Chapter 19 "Whole Lotta Love" (June 1 1984)
(Song suggestion-"Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin)
Janine
The atmosphere was relatively calm in the firehouse for the moment because my bosses had finished a case forty five minutes earlier. Even so, time seemed to stand still since I arrived less than three hours ago, and I was wishing the day would move along more speedily.
Upstairs, Lucy and the boys debated their newest query, "are there good ghosts and evil ghosts?" The Ghostbusters had been arguing about the topic for close to a week now, and in my opinion, to ad nauseum. I was in the kitchen attempting to straighten up the area.
Ray passionately detailed why he thought there were positive spirits, too, and not just evil ones. He and Lucy had beneficial experiences with ghosts, but Peter was skeptical. I already knew that Dr. Spengler was unsure because of the lack of scientific information on the "good" ghosts.
Lucy, dressed in a dark brown skirt and a low cut cream-colored knit top with matching heels on her feet, sat on the sofa by herself as the guys were seated scattered among the room. She extinguished her cigarette into a white ashtray on the nearest coffee table.
"Have you encountered a good ghost, J," Lucy inquired, blowing her last smoke cloud above my head as I walked into the landing. Since she was in graduate school and her teaching job was close, she often visited us, which I thought was great since we had become close friends the past year. Lucy also liked to gossip and tended to be nosy, like myself.
"The only ghosts I have seen have been on the two or three busts I went on with the guys earlier this spring, but they seemed to be "bad" spirits to me. Let me leave the supernatural stuff to your expertise," I remarked then flashed them a half grin.
I looked down at the bulky white cast on my left arm, which was there because of the last bust I participated in. I caught Dr. Spengler's brown eyes gazing there, displaying culpability in them. Swallowing, he speedily diverted them somewhere else when he realized that I caught him looking at me.
"Well, Janine, are you excited about getting your cast removed?"
Ray inquired, raising his right brown eyebrow as he noticed that I had stared down at my cast. He removed a cigarette from his crumpled pack and used his lighter rapidly before puffing on it.
"Let me be the first person to sign your crack- Peter Venkman," I read on the cast where a vertical line existed.
"Stupid, Dr. Venkman, he thought that was hilarious. In fact, it took him like two weeks to stop laughing like that was the funniest joke in the world," I thought, glaring at Peter.
"What did I do," my balding boss replied in a high injurious tone, noticing my irate expression.
"Nevermind," I sulked, and then twisted my body to face Ray in order to respond to his conversation.
"Yes, I am thrilled about having the cast removed. It will be nice to bathe this arm and have the sunshine on it. I feel like I have had a cover on my skin, and the weather's been warm enough to go swimming," I eagerly stated.
By chance, the group returned their attention to the debate, and I was grateful. Lucy patted the empty sofa next to her, encouraging me to join her and the conversation. I sat down next to her on the sofa.
"My grandmother's ghost visits me once in a while," Lucy interjected after there was a stillness in the air for a beat, " she's a friendly spirit. In the past, Granny gave advice and helped me come to terms with our parents' deaths."
"Were you taking any types of hallucinogens or mind-bending drugs when she visited?" Dr. Spengler questioned, peering over his book on the supernatural to await her response. He had raised his right eyebrow quizzically as he gazed intently at Lucy.
"Damn, I loved that eyebrow raise," I lamented to myself, then shut that traitorous thought down expeditiously.
"No, Egon, that happened one time when I dropped acid with Ray after our parents were killed in the accident," Lucy defended herself, crossing her arms across her chest.
Further, the younger Stantz clarified, "I don't do drugs to see ghosts. My Granny started visiting me when I was fourteen right after she passed, and I wasn't taking any."
" For the record, Iggy inquired because he knows that I interacted with ghosts when I was high," Ray clarified to the group. He took a drag on his newly lit cigarette and raised an eyebrow.
" However, I had exchanges with them when I wasn't high, too," the chubby Ghostbuster added after Dr. Spengler and Dr. V. skeptically stared at him.
"I haven't had any of those experiences," Peter skeptically stated, drinking a sip of his Diet Coke can," the only ghosts I see are the ones that we bust on a case."
Dr. Spengler solemnly spoke up as he turned the page of the book that he had been engrossed in,
"I haven't either. However, my Uncle Floyd insists that my great uncle regularly visits him to dispense advice. He has never used drugs."
"How could he read amongst all of the discussion," I wondered. My former lover used one of his long index fingers to push up his glasses from the edge of his nose as he read.
The phone rang as they began the discussion again, and I rose from the sofa to answer it. Picking up the receiver, I greeted in my most pleasant tone,
"Ghostbusters, this is Janine. How may I help you?"
As I listened to the park ranger, I wrote down the details on a notepad near the phone that I kept handy. The request was for the Ghostbusters to eliminate a ghost, a wife of a Colonel Isaac Miller, at Fort Detmerring, a colonial stronghold in New York during the Revolutionary War, an hour and a half upstate from Manhattan. Elizabeth Miller haunted the fort while in search of her husband.
"OK, thank you. I will give this to Ghostbusters right away, thank you," I sweetly said and then hung up the phone. I tore the paper off the notepad and then gave it to Dr. Venkman, who was reading The Times.
"Thank you, Brooklyn," Pete replied, hiding behind his paper, and I returned to my duties straightening the kitchen.
Egon
We arrived at one in the afternoon when Ray parked Ecto One at the old fort, now a tourist destination. Since Ray was interested in history, he told us that Detmerring was an old colonial fort in New York during the Revolutionary War. Now it was a haunted tourist attraction. The wife of Colonel Isaac Miller was accidentally killed by one of his soldiers because he didn't recognize her when she was using the outhouse in the middle of the night. The historian at the fort read us a diary entry of the guardsmen, Noah Francis that explained the event.
21 August 1776
From the diary of Noah Francis
At approximately three in the morning, the night sky was pitch black without a star in the sky and the air muggy. A white shape emerged in the distance, but far enough for me to be unable to determine if it was a person or a ghost. I did not have my glasses on at the time, and I am nearsighted, so I assumed it was a specter. Now, I am almost positive it was glowing a yellowish color, so I nervously loaded my bayonet. My hands were shaking as I aimed, and then I shot at it. One-shot knocked it down, but I waited a long second to see if it was unmoving. I approached the white figure on the ground and spied a broken lantern to my horror. Sweat gathered on my forehead as I heard a female voice screaming in a muffled voice full of anguished pain, "Issac, Issac, Isaac."
There was poor Mrs. Elizabeth Miller, unmoving in a long white nightgown, her golden hair flowing around her head. Her dress had a dark red spot in the middle of her chest that seemed to increase by the second. I let out a cry and then fell to my knees. As a result, I yelled for my partner on the overnight shift to aid me.
"There have been reports of Elizabeth visiting patrons of the fort asking for her husband, Colonel Isaac Miller. I- I- I have seen her a few times; she's baffled and just wants to find him," Mr. Grazoski, the historian, a short man with glasses in his early sixties, conveyed.
"Elizabeth's trying to cross over, don't you think, Iggy," Ray inquired, meeting my eyes to see if I concurred, and I agreed.
"Where does she stay," Peter questioned, "this is a decent size fort. What room?"
"Colonel MIller's quarters are down the hall; she's most frequently there; she also hides in the kitchen area by the snack bar and other small rooms," the guide answered.
"I will go into the Millers' quarters, " Ray suggested, and Peter and I split up, walking around the fort. As usual, Egon had his favorite toy, the EKG meter, to guide us, and I wondered what he did without it.
Janine
The guys' case at Ft. Detmerring afforded me time to my own devices. First, it gave me time to read my books for my senior research papers. I needed the time to rewrite my outline for my professor to tear apart in Monday night's class. At King's College, every student had to write a thesis paper on innovation in their field as a senior. Now it was my time to do it before I graduated in December.
After a couple of hours of reading, I felt sleepy with the rising humidity in the City in the upcoming summer heat. The scrapbook Lucy and I made for the guys' detailing the history of Ghostbusters' business sat on my desk because we were in the process of updating it earlier. We both enjoyed making memory books and were craft inclined. Flipping through the first pages, Lucy took pictures of the firehouse when Ray bought the building by taking out a second mortgage on his deceased parent's house. She told me that she was livid at his decision initially but she realized that it was the right choice in the end.
Subsequently, I loudly suspired as I admired pictures of the guys and Dr. Spengler, finding myself studying the ones with him the most. My ex-boyfriend working in the lab on a ghost trap, and also working in the lab with Peter grinning behind him, giving him "bunny" ears. Another one of my favorite pictures was the guys standing in front of Ecto One.
My body flushed with heat as I viewed the handsome Egon Spengler in the pictures, and there was now a tingly feeling between my legs. I missed the feel of his touch on my body, caressing his body; our bodies pressed together; our bodies becoming one. A naughty idea came to my mind.
"Hmmm," I muttered, standing up from my chair and grabbing the scrapbook. My index finger on my right hand had kept the page open to one of all of us at the Gala, the picture where Egon dressed in his formal wear appeared ultra sexy, like James Bond. Giggling, I ran to the stairs and climbed them quickly.
The door to Ray and Egon's room was already opened, so I crept in and laid down on his neatly made bed. A drill instructor would be astonished to learn that he wasn't in the service. I placed the scrapbook in front of me, as I inhale the scent of my ex's from his pillow.
"Mmm, I love the way he smells," I happily whispered.
Ergo, I stood up to find his light blue Columbia shirt and hunted through his drawers; I found it and then laid back down on the bed. Closing my eyes, I laid my head on the soft pillow imagining us on my sofa making out after the gala. I allowed my right hand to lower to the area in between my legs, where I began stroking it at various speeds.
When I succumbed to my apex of pleasure, I promptly fell asleep on his bed with a smile on my face and his blue Columbia shirt in my arms, wishing it was him that I held.
Ray
Determinedly, I headed towards Colonel Miller's quarters, a part of the exhibit closed off right now. I couldn't remember if I had seen Colonial Miller's housing when I had visited the fort previously as a teenager, and I had a pretty decent memory.
"Or so I thought," I ruefully chuckled.
Wearing my Ecto- goggles, I cautiously entered the wood-paneled room and scanned the room. There wasn't anything too as on first blush, nor did I see Elizabeth. There was a big four-post bed in the room, a writing desk, a tiny closet, and a washbasin in the corner of the room. I examined the wardrobe and found an old colonel's uniform in it.
"I almost did join the army," I thought, "I wonder if I could try it on? No one would know. Does it fit?"
After debating with myself, I decided this was too awesome of an opportunity to pass over and remove my Ecto goggles. I slid the blue jacket on as it was the only thing that fit and walked around in the quarters. Next I pretended to give orders and marched. The plan was to call for her to provoke her to materialize. Mr. Grazoksi cleared his throat, catching me in my little fantasy ten minutes later.
"Oh, uh..excuse me," I embarrassedly stammered.
"Please take off those clothes; they are priceless, Dr. Stantz," the older man snobbily instructed " They belong to the Museum of --."
"Uhm, yes, Mr. Grazoski," I replied, my cheeks feeling hot as a sunburn.
"I came to tell you that your associates wanted to let you know they found something," he informed me and left the room with a disapproving shake of his head.
Back in my Ghostbusters' uniform with the Ecto-goggles on my head, I strode over to the lobby where Peter and Egon smugly smirked at me.
"Captain Ray Stantz, I presume," Peter announced in a girlish voice, taking a bow when seeing me. He added to the injury by batting his eyes at me.
"It is Colonel Stantz to you," I acerbically correcte, giving him a sly grin.
Rolling my eyes, I inquired about their findings. Egon had picked up some telekinetic activity in the snack bar but he wanted to search the grounds. Peter offered to go with him, so I stated that I would go back into the Colonel's room.
I hadn't been sleeping well lately, so first I ensured that Mr. Grazoski wasn't around, and I shut the door to the room. The hour and a half drive up here had caused me to feel extra fatigued, so I laid down on the bed in my black shirt and tan khaki pants. Calculating that I would have about an hour to nap while my partners searched the grounds, I shut my eyes. I groggily heard a woman's lovely voice gently say, "Isaac," three times. When I opened my eyes halfway, a breathtakingly beautiful woman floated about six feet above with blonde tresses and a white nightgown flowing over her body.
Squinting, I questioned, "Elizabeth...Elizabeth Miller?"
"Yes, my dear, oh, how I have missed you," the ghost lovingly responded, and I felt the button to my pants become undone. Then the zipper lowered down all without my doing, mind you. I felt a strange coolness on my body as I felt a gentle touch on my penis. It materialized from its restrictive covering of my white fruit of the loom underwear.
"Ahhh," I moaned, my eyes moving to the back of my head as I shuddered in pleasure.
"What the hell is happening," I wondered, then I felt something like a tongue leisurely lick the right side of my sex from my balls to the tip and then down the other side.
"Shh, my dear," Elizabeth responded, smiling above me a few feet," Relax."
That was when Peter knocked on the door loudly.
"Later, man," I yelled and closed my eyes as I felt Elizabeth's tongue tease the tip of my head slowly in a swirling motion.
Elizabeth gave me supernatural fellatio that was nothing short of amazing! The next thing I knew, I had ejaculated, and I had fallen asleep. When I awoke, Peter and Egon were in the snack bar, wondering what happened to me.
"Why did I hear moaning coming out of Colonel Miller's room," Peter probed, scrutinizing my reaction. I had that Catholic guilt that I knew was expressed all over my face, and it was evident something had occurred.
When I told them, Peter began to laugh hysterically, but Egon seemed baffled like I was.
"Maybe you imagined it," Venkman teased as Iggy stood from the table and took the PKE meter with him.
"No, Pete, it wasn't a dream. I...you know...came," I muttered the last part lower as the guide watched us, and Peter quieted his guffawing to a mere chuckle.
"There is Ectoplasmic material in that room now," Egon reported a few minutes later.
"It might be Ray's cum," Peter joked, slapping the table as he laughed forcefully.
"Raymond, you may need to go back in there and trap Elizabeth so she can cross over," Iggy suggested, " You may need to put on that uniform again."
Spengler and I exchanged an uneasy look at Mr. Grazoski and each other as Peter continued making inappropriate jokes at my expense about my supernatural experience. Nodding, I walked with my head down to get a trap as Egon went to speak to the guide about the plan. Mr. Grazoski was reluctant to go through with the project, but he finally agreed. I made sure that Iggy did not describe the oral sex experience earlier to the elderly historian.
After I retrieved the trap from Ecto One, I put on Colonel Miller's pants and boots again and sat at the chair at the intricate wooden writing desk. I had the trap placed in the middle of the room. The plan was to call for her to provoke her to materialize. About two hours later, we trapped Elizabeth and hopefully we assisted her in crossing over.
"Why do I feel sad about capturing her," I questioned myself as I removed her husband's uniform.
I felt close to Elizabeth in a weird way, but I wasn't sure if it wasn't because of the sexual favor she performed or if it was because I wore her husband's uniform. My emotions were conflicting in a puzzling way.
After receiving our pay and packing up Ecto One, Peter inquired about my solitude and quietness.
"I don't know exactly," I replied, "Venkman, why don't you drive home?"
On the way home, I received the expected harassment about my experience from our leader, Peter.
"How was it different," he pressed me when I answered.
"Better," I admitted shyly. My face had been a permanent red color since it had happened.
"Have you ever received a bad blow job before," Venkman questioned on the long drive back.
"No, Venkie, I don't think so," I revealed.
"Spengs, care to input on this," Peter asked teasingly, knowing that Egon was very private.
"No," the brainy Ghostbuster replied as he checked the data on the PKE.
Naturally, Venkman used the whole car ride back to New York City to discuss the supernatural act.
Peter
"We decided on pizza tonight, ladies, and we have more data on the good ghost and bad ghost debate," I enthusiastically announced, leaving Ecto One after parking her in the Firehouse.
Disregarding me, Lucy and Janine were gossipping about men while we returned. The latter was correcting paperwork, and the former sat there watching her.
"Save your gossip, ladies and call Renzo's pizza. Brooklyn, place our usual order," I interrupted and gave her some money from my wallet. Rapidly, I went upstairs to take a shower," We will have some fabulous gossip."
"About what," Janine innocently inquired.
"Fellatio," I sneakily responded and cackled.
"What the hell?" Both ladies responded surprised voices then they giggled.
Thirty minutes later, Egon, Ray, Lucy, and I sat at the kitchen table about to eat the best pizza in the City. Janine stayed downstairs, not wanting to be involved because she thought I received the fellatio, and she didn't want to hear it. Each of us took a slice of pizza, and began eating.
"Brooklyn, don't you want to hear the story," I yelled.
"Why would I want to hear about a time when you received a blow job," she screamed in her thick accent from down stairs.
"It's not me; it was Ray!"
Lucy's eyes grew the size of saucers at this information and she turned to face her brother, who sat next to her. His face immediately transformed to a crimson. Plus, I knew that comment would pique Janine's interest, and she ran up the stairs swiftly. At the top of the stairs, our redhead secretary was breathing heavily and responded, almost hysterically,
"What!?!"
Egon was the only one who didn't participate in the teasing as he read a Physics periodical as he ate his pizza. He seemed particularly uncomfortable around Janine with their break up, and more so, with her dating again. Brooklyn hadn't started dating until last week when her sister set her up with a guy named Victor, and Lucy had arranged for Janine to go on a date with one of her friends tonight.
Nevertheless, I didn't doubt that Janine love my eldest friend still, but the pain from his recent dismissal of her rubbed her the wrong way. My expert advice to her when Janine asked was not to rush into dating. She did not listen.
The youngest Ghostbuster was highly reluctant to explain the story, but we all prodded him enough until he gave in to our request.
Ray explained the story and ended it with an extremely satisfied smirk saying, "So yes, boys and girls, there are good and bad ghosts."
Lucy
Speechless, I listened to my brother's ludacris experience while eating my pizza. Peter stood up and put a record on. It was Led Zeppelin.
"Congratulations, Ray, for not being the GB not sexually active for once," Peter drolly retorted, lighting a smoke as he strode in the landing.
"Thank you, thank you," he graciously stated, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray and reaching for his beer.
"I guess it's the former couple who isn't getting any now, but they were doing it almost daily when they were together," Peter recalled.
Irked, Janine rolled her eyes upwards.
"As usual, you do not know when to stop," Egon angrily retorted, pausing from reading his book to admonish Venkman. That comment brought a tense silence to the room as the wavy-haired scientist stood up and fled.
"OK Peter, I give, why are you playing this song? You think you are doing something clever with that wicked grin on your face, I can tell," I sighed, knowing it would probably be something ridiculous.
"'A Whole Lotta Love' is about a fan giving Robert Plant oral during a recording session of and a ghost giving Ray a blowjob during a bust seemed appropriate," Venkman elucidated, shrugging then added, "Stantz has a ghost girlfriend now."
Everyone laughed as my brother's sheepish face transformed a scarlet red color. Peter mouthed the words to the song, dancing around the room for our entertainment and basking in the attention.
Lucy
While Peter jumped on and off of the furniture in the landing crazily singing "Whole Lotta Love", to us because of Ray's supernatural oral sexual experience. I felt a little ready for some lovin', too.
"Maybe it's time to schedule a trip to the strip club with the girls, Janine," I naughtily suggested to my redhead friend, who perked up at the idea. Quizzically, Peter glanced at me as he hopped off the sofa as the song ended.
As the phone rang, Janine automatically rose from her seat to answer it. I excused myself to go to the bathroom but headed into the lab instead. Ray and Egon discussed another topic downstairs and Peter met me in the corner of the lab where no one could see us a couple of minutes later. Dr. Venkman's hungry brown eyes scrutinized me in a way that brought shivers up and down my spine. I knew Peter came to confront me about my comment about going with my girlfriends to the strip club. Smugly, he sauntered in front of me with a smirk on his face, in a low deep voice snarled,
"No need to go to a strip club, baby, I got what you need right here."
"Oh?," I challenged, glaring into his gleaming brown eyes. Arching an eyebrow at him, I dared him to come closer. Peter did so because he was arrogant that way, knowing that most women couldn't resist him. That fact both pissed me off and turned me on simultaneously.
We were almost touching, but not quite. The apprehension of his touch on my body stirred up my lustful desire for him. I could feel Peter's warm breath on my face as he was taller than me as his brown eyes were noticeably peering down my low-cut shirt at my full chest.
"I haven't heard any complaints," he muttered down to me.
"Is that right?" I asked him, fluttering my long eyelashes at the handsome tall psychologist.
After a deep throaty chuckle, Pete trailed his fingertips from his right hand along the tops of my large breasts, enjoying their elasticity. I shut my eyes, pleased by his touch. Next, his skillful fingers moved down underneath the top of my shirt and bra to my right nipple, where he rolled it between his forefinger and his thumb.
"Mmm, ohhhhh," I lightly muttered as millions of endorphins scattered over my body. Before I knew it, Peter's mouth covered my own in a covetous kiss. Little by little, I lost myself in it as our mouths became one. Abruptly, he halted it by dragging my lower lip outward a little bit with a playful bite and then let it spring back to my mouth. My breathing became uneven after our ardent kiss, and I suspired noisily.
"Tonight, one hour," Pete demanded, panting slightly in between, placing kisses on my neck. It made me pleased to know he was just as affected by our steamy kiss.
"I'm...busy...hmmm...," I throatily moaned.
"With what," he interrogated, nibbling my neck in a way that was making me lose track of my train of thought. Then Peter placed his hand between my legs and rubbed the susceptible area for a gentle tease. Meanwhile, delightful sensations bubbled up, causing me to feel lightheaded.
"Oh, my,...mmm, what?"
"You said you were busy," he reminded, muttering into my ear. He gave me a sensual kiss that made me forget where I was again. All I could respond with was a low guttural groan, and Peter removed his hand from between my legs. Satisfied that he caught me in a lie, he grinned at me as I opened my eyes, feeling dizzy.
"You are all mine tonight, Luce, all mine," Peter repeated in a mesmerizing way after he ceased kissing me. Then Peter left.
"Damn that, Peter Venkman," I thought, "playing with me like that then just leaving. It is just like him."
"I have to leave, Dr. V.," Janine announced after she hung up the phone moments after I had strolled back into the room.
"What happened," Dr. Venkman asked, worriedly as he strode into the room. Ray and Egon ascended the stairs as Janine began to explain.
"My nephew has a fever and has to go to the hospital. My brother-in-law is out of town on a business trip until tomorrow, and Doris needs someone to watch the girls," the Brooklynite disclosed with tears in her blue eyes, "may I leave? It is only thirty minutes early."
"Yes, go," Peter agreed, nodding his head, " Why doesn't Ray take you to Brooklyn?"
"Thank you, that's very thoughtful," my friend disclosed in a panicked voice.
" No worries, J," Ray reassuringly responded.
My brother loved to help people, so he joyfully went to search for his keys. Meanwhile, I tried to console Janine, who bit her lip, trying not to cry. With a shaky voice, she asked, "Sorry, Luce, can you let Cory know I had an emergency and that I need a raincheck on the movie?"
"Yes," I empathetically responded. The realization that I would be with Peter for the rest of the night and naked, I grinned and then stated, " I hope Joseph feels better."
Egon watched Janine as she tapped her foot nervously, standing in the middle of the landing waiting for my brother to find his keys, and the theoretical physicist looked helpless to aid her. It was prevalent that the scientist desired to assist her, but he didn't feel like it was his place. Dr. Spengler's affronted expression made my heart ache for them both.
Ray and Janine speedily left in Ecto-1, which left me, Egon, and Peter at the Firehouse.
"Well, I am leaving after Cory arrives so I can tell him that Janine can't go on a date," I calmly remarked, sitting at the kitchen table. Meanwhile, Peter put the leftovers up, and Egon discarded the trash.
"Why are you setting up Janine with this Cory guy," Egon gruffly inquired after he carried the trash down the stairs and put it on the curb a few minutes later.
"Jealous," I rudely inquired, giving him an annoyed glared
"Yes," Dr. Spengler madly answered.
"It's time for Janine to commence dating again," I argued, becoming pissed off at myself.
"Why is that your decision," he countered, turning red in the face.
"Why in the hell did you break up with Janine then," I impatiently yelled, "she's my friend. I have every right to set her up with other people because I want her to be happy."
"Ok, ok, stop," Peter said, coming in between us. His physical stature wasn't very threatening, but he was in control of the situation. I had my hands on my hips, and Egon appeared furious. However, I think his madness was at himself and not me.
"Fine," I remarked irately and headed towards the stairs to wait for Cory downstairs. When I checked the clock, I noticed that Janine's date should arrive in five minutes.
Dr. Spengler stormed toward the lab in a huff, and the room's door slammed with a bang.
Peter joined me downstairs with a knowing smile on his face and clasped my hand gently. He pressed his lips against the top of my hand.
"Our destination has changed-meet me on the roof, Luce, when you are done with Cory," he charmingly whispered with a sly grin and a twinkle in his eye.
Simpering, I agreed bashfully.
"Don't play the shy good girl with me, Lucy Stantz. You are anything but," he crooned softly.
Raising an eyebrow, I questioned him, "Is that what you want?"
"No, I want you, Lucy Stantz, as you are. Meet me upstairs soon, baby, don't make me wait," he urged, then kissed me vigorously. My heart beat increased as I awaited my friend and I thought about screwing Peter Venkmam later tonight.
Egon
One issue with the lab's location was its proximity to the doors to the roof and the rooftop itself. I guess it was par for the course that Peter and Lucy were having loud intercourse there just as Janine and I had earlier in the year. All that talk of sexual actions, supernaturally or not, aroused me.
Plus Janine looked delightful today as she wore a short blue skirt that came up to almost her upper thighs, and her light blue v- neck shirt was of thin material where one could see her bra in good light. It had been distracting me all day whenever she walked around me. Janine had those long luscious legs that I loved.
"Mmm. That song is apt for right now. Does Janine like to go to strip bars," I wondered as I put down my pen and stretched my arms over my head. Needing a break from working, I rose from my chair and wandered around the lab until I decided to go to my room. I attempted to disregard the boisterous sounds from the rooftop.
Just contemplating her, Janine stirred desire within me with her luscious lips and her soft, curvy body. Consequently, I groped my hardened penis after unzipping my pants, and I recalled a time in March that she performed a strip tease. First, my lovely Janine tied my hands behind a chair in her room quite snugly so I could not break them apart as she performed a strip tease.
Giggling, my then-girlfriend skipped into her bathroom, leaving me puzzled as to what was going on. I will admit it was pretty seductive as I assumed we were about to make love. Ten minutes later, my lover opened the door, dressed only in a reddish silk robe tied in the middle and a pair of matching stilettos. Janine strutted until she was in front of me, and she carefully sat on my lap. We kissed, then she hopped off and sauntered away to put a record on.
" We need some music first, " Janine stated, still strutting with confidence to her record player. I watched her shake her plump round rear side to side as she did so, and I felt very desirous of her. As Janine started the record player, I thought about how I wanted to seize her butt and squeeze it. Among other parts.
The song "Feel like making love" by Bad Company came through her speakers, and she shut her eyes. Janine put her hands on the sides of her body, slowly moving them downwards as she swayed back and forth to the music. When she opened them with a determined glint in her eye, Janine seductively stepped towards me.
"Why did I smell my Angel's sweet rose and vanilla perfume? Have I lost my mind," I thought out loud as I exhaled heavily as I enjoyed the sensual feeling on my most sensitive parts, " God, do I love her scent."
Janine strode to me with a feral look in her blue eyes, head bobbing back and forth as she moved, mouthing the song to me. When she was in front of me, she lifted one of her shapely legs high over my head onto my left shoulder and then rested it there as I gulped noticeably. My sex surged in its firmness, and my body temperature rose hotly.
"Feel like making love to you," Janine sang as she leaned her lithe body down towards her thigh with a naughty look on her face at me as she did. Her robe didn't cover all of her legs and stopped short of her knees. My desire to see her nakedness significantly escalated.
"Ohh baby," I mumbled, feeling my pulse increasing steadily.
Janine blew a kiss at me, stiffened her posture, and removed her leg from my shoulder. I wanted to grab that leg and start nibbling on it but couldn't because she restrained my hands earlier. Leisurely, my ex spun around where she didn't face me, and she used her hand to remove her robe from her left shoulder. Janine did the same on the right side, then spun back on her heels to face me, where she licked her lips and put her hands on her hips. My lover loosened the first part of the belt with a large sexy smile on her enticing ruby red lips.
The entrancing red-headed lady slid the robe off one shoulder, then another playfully until it fell to the floor, and she stepped out of it. I nearly ejaculated right there as Janine stood in a red corset with matching red panties, garter belts, and stockings.
"Sweet mother of mercy, have I died and gone to heaven?" I mewled, feeling an immense desire and need for her rage in my body like a virus or a cold. I attempted to loosen the grips around my wrists by pulling on them with the strength that I had.
"No, no, no," Janine sweetly interjected, swaying her round hips as she moved towards me, "it isn't over yet."
My ex bent over, making sure that I saw her juicy cleavage pushed up by the corset, and then she pressed her lips firmly against mine for an open mouth kiss. Ravenously, I kissed Janine wanting to touch her and wishing to rub those fabulous tits of hers. I was insatiable when it came to Janine, and fortunately, she had the same appetite for me.
"What are you doing to me," I moaned as she broke the kiss-off.
A large crash came from the roof, and I stopped stroking my dick for a moment, wondering if I should investigate. Nevertheless, I did not open my eyes as I was halfway through the memory as Janine put on an exceedingly erotic show that day. I persisted in my self-gratification as I already was almost to the point of no return. At any rate, I could not evade my ex-girlfriend's sweet smell, and I imagined it so vividly. I pumped my sex with my right hand vigorously, envisioning that I screwed her in that same chair Janine had me tied up in.
When I finally released all of the pressure that was pent up, I felt a great relief come over me as I imagined my gorgeous ex's precious face as she succumbed to her climax from porking. The solace evacuated my mind and body as I opened my eyes, and I discerned that I now was alone on my bed instead of tangled up in Janine's arms on her bedroom floor. The resulting feeling left me sorrowful and regretful with a heavy heart.