By The Fire

It was Halloween night a few years ago. It was dark and raining, and
we kept losing electricity. I live a couple miles off the main road -
usually people don't come down this way unless they know somebody, and
trick-or-treating is virtually non-existent. I was hanging out,
watching TV when there was a knock on the door. Looking at the clock,
I saw it was nearly 10:00, and I wondered to myself who could that
possibly be? I answered the door, and saw the most beautiful woman I'd
ever seen. She looked to be in her early-20's. She was around 5 foot
8, blond hair, crystal blue eyes, and had a figure to die for. She was
dripping wet, her long hair covering half her face, and her full
breasts were clearly visible through her wet clothes. I stood there
for a moment, staring at her, before I said "Hi. Can I help you?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you on a night like this," she said, "but my
car died and I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call for
help?" She looked so pathetic, standing there on my stoop, soaked to
the skin. It took me about half a second to invite her inside.

"The phone's over there", I said. "But it won't help you. The local
garage is closed until morning, and you won't get a taxi to come out
this far on a night like this. You can stay here in the extra bedroom
if you want." I stuck out my hand. "My name's Jake, by the way." She
took my hand in hers. Her skin was so soft, as she shook it lightly.
"Hi Jake," she said. "I'm Lana." I smiled at her as she talked. "I'm
originally from out of state, but I'm here going to college. I
appreciate your offer, Jake, but I just pledged Rho Iota Phi sorority,
so maybe one of my sisters can come out here and pick me up."

My heart sank. Even though I knew nothing would happen if she stayed
the night, just being able to get to know this beautiful girl would be
enough for me. At 27 and still single, I was hoping for some company
on a dreary, lonely night. Lana headed for the phone to call one of
her sisters as I waited in the living room to give her some privacy. I
heard her slam the phone down and called out to her "Everything
alright, Lana?" As she stormed into the living room she said, "Phone's
are all messed up. I keep getting a fast busy signal." She calmed down
a little as she said, "Is your offer to crash in the spare bedroom
still open?" I tried hard not to smile too much. "Of course! Come on,
I'll show you where it is." I showed her my small guest room, pointed
out the bathroom to her, and said, "I know you don't have anything to
change into, but I have some old t-shirts you can wear to sleep in, if
you want. Also, there's a robe on the back of the door, you can change
into that for now, and I'll toss your clothes into the drier for you."
Lana smiled at me. "Are you just trying to get me naked," she asked. I
laughed. "No no no....I just thought you might be more comfortable if
you got out of your wet clothes!" Now it was her turn to laugh.
"That's OK," she said. "I really would like to put on something dry.
Is it OK if I use the shower too? I feel so grimy, it's like I haven't
showered in years!" I brought her a couple of towels and went back
downstairs.

I mindlessly flipped through the channels on the TV, waiting for her
to come back. After what seemed like an eternity, Lana finally joined
me. She was wearing my robe, the sash tied loosely around her, and a
towel wrapped around her hair. She looked even better than I imagined,
and all I could think of was undoing the sash and making love to every
inch of her body. She pointed at the fireplace and asked, "Does that
work? I'm still kind of chilled, and a fire would feel nice right
about now." As I bent over to start the fire, I swear I felt her
staring at me. As the fire roared to life, I asked Lana if I could get
her anything to drink. She suggested some wine, so I hurried off to
the kitchen to grab us a couple of glasses. I headed back to the
living room carrying our drinks, admiring the way the fire reflected
off of Lana's smooth skin. We sat in front of the fireplace, drinking
and talking as the fire warmed our flesh and the wine warmed us
inside. As we relaxed, we moved into a more reclining position, until
we were lying on our sides, facing each other, with Lana's back to the
fire. As the light from the fire filled the room, it captured Lana's
face in such a way that she looked almost angelic. As we talked and
laughed, things were moving towards something that I'm not sure either
of us was ready for. I leaned closer to Lana, and as we closed our
eyes, our lips met in the softest kiss I'd ever shared. As I reached
out to pull her closer to me, Lana rolled over onto her stomach and
smiled at me. "Would you rub my back," she asked. "I'm very tense,
with the storm, and my car and all..."

Without saying a word, I straddled her back and started rubbing her
shoulders. As I moved my hands down her back, Lana said, "This is no
good. You're burning my skin, rubbing the cloth into me like that."
She raised herself up, untied the robe, and pulled it off her
shoulders, leaving her completely naked from the waist up. Before she
lay back down on the plush carpeting, she looked back at me and
smiled, giving me a quick glance of her left nipple. It was pink and
beautiful, and just the slightest bit erect. (I, on the other hand,
was getting very erect). I rubbed her bare shoulders and down her back
as she moaned softly, relaxing underneath me. As I reached the edge of
the robe, right above her ass, she lifted up her hips, and allowed me
to pull the robe the rest of the way off. I kneeled between her legs,
staring at her gorgeous ass, while she lay there spread out for me,
resting her head on her hands. I started rubbing again, this time
beginning at her feet. She almost purred as she said, "Mmmm
Jake...don't stop, that feels so nice..." I slowly kneaded her calves,
slowly working my way up her legs. Gently, I pushed her legs apart,
giving me more room, and leaving me a clear view of her beautiful
pussy. I took a chance as I rubbed her thighs, and leaned down to kiss
her lower back. This really started to get Lana going as she started
to squirm underneath me. Slowly I kissed lower and lower as my hands
moved higher and higher. I planted small kisses up and down her cheeks
as my hands worked towards her pussy.

With no more leg left to rub, I glided my hand slowly across her pink
lips. A deep moan escaped her lips as she lifted her hips, pointing
her ass towards me. I needed no more encouragement as I started
fingering her from behind. From this angle I could see that Lana's
pussy was completely shaved. I brought my finger to my lips, tasting
her sweetness, and whispered to her, "Mmmm Lana....you taste so good.
Roll over for me...." She slowly turned over, giving me my first look
at her bare breasts. She smiled at me and said, "Do you like what you
see?" I looked at her, almost not believing what was happening and
said, "Lana, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." As she
blushed a deep crimson, I lay between her firm thighs and pressed my
tongue into her slit. As Lana moaned again, she put her hands on my
shoulders, pulling me closer. She tasted so wonderful as I licked and
sucked on her pussy. I reached up to tweak her nipples as I ate her,
causing her to moan even louder. She took her hands off my shoulders
and moved them to her pussy, spreading her lips apart. As I fucked her
with my tongue, I heard her breathing start to change, and her moans
were getting louder. I slid my mouth up to her clit and sucked it into
me. Holding her clit between my lips I sucked it in and out of my
mouth. That was all it took as Lana screamed out in an incredible
orgasm. I kept her clit in my mouth as she came for me, her nails
digging into my back as she thrust her hips towards me. As she gained
control of herself I released her clit from my mouth and kissed my way
back up her body. As I reached her lips, we kissed with a passion I
had never felt before. It was like our souls were merging as we
kissed, our tongues wrestling in each other's mouths. I felt Lana
reach down to my cock as we kissed, as guide me towards her. As the
head of my cock entered her, she took her hand away and wrapped her
arms around my neck. We never broke our kisses as I eased my cock into
her warm, tight pussy. With each thrust, more of my cock entered her,
until my full seven and a half inches were buried deep inside her. I
slowly thrust in and out of her, as we devoured each other with our
kisses.

With each thrust, I pounded my cock into Lana harder and faster. She
broke our kiss as she pulled me down to her, holding me flat against
her as we made love. She met my every thrust, as I drove my cock in
and out. Lana wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me still deeper
inside of her. As I slammed my cock inside her pussy, I felt my orgasm
staring to build. I was calling her name over and over...."Oh
LANA....I'm so close...." She cried out, "Oh JAKE...OHHH
GODDDDDDDDDD....OH GODDDDDDD....." as she exploded in another orgasm.
Her muscles clenched my cock over and over as she came, squeezing my
manhood as her orgasm ripped through her. I couldn't last any longer,
and I drove my cock as hard and deep into her as I could. I buried my
face in her shoulder, biting her flesh as my whole body stiffened and
I started to shoot my cum deep inside of her. Load after load of my
cum filled her pussy, and I finally collapsed on top of her, both of
us spent, barely able to move.

We laid there for a few minutes, my deflating cock still inside of her
as we kissed each other softly. As I rolled off her, she rested her
head on my bare chest as we drifted off to sleep. Somewhere in my
subconscious I heard the clock chime midnight as I faded away...I woke
up around 9:00 the next morning, alone. I noticed everything was
cleaned up; the wine glasses were even put away where they belonged,
as I walked around the house. I called for Lana, but nobody answered.
I checked the basement, thinking she went downstairs to get her
clothes, but she was nowhere to be found. The drier was empty, and I
checked the bathroom and found my robe hanging on the back of the door
where it belonged. I thought maybe it was all a dream, that none of it
really happened as I continued calling for my beautiful lover. No
matter how much I searched, I couldn't find her, and I couldn't even
find any evidence of her ever being there. I figured I could go out
and look for her so I took a quick shower, and got dressed. As I
finished my breakfast, I went to throw out the trash and there it was
- an empty wine bottle. Now I was really confused, as I got in my car
and headed for her college.

I had some friends who went here, so I knew the layout of the campus
pretty well. I headed out for sorority row, and searched for Rho Iota
Phi, but couldn't find it. I saw a couple of students walking around
and asked them if they knew where the Rho Iota Phi house was and they
looked at me strangely. One of them said, "There's no Rho Iota Phi
sorority on this campus, mister. Sure you have the name right?" I
said, "Yes. Rho Iota Phi. Thanks anyway." I headed towards the
admissions building. Someone there had to have heard of her sorority.

I stopped at the receptionist's desk and asked her if she could help
me find a student. She asked her name, and I said "Lana." The
receptionist looked at me and said, "Lana what?" I stopped to think. I
never got her last name. I said, I'm not sure how to spell her name,
but I know she's in Rho Iota Phi sorority. She looked at me, as
confused as the students were and said, "Sir, there's no Rho Iota Phi
on this campus." I heard a voice from the back call out, "Rho Iota
Phi? There used to be a Rho Iota Phi here, back in the 60's, but the
sorority house burned down and they never rebuilt it." An older woman
appeared from behind a cubicle as she continued, "Most of the girls
were seniors anyway, and with no funds to rebuild the house, the
chapter died out. Incredibly, despite the raging fire, only two people
died. A girl and her boyfriend were trapped inside and couldn't escape
before the building collapsed. There was a huge investigation, but no
criminal charges were ever filed in the case, and it was just ruled an
awful accident. Would you like to see the newspaper from the day
after? I can take you down to the archives."

I followed her downstairs to a musty file room, as she introduced
herself as Miss Green. She opened up a book from 1967. Flipping
through it, Miss Green found the newspaper she was looking for. It was
dated exactly 30 years earlier, November 1, 1967. I was stunned as I
looked at the front page. It had a picture of two students, one male,
one female with the headline "TWO STUDENTS PERISH IN HALLOWEEN FIRE".
The male student was identified as James Moss, 19, but the picture I
couldn't take my eyes off of was the female. It was Lana. The caption
identified her as Lana Phillips, 20. I started to read the article...
"A Halloween party got out of hand last night, as a fire broke out at
the Rho Iota Phi sorority house. Everyone managed to escape the blaze
except for two students who were upstairs at the time and got
trapped..."

I couldn't take my eyes off Lana's picture in the campus paper. How
could it have been her? She died 30 years ago! But it was. Her beauty
was etched into my mind forever. There was no mistaking her face. "Did
you find what you were looking for," she asked. "I don't know," I
said. "I just don't know."

"Would you like me to make a copy of the article for you?" I mumbled
something that must have sounded like yes, because Miss Green
disappeared for a minute, returning with a photocopy of the newspaper
for me. I thanked her for her help and slowly walked back to my car.
Was it all a dream? But what about the wine? And the name of the
sorority? And that picture? There was no denying that was Lana....but
how could it be? She was dead...dead 30 years to the night....could it
be possible....? I walked passed my car, wandering aimlessly around
campus, thinking about Lana, staring at her picture from the
newspaper. Thinking about how beautiful she was. How soft her skin
was. How angelic she looked when the fire hit her face...