and Melanie in Chapter Thirteen.

I do like your story, Wordsmiff. Please continue! I just didn't feel like responding yesterday when you... demanded positive comments! :D I'll happily give compliments if you don't make me feel forced to do so!

Thanks for another great update please continue.

Really enjoying this, can't wait for the next chapter!

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