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A Holiday Haunting: Part 4
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He had asked Erin what kind of food she wanted to try, and

she said something new, with lots of flavor. Walking into the orange glow of
the Thai restaurant and getting the scent of the food, Jack knew he had picked
the right place. Erin looked so excited, her eyes darting to every plate as
they got seated.

"So, Siam is now Thailand?" Erin asked as soon as

the waiter poured the waters and left the menus.

"Yeah." Jack nodded. "I'm sorry, but I have

to ask; are you okay?"

"What? Why?" She lowered the menu, and her eyes

widened.

"Just want to make sure that you're not gonna fall

asleep on me."

Erin smiled and said, "I'm getting my eight hours. Can

you help me with this menu?"

Jack leaned over and tried his best to explain everything to

Erin. He remembered her telling him that the food she used to eat in the 1880s
was bland and boring. He got the idea she wanted something spicy but didn't
want to scare her. He suggested Pad Thai, and picked something hotter for
himself, a couple of appetizers and wine.

"So, what did you do all day?" Erin asked as soon

as they were alone again.

"Nothing really. Replied to some emails, watched TV

with my sisters, argued with my parents about politics ;  a typical
holiday."

"What would you be doing if you were back in

Boston?"

"Don't know. Maybe watch basketball, gym, go on the

PlayStation, hit a couple of bars with friends."

"PlayStation ;  that's the machine that you can

play computer cartoons."

"Close enough," Jack smiled, "What about you?

How did you used to spend your free time?"

"Working for the Franklins took up most of my time. I

would be in that house for hours, sometimes the whole day. Any time I had to
myself, I'd read or maybe go for a walk. Not really that entertaining. But now
I can't wait to experience new things."

"I know, I saw your list. What about today?"

"Me and Lucy watched more movies. We watched some ones

with a lot of action, which was terrifying. But I got through it."

Jack wanted to quickly interject and ask what film that she

saw, but let her carry on.

"I tried to use Lucy's computer. But it was so hard and

nothing worked. It looked so easier when you were using yours. I kept on
forgetting about the Start button."

"And I got this." Erin reached into her jacket

pocket and showed Jack a red cellphone. It looked a little small compared to
most modern phones and had some scratches around the sides. "I got from a
store nearby and a prepaid plan. We can talk to each other now."

"That's awesome," Jack said. He knew that there

was something that he had forgotten to do for Erin.

"Lucy helped me take a couple of selfies. I guess

that's what girls like me do now. I created a Spotify account and I'm trying to
find my taste in music. But I'm not joining Instagram or Facebook yet. Lucy
said it's too early."

"Yeah." Jack nodded, thinking if he should tell

her the horror stories of social media. "Also, I know Beth is going to be
trawling for your account and will immediately follow you."

The food then arrived, and Erin's attention was drawn instantly

to the plate set in front of her.

Jack watched her, a mix of confusion and excitement at the

various plates. He should probably try to explain everything. "These are
the appetizers, that's pork gyozas ;  dough wrapped around a filling.
Those are chicken satays ;  grilled chicken with sauce."

Erin pointed to her dish and asked, "And I ordered;

?"

"Pad Thai. A typical Thai dish ;  everyone should

try it at least once. I got drunken noodles, there are hotter."

Erin reached for a chopstick; her fingers and thumbs fumbled

around the utensil. But to Jack's surprise, she got used to quickly them and
tried everything in front of them. Seeing her face light up with every bite, he
just grinned, like he was enjoying the food through her.

"This all tastes amazing. So many spices and different

flavors."

"I thought food was better back in your time. Fresher,

no chemicals or hormones."

"Maybe. But we just boiled everything. And there was no

taste."

Jack carefully ate his noodles, making sure not to make a

mess as he listened to Erin. She talked more about her plans; she was thinking
about starting yoga. He didn't see it in Lucy's apartment but now could tell
she was wearing makeup and looked even better. Her eyeliner made her green eyes
pop, and she had a bold shade on her lips, making it so enticing. He needed to
be alone with her.

Erin caught him staring and smiled. She then said, "Me

and Lucy were talking. And I think we got a story I can tell people."

"Okay."

"We got this idea after watching a true crime television

show ;  Lucy loves those. So, I tell people I came from Ireland but I
moved here when I was twelve. I lived with a very religious aunt and uncle. The
Franklins. We lived away from other people and had a simple life."

"So, you were in a fundamentalist sect?"

"Yes. I didn't have a TV, no internet or modern music.

I only interacted with the Franklins and other people in the community."

"Okay. But why did you leave?"

"The Franklins died."

"And what happened between then and now?"

Erin paused, looking like she was thinking of an answer. She

took a sip of wine and said, "After I decided to leave, I travel to Boston
and stay there, for some time? But; but it's too expensive and I meet Lucy and
she lets me stay with her. I then meet you and; you know?"

"That's perfect." After finishing their food, Jack

ordered more wine and asked Erin what she thought about the meal.

"I loved it." Erin said, wiping her lips with the

napkin. "I always wanted to try something like this. Before I left Boston,
there was this Chinese neighborhood. Just walking pass, I would be enticed by
the aroma. But I could never walk into the neighborhood."

He asked why but saw Erin go quiet and look nervous. It took

Jack a moment before he understood, going to a Chinese block would be a major
no-no for a white woman in 1890s Boston.

"I lived in what is now called South End. Then it was a

mix of Irish, Lebanese, Jewish, African-American, Greek. It was okay to speak
with them and visit their stores. But the Chinese was a different story. I
never understood why."

"Do you miss Boston?"

"Yes. When I arrived in the city, after weeks on that

boat, I couldn't believe such a place could exist. So big, so many people.
Visiting the Cathedral of the Holy Cross, getting lost in alleys exploring the
city, having picnics at the Common."

Looking at her, Jack thought about asking her something that

he had been on his mind for a while. "Do you want to come to Boston with
me?"

"I would like that."

They both leaned over the table and kissed, just a quick

peck. But they stared in each other's eyes, a tension rapidly developing
between them. Jack thought about asking about dessert, there was the Chocolate
Bar a couple of blocks away, or that they go for another drink. But watching
Erin, it felt she wanted to be alone with him.

"Lucy told me something," Erin said in a hushed

tone. "She will be working late and will be spending the night at a
friend's."

Jack nodded and flagged down the waiter.

A human Copulation.

"Lucy!" Erin called out as soon as they opened the

door.

Hearing no response, she turned and faced Jack. They both

shared knowing smirks and quickly kissed. Erin moaned in his mouth as the kiss
grew more lustful. She pressed herself against him and wrapped an arm around
his neck. Erin wanted to feel closer to him.

Jack loved every moment; having a gorgeous girlfriend draped

over him would make any man ecstatic. Erin then took his hand and pulled it
down to her ass. It was amazing how much she had changed in the last couple of
days; the modest, sexually-na ve girl from the nineteenth century had
disappeared. Erin moaned again as Jack cupped her ass.

She broke their kiss and tilted her head towards Lucy's

bedroom, Erin's green eyes sparkling as she grinned at him. Jack let her take
the lead, pulling him into the bedroom. Erin slammed the door shut and quickly
went to work on undressing Jack. She clumsily tried to unbutton his shirt but
got nowhere and groaned.

"You're wearing too many layers," Erin said,

flashing him a half-smile.

He pushed her back and immediately corrected his dress code.

His jeans and the rest of his clothes then fell to the floor, and Jack then
wrapped his arms back around her, kissing Erin's neck as he tugged on the zip.
Her dress loosened, and Erin effortlessly slipped out of it, revealing her perky
tits clad in a black bra.

He didn't do it on purpose, but Jack moaned at the sight of

her. How could he not? Erin stood in front of him wearing a black lace bra that
just covered her bust, revealing a hint of her areolas. Below, she wore a
matching lace thong. Super fucking sexy. Looking up, Erin had this smug smile
on her face; she knew the effect she was having on Jack.

She swayed her hips as she moved to him; Jack stayed

slack-jawed as Erin pushed on the bed and straddled him. She lowered her head, and
they resumed fervently kissing, writhing together. Jack reached around and
unclasped her bra. Erin shimmied her body and slipped her hands out, tossing
her bra away.

Jack instantly grasped her free tits, enjoying the feeling

of the soft flesh in his palm. Their lips still locked, he gently squeezed
them, his thumb teasing her sensitive nipples. Erin responded by moaning into
his mouth, egging him on. Jack pinched and pulled her erect bud, eliciting more
moans from Erin.

It got too much for her, and Erin pulled back. "Jack,

I; I need you; inside me," she said, breathless.

She rolled off him and got on all fours. There was something

perverse in being fucked like an animal; Erin really wanted to feel that way
again. She shuddered as she felt Jack's lips brush down her back as he
carefully pulled down her panties, biting her lip and burning in anticipation.

He slipped his hand between her thighs and found a very wet

pussy. Erin trembled at his touch and moaned again. She begged for more and was
ecstatic at having her cunt be invaded by Jack's finger. He then slid another
one in, pushing them into her pussy. She gritted her teeth and hummed.

Jack pulled his hand back, disappointing his panting

girlfriend. His fingers oozed with her slick juices; shit, she's horny. He
pressed his tip on the wet folds of her pussy and waited for a moan. Erin shook
her head and whimpered as he thrust his cock in one slow push.

"Oh yes;" Erin whispered, rolling her back and

letting out another moan.

Shuddering, her cunt muscles welcomed his cock, tightening

around the shaft. Erin felt his hands on her ass, squeezing her cheeks as Jack
slowly fucked, in long, gentle movements. It was just like being in the
Franklin's bed, Erin going through the same electric sensations and loving every
second of it. Erin threw her ass back, demanding his cock faster and harder.

" more, more, more," she whimpered, matching his

rhythm.

Hearing her moans, Jack pumped his cock harder, watching his

girlfriend's ass shake with every thrust. She pleaded for more and faster Jack
went, pounding his cock. He loved how loud she was being. It was such an
intensely erotic feeling, having a gorgeous woman cry for your cock. It urged
him on, and the bedroom echoed with the sounds of their flesh slapping.

Erin slammed her head on the pillow, stifling her cries as

her body tightened, edging closer. She pressed down on the mattress and lifted
her chest up, arching her back. Her right hand went for her left tit, clamping
her fingertips around her erect nipple. While she pinched and pulled, her left
hand slipped between her legs and found her engorged clit.

"Oh; CHRIST!" She screamed. Erin dropped her mouth

wide open, her limbs twitching as she hurtled to an incredible and intense
climax. She inhaled sharply, gritted her teeth, close, so very close.

Jack stopped and went still. He wrapped his arms around her

waist and slammed his cock in slow, hard thrusts. It was too much for her. Erin
shrieked, and her whole body shuddered; her fingers gripped the sheets, and her
eyes rolled back into her skull, riding out an earth-shattering orgasm.

"Oh; that felt good," Erin whispered, coming in

down.

Jack fell back, hitting the headboard. That was something.

His still-hard cock slid out of Erin's drenched cunt. His throbbing shaft dripped
with her slick juices. Taking a couple of deep breaths, his eyes focused on
Erin and he used every ounce of willpower not to cum. She had this small,
content smile on her face that looked so cute and yet very sexy.

She grinned back at him, knowing what he was thinking. Her

eyes drifted down to his glistening cock, and her smile went wider. She
instantly regained her composure, getting on her back. Their eyes met again,
and Erin wiped the sweat from her forehead before cupping her tits. Biting her lip,
she pinched her nipples and spread her legs, eager for his cock,
"Please."

Jack quickly responded, shuffling forward with his cock in

his hand. He leaned over her, feeling the heat from Erin's post-orgasmic glow.
His throbbing tip brushed up against the soaked openings of her pussy. He
rested his hands by her waist; she felt warm and slowly pushed his cock back
in.

Erin groaned and exhaled, her body vibrating, enjoying the

incredibly fulfilling sensation of having Jack's cock back inside her. Intense
heat rippled out from her cunt; her pussy muscles kneaded his pulsing shaft.
Erin looked up at him, her eyes filled with lust and love.

"Oh, yes;" Erin moaned as Jack bottomed out.

She then wrapped her hand around his neck, pulling him down;

Erin needed to kiss him again. The mouths instantly parted, and their tongues
met again. Moaning into his mouth while twirling her tongue, Erin hooked her
legs around Jack's waist, pulling him closer. She let out an animalistic grunt
like she had been penetrated by another inch of cock. Erin or Jack, or both,
broke their embrace and locked eyes. Watching each other's faces contort while
they rhythmically fucked each other senseless.

"Oh, God!" Erin screamed, getting closer and closer.

She fucked him right back, meeting every vigorous thrust by throwing her hips
forward, slamming her pussy at his cock.

Jack pushed her up and lowered his head, nestling his face

in the crook of Erin's neck. He slowly kissed down her soft white flesh,
reaching her tits. He enthusiastically sucked on her nipple while slipping his
cock out, waited a moment, then rammed it back into her drenched pussy. His
free hand eagerly groped her other tit.

"Oh, Jack!" It was getting too much for Erin. She

tightened her grip around Jack's waist and went stiff. She fucked him hard,
hyperventilating and shaking. Erin hissed and cried his name out as she rode
through another orgasm. She frantically thrust her hips, trying to extend her
climax and begged Jack for more. He replied by pressing his teeth down her
nipple, and that was it. Her pussy spasmed around his raging cock and she let
out a long cry.

"Yes; yes; Oh Lord; Jesus Christ!" She yelled.

As Erin went limp in his arms, Jack could feel the familiar

tingling sensation coming from his balls. He tried to put it off, still
plunging his cock furiously. Both of them moaned and gasped for air, covered in
sweat, wanting more. But Jack couldn't take it anymore; he threw his head back,
roared as he shot a torrid of cum into her. His body jerked uncontrollably from
the needed orgasmic release, each movement causing another shot of jizz.

Erin sighed and moaned, feeling Jack's cock explode deep

inside her, making her tremble in ecstasy. Another rope of his jizz filled her
womb, followed by another. As Jack collapsed on top of her, his brain mushed in
a post-climax daze, Erin held him tightly. She had a broad grin, smugly
satisfied that her pussy was filled by her lover's cum.

Quietly moaning, feeling the hot cum seep down her thighs,

Erin leaned forward. Her tits pressed against Jack's chest as she kissed him.
Recovering from the intensity of their orgasm, they passionately kissed before
breaking, pressing their foreheads together. Their eyes were closed, and they
slowly breathed.

"I love you," they said in unison, before

exchanging more kisses.

Erin smiled back at Jack. Her hands trembled, and sweat

flooded her face. It was happening again. She remembered her breathing
exercises, focusing on five things in the room. It didn't work, and Erin sunk
through the mattress, her hands phasing past Jack's body. His mouth dropped as
he watched her go. She hit the floor of the room, thankful that she didn't go
any further.

Jack immediately jumped off the bed and checked underneath,

finding her sprawled out on the carpet. "Are you okay?"

Erin stared at the underneath of Lucy's bed and just

whimpered, "; no."

New Years Eve.

Jack tried to pay attention to the conversation; he knew it

was important. It was about Erin's condition and what they should do next. But
when he saw Erin walkout, wearing a black lace dress, Jack struggled to pay
attention to Lucy and her friend. Erin just looked too sexy. She caught him
staring, and Erin responded with a smirk.

"Circe; Circe; Circe!" Lucy yelled, "We

already got the dirt."

Jack quickly turned back to Lucy and her phone. She had been

Facetiming with a witch, who supposedly knew what was happening to Erin. They
hadn't completed the resurrection ritual properly. Lucy's witch friend said
they had done around ninety percent of it. The remaining ten percent involved
Jedidiah Franklin's grave dirt and New Year's Eve.

"Shut up, bitch!" Circe shouted at Lucy.

Glancing back at Erin, she and Jack exchanged another look.

This didn't sound like it was going well. Lucy and Circe had spent around
twenty minutes just name-calling, bringing up boyfriends they had shared and
generally being dismissive at each other. What he understood was that Circe
wanted them to do another ritual, while Lucy wanted to do something different.
Anything, it didn't matter.

"What is it with you witches and wizards? Sex magic all

the time. Sprained your ankle ;  sex magic. Car won't start ;  sex
magic. Have to go to small claims court ;  sex magic. Don't you have a
book of spells?"

"Aw the poor medium is stuck. God, you're so basic. You

just repeat what spirits say, like a parrot with tits."

"Shut up, Claire, you giant poser!" Lucy yelled.

The raven-haired witch went quiet and completely still. Lucy

even called out her name to check if the call had frozen. Jack got the sense
that Lucy had crossed some line and should apologize. Seeing Circe's bulging
eyes, he figured the apology should be sooner than later. But the call ended,
and he let it go.

"What do we do next?" Erin asked.

"We still go out. It's New Year's Eve." Lucy said,

her phone then buzzed, and she read the message. "It's Circe. She says
that as Jedidiah Franklin was the one who killed you, he needs to be punished.
We have to burn the dirt, evoke Frigga, you two get freaking with some
mistletoe above the bed. When the dirt turns white ;  we're good. Then she
called me; the c-word. She called me a cunt"

Erin looked embarrassed on her behalf, looking at her feet

and said, "Oh."

Lucy shrugged it off. "I will make it up to her

later." She stood up and checked the time; it was getting close to eight,
they had some time to kill. "Jack, you call a cab. Me and Erin will get
ready."

Erin followed the blonde in her bedroom, taking careful

steps as she hadn't gotten used to wearing heels. In the bedroom, a silver
bucket sat next to the window with a tub filled with dirt lying next to it.
Erin had joined Jack this time, driving to a graveyard near the coast. Lucy
gave them inst

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