Coming Back Home

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

Coming Back Home

Emily was the first to arrive home. It had been a long day and she was exhausted. She knew that if she laid down on the couch, she would fall asleep in an instant even though it was barely 8 o'clock. Her roommate, Megan, was likely going to be home in just a few minutes. Emily figured she'd better wait at least until then. As tired as she was, she was also hungry, and she didn't know if Megan was bringing food or if they were going to be making something.

Megan had moved in just a few weeks after Emily's husband, Bruce, was killed in a car crash. The crash happened just a few days after Bruce and Emily's 8th wedding anniversary. Emily suffered through her first Thanksgiving and Christmas without Bruce but thankfully had supportive friends like Megan. Megan had reasoned, and correctly so, that living alone was probably not a good idea for Emily. And so, in January, Megan asked to move in with Emily and Emily gratefully accepted.

Bruce's death hit everyone hard. Bruce and Emily had no children but they had enjoyed a marriage that looked to most everyone like a fairy-tale romance. They were happy and secure living in the apartment where Emily, and now Megan, now lived. But a brief road trip for Bruce's employer would make Emily a widow when on Bruce's return trip a semi driver, not paying attention to the traffic jam before him, struck Bruce's car from behind and pushed it under the tractor-trailer in front of Bruce, crushing the car more completely than a scrap yard would, and decapitating him. Bruce had excellent life insurance and got double indemnity for the accidental death, and the settlement with the trucking company and driver was made out of court to make Emily a millionaire before her 30th birthday.

Emily was set for life... but she didn't have Bruce. During Bruce and Emily's 8 years together, neither of them ever cheated on the other. With Bruce gone, Emily was, technically, free to roam. But instead of any active dating with men, she decided to satisfy a curiosity she had, going back to the days before she even met Bruce. Many of Emily's high school classmates were deeply into the lesbian lifestyle. Emily always declined their advances but the curiosity always remained... what would it be like? Did a woman give better cunnilingus than Bruce? And what would eating another woman's pussy taste like? Emily frequently took Bruce's penis into her mouth after he had been inside her, so she knew what she, herself, tasted like, but....

It started slowly after Megan's move-in in January. Their apartment was a 2-bedroom unit on the ground floor. The second bedroom was set up as an office for Bruce to work from home on occasion, but it had a spare bed too. That's where Megan slept at first. One particularly difficult night in February, Megan decided to walk Emily to bed to comfort her before going to her own bed in the spare room. Megan held Emily in her arms for a long time when Emily gave Megan The Look. Megan offered no resistance as Emily went in first for a deep, passionate kiss and then reached inside Megan's shirt. Megan responded by doing the same for Emily. This went on for a few minutes before Emily broke off the embrace and explained that she wasn't ready just yet. Megan acknowledged this, too, and let Emily know that she was available any time - to talk, to comfort, or to have sex if she wanted to go there.

Emily went there the very next night. It wasn't aggressive or frantic, but a gentle push to go further than they had the previous night. They talked about Emily's curiosity beforehand. Megan, for her part, had been bisexual for many years, and she gently let Emily lead the way but guided the widow into her first real lesbian experience. It would become the first of many. Emily learned what Megan tasted like and Megan got to taste Emily. Emily's only sex partner after Bruce's death was Megan. Megan stopped using the spare bed in March and the two of them slept together in the same bed every night since.

Bruce and Emily's first date had been at a Halloween party. Emily was dressed as a fairy princess while Bruce was dressed as a king, crown and all. After that party, Bruce was the perfect gentleman, driving Emily home and not asking to come in for one more drink. They did kiss, though, quite passionately in fact, and that began a beautiful and happy romance. They first made love on a beach under cover of darkness just shortly after that beach's opening day. Bruce wasn't Emily's first nor was Emily Bruce's first, but once they had their first sexual encounter, neither of them had sex with anyone else. Exactly one year after they first met, they were married. Bruce and Emily's 9th wedding anniversary, Halloween, was just two days away, and it would be the first without Bruce.

Now, the exhausted Emily tossed her keys and purse on the kitchen counter. A large bowl sat near the end of the counter, filled with candy that Emily had purchased for handing out to trick or treaters. Because it was their anniversary, Bruce and Emily never participated in the Halloween tradition. Their habit was to go out to eat first, and maybe take in either a movie or a Halloween party, and then return home long after the trick or treaters were done, strip off each other's clothes, and make passionate love, often on the big couch in the living room. This year, without Bruce, Emily and Megan decided to let the kids have fun at their door.

Emily grabbed a mini Snickers bar from the bowl, unwrapped it, and popped it in her mouth. She took off her coat and hung it up in the closet between the kitchen and the front door and was just closing the closet door when the front door popped open, revealing a bubbly Megan.

"Hey, Emily," greeted Megan. "Look, I brought pizza!"

"Sounds good," replied Emily, taking the warm box from her roommate. She set it on the counter next to the bowl of candy and opened it. Emily took a deep breath and smiled. "Mmmm. That's so good! Pepperoni and mushroom!"

"You know it!" said Megan as she hung up her own coat. Megan then went to Emily and wrapped her up in a big hug. Emily turned to face Megan and gave her a kiss.

"Let's eat," said Emily. "I'm super tired tonight, but I gotta get some food in me."

Megan smiled in response. "Let me get out of these clothes first, and then I'll join you."

"I'll do the same," said Emily.

A few minutes later, the two of them, in their pajamas, had a couple of pieces of pizza, each, on paper plates on their laps as they sat next to each other on the couch. Emily turned on some TV and the two of them made small talk. Emily certainly didn't need the job that got her so tired, but the comradery was worth it. After the insurance payout, Emily tried to go for a wrongful death lawsuit against the trucking company, but before it could be brought to trial they settled with a 7-figure sum. Emily was set for life but chose to keep working anyway. It beat sitting around at home, even if she had Megan there.

Two pieces weren't enough, Emily discovered, so she got up and walked to the kitchen to get another piece or two. The pizza had cooled off, so Emily pulled a piece out, put it on her paper plate, and stuck it in the microwave for a quick zap. Just after hitting Start, Emily felt the unmistakable touch of a hand cupping her right breast. It sent a tingle that radiated from her breast all the way around her body. She stood up straight to accept another hand reaching her left breast from behind. Bruce used to do it this way to initiate lovemaking, and Megan had picked up on the habit. Emily loved the feeling as the fingers sensually ran over her nipples. She hadn't planned on any sex on this night because of her fatigue, but this was a feeling much too good to pass up.

The microwave beeped to indicate that the pizza was heated up. But at that moment it was hard to tell whether it was the pizza or Emily getting more hot. The hands cupping her breasts beneath her pajama top were gently massaging them, stimulating her whole body in the process. She reached up with one hand to direct one of the hands to a new direction further south. But when her own hand expected to touch the hand of Megan, her hand simply touched her own breast through her pajama top.

Emily whipped around quickly, expecting to see Megan next to her. Instead, she saw Megan still sitting in the living room on the couch, chewing a piece of pizza, staring at the TV. Emily panted and looked down at her hand. She was touching one of her own breasts through the fabric. Her other hand had drifted down to her crotch, which was wet through the fabric. She looked up again to see Megan, completely oblivious to what was going on in the kitchen. Emily was still panting a little but kept it quiet. When the microwave beeped again, Megan turned to look into the kitchen.

"Emily!" cried Megan, dropping her other piece of pizza on the floor and running into the kitchen. Emily was a complete mess. Just a minute earlier she looked completely normal, enjoying pizza with Megan in front of the TV. Now she looked like -

"... you had sex?"

Emily nodded. "I thought you were trying to start sex with me and...". She trailed off. Emily began to cry a little. Megan took Emily in her arms and hugged her. Megan gingerly led Emily to the bedroom and sat her on the bed. Emily explained what she felt along the way.

"I mean, it felt so real!" Emily continued. "It was exactly like when Bruce used to do the same thing to me. Then I thought it was you but it wasn't!"

"Take it easy," said Megan. "It sounds like you were having a lucid dream."

"You mean like a 'waking dream'?"

"Something like that," said Megan as she lifted Emily's feet into the bed. "You sure you're ok?"

"I think so," replied Emily. "If that was a dream, it was like no dream I've ever had before."

Megan covered her roommate with a blanket. "Well, I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. Besides, dreams can be fun! Go with it, next time. See how far it goes!"

Emily started to respond but it quickly descended into a mumble. Megan stood over Emily for a little while to make sure she was completely asleep. Satisfied, Megan went to the kitchen, took out the piece of pizza Emily heated up and put it in the pizza box, then stuck the pizza box in the fridge. She returned to the pizza on the couch but realized her appetite was gone. She shut the TV off, threw her remaining piece of pizza in the garbage, and shut off the lights. She managed to get in to the bedroom by the dim nightlights and climbed into bed next to Emily. Emily was sleeping soundly and Megan soon followed.

----

Emily and Megan's schedules allowed them to usually sleep in until 9 or 10 o'clock but their early bedtime the previous night had them both up and around by 8. Megan put on some coffee and the two of them enjoyed cold pizza for breakfast. Nothing was said regarding Emily's lucid dream the night before. After a relaxing breakfast time, Megan headed to the shower to get ready to go to work. She barely had the water on when Emily stepped into the shower with her. Their wet embrace quickly became sexual when Emily knelt in front of Megan and planted her face firmly between her legs. Emily vigorously licked Megan's pussy until Megan came loudly. Even with the hot water slowly cooling, Megan took the time to switch places with Emily. Megan took the same amount of time to bring Emily to a shuddering climax. Afterwards, they washed each other's hair and bodies, their hands lingering on each other's bodies as much as possible. By the time the shower was done, the hot water was very nearly gone.

They left at the same time to go to their employers, Megan to a local retail store in a strip mall, and Emily to a family restaurant where she was a waitress. The jobs weren't terribly far apart, nor were they far from the place where Bruce used to work. This was all in spite of the fact that the city had more than 100,000 people in it with an Interstate Highway running through it - the very highway where Bruce was killed nearly a year earlier.

The other employees at The Courtyard, the restaurant where Emily worked, were all up to speed on her situation. They were sympathetic without pitying her and were at least as good a bunch of friends as Megan was, without the sexual component. Emily's shift went from 11 o'clock to 7:30. She served food for the lunch and dinner crowds and did general cleaning during the lull between 2 and 4 o'clock. She was The Courtyard's longest-working employee except for the Chef and the Owner, a brother and sister pair that inherited the restaurant from their parents.

Emily arrived just as the first lunch customers came in. It was, except for the lingering memory of the lucid dream she had the previous evening, a normal day. Emily and the other waitress split the load, each taking about half the restaurant. By 1 o'clock, nearly all the customers were gone, and Emily took her time getting things cleaned up. Her sex dream became a more and more distant memory as the afternoon went on.

At 4 o'clock, Emily decided to check and make sure that the schedule was set up to allow her to go home early the next day, as the next day was Halloween and she wanted to get home in time for the trick or treaters. Hopefully Megan's schedule would allow her to do likewise, Emily thought. Everything was set - after a normal schedule today, Emily would start at normal time tomorrow but go home at 4 o'clock to start handing out candy by 5 or 6. It reminded her of the same two days a year earlier. She remembered checking her schedule to make sure that she and Bruce had plenty of time to go their dinner on Halloween. She also recalled the day before, when Bruce surprised her by showing up at The Courtyard. She was in the back office, just like this day, when Bruce came in an closed the door - something no one except employees were normally authorized to do. Bruce got Emily into a tight embrace and kissed her before pushing her onto her knees in front of him. Emily didn't hesitate as she unzipped Bruce's pants and pulled out his already-erect member. Emily put him into her mouth, gobbling up her husband for a couple of minutes before standing up, turning around, and offering her backside to him right there in the office.

Emily's memory suddenly turned into reality as she felt an erection slide into her vagina. It was a slow, steady motion and it didn't stop until it was all the way in. Slowly, the erection was pulled part way out and then, slightly faster, was pushed back in once again. Emily turned to look at her partner but saw no one... and she didn't care. It didn't change the feeling - she was in the throes of ecstasy, having sex with a memory, and it definitely didn't feel like a dream. Emily was wide awake as the thrusting accelerated, pushing her closer and closer to an orgasm.

Emily was panting and sighing as the sex went on. Someone's voice called "Emily!" from outside the office but she couldn't respond. Emily held herself up with both hands with her butt sticking out, twerking up and down as though she really was having sex there.

"Ah! Ahh! Ohh! Ohmygod!" Emily tried to keep it quiet but was not succeeding. Emily's voice was carrying into the dining area at an uncomfortable volume. The restaurant owner was talking to her brother in the kitchen when she first heard Emily and ran to the back office. Despite Emily's rhythmic cries and violent movements, there was no one in the office except Emily. But instead of jolting Emily out of her orgasm, the owner simply closed the door to the office. This sufficiently muffled the sound but left a baffled owner and staff wondering just what was going on. The greatest mystery was how she was having so much fun without touching herself in any way.

In the office, Emily was approaching climax and it was getting harder and harder not to start screaming. The erection thrusting in and out of her was not letting up in the least. The length and girth of it helped stimulate not only her vagina but also her clit. Her panties were completely soaked and the rest of her was soaked with sweat. When she finally cleared the hill, she screamed loudly enough to be heard through the closed door. Susanne, the owner, reopened the door she closed and came in, but closed the door behind her before saying a single word.

"Emily?" she said as gently as possible, "Are you ok?"

Emily took a few seconds to catch her breath before answering. Panting, she answered, "Yeah, I'm ok."

Susanne smiled and asked, "Is that some new kind of vibrator or what?"

Emily caught on that Susanne was on her side. "No. That was no vibrator."

"That was one hell of a climax, though. Just what was going on in here?"

Emily thought about her answer, debating whether or not to confide in Susanne. Emily and her boss were friends, not nearly as close as she was with Megan but close enough to be comfortable with talking about her experience. "You remember last year, just before Bruce died, right?"

"Right," said Susanne, matter-of-factly.

Emily sat on the chair at the desk and pointed to the chair opposite her for Susanne to sit down. Emily then related the story of how she had a waking dream the night before, and then had the sexual incident in the office. "I don't actually think I'm having a dream."

"Oh?" asked Susanne. "Surely you've heard of sleep walking. Maybe you were sleep fucking -"

"No," said Emily, cutting her off. "This was nothing like that. But I do think I know who it was."

Susanne gave Emily a perplexed look. "'Who' it was?"

"Yeah. 'Who'."

"Go on," prompted Susanne.

"It was Bruce. I'm not sleep fucking. I'm being haunted," concluded Emily.

The door to the office was opened again, and one of Emily's co-workers stuck her head in the office. "Hey are you two done yet? We're getting pretty full out here!"

Emily stood up and brushed herself off. "On my way."

She started towards the door when Susanne stopped her. "Just make sure we don't have an incident in front of customers. Got it?"

"Got it," replied Emily.

The rest of the evening did, indeed, go smoothly and routinely. Emily shared her allotment of customers and received a typical amount of tips. Before leaving for the night, Emily put together two plates of food to bring home to share with Megan. Getting her experience and her speculation of what really happened to her out in the open rejuvenated her. Instead of being her usual tired self when she got home, she was wide awake and enthusiastically waiting for Megan's arrival.

Since Megan didn't stop for food on the way home, her arrival was even quicker after Emily's arrival than the previous night. Emily explained the incident at work to Megan while they ate their reheated supper, then relaxed on the couch with some TV like the previous night.

"So you're, like, reliving the last times you and Bruce made love?" asked Megan.

"I think it's even more than that," answered Emily. "I think it's actually him, coming back home to relive our last moments together. It was exactly a year ago that he surprised me at the restaurant and we made love in the office. Tomorrow will be the anniversary of the last time he and I actually ever made love, right here on this couch. When we're done passing out candy, I'm going to sit here and enjoy it."

Megan smiled. "I'll be here too, you know. Want to make it a threesome?"

Emily grinned. "You know, I've never had a threesome..."

----

The rest of the evening passed normally as did the following morning. Halloween had arrived and another normal workday started...

... except for the anticipation of another re-living. Emily's enthusiasm was counterbalanced by Megan's skepticism. Emily's theory that the ghost of Bruce was having sex with her on the anniversary of their last few encounters sounded reasonable enough, but the 'lucid dream' idea sounded more plausible to Megan. It was impossible to ignore the coincidence of the last two encounters, though. They would know for sure, though, after they were done handing out candy that evening.

Emily and Megan both got off work early enough to get home and set up for trick or treating. It was an easy task since the decorations were already up and Emily had already purchased the candy. The two of them opted not to have any costumes of their own and just enjoy the kids and sometimes their parents who came by in their costumes. The first couple of kids arrived around 5 o'clock, with the young brothers donning Batman and Robin costumes. It was another 15 minutes before another kid came by. By 6 o'clock, there was a short line waiting to get some treats from the two young ladies in apartment 8.

The flow was steady for a long while and only started to slow down a little when it started to get dark, around 7 o'clock. The kids were costumed in lots of different and sometimes unique ways. Sometimes even the parents had costumes to go along with the kids. There was even a little dog on a leash dressed up in a hot dog bun and covered in fake mustard.

"Trick or treat!" said a tiny girl dressed as a fairy princess.

"You are so cute!" said Megan, sitting next to Emily on a couple of lawn chairs outside their door. Megan reached over to take the bowl from Emily. "Here, you deserve a treat!"

Emily's grip on the candy bowl was as hard as rigor mortis. She stared straight ahead, not at the little girl but at the girl's dad standing a few feet behind her, partially in shadow, not saying a word or acknowledging Megan or the girl at all.

"Emily?" asked Megan.

The little girl nervously stood still in front of Megan, holding her plastic pumpkin in front of her in expectation. Megan looked at the girl and then back at Emily. Emily was frozen. Her look was vacant like something got switched off in her brain. Without taking her eyes off Emily, Megan reached into the candy bowl and pulled out a handful and placed it in the little girl's treat bag. Megan then spotted the cause of Emily's sudden freeze. The dad was dressed in regal robes with a golden crown atop his head. He carried a scepter in one hand. He had a full but well-trimmed beard and mustache and stood about 6 feet tall.

He looked exactly like pictures Megan had seen of Bruce.

"Emily are you ok?" asked Megan. There was still no response. Megan started to feel panic. She yanked a little harder on the bowl to take it for herself but in the process pulled Emily out of her chair. Emily landed with a soft thud on the concrete between Megan and the little girl, her head landing on Megan's shoe. The dad came rushing up to help. Megan looked at the dad. "You got your phone on you? Quick, call 9-1-1."

The dad quickly obliged. His daughter looked more scared than anyone, so Megan pulled her in for a big hug. Megan looked in the candy bowl, noting that there wasn't much left. There wasn't anyone waiting in line, so she nonchalantly poured the bowl into the little girl's pumpkin.

An hour later, Emily was laying on the couch with Megan sitting near Emily's head. The paramedics had come and gone, concluding that Emily had done nothing worse than fainting. Emily sustained no injuries from the fall and only just got a little dirty. Emily was quickly revived outside and they closed down their trick or treating. Megan thanked the dad profusely and the girl went home with a boatload of mini Snickers bars. Megan made sure to turn the outside light off and lock the door.

Emily hadn't stopped crying since being revived. Megan tried comforting her but to no avail.

"I'm so embarrassed," said Emily, mournfully.

"It's ok, really," said Megan, trying to be reassuring. "You just got yourself a bad shock is all."

Emily sniffled and said, "But it's so stupid. And that girl, oh my God, she's going to be traumatized for life, and -"

"Stop it," said Megan, a bit more forcefully. "She was fine. She thought you got sick, is all. Her dad never appeared to figure it out, either, but he did a fantastic job helping the situation. Everything's ok now."

Emily slowly sat up, shaking her head. "No, it isn't," she said. "This was supposed to be a special night. My first anniversary without Bruce and I was looking forward to his ghost coming over so we could, you know..."

Megan nodded. "I know. Did the last two encounters happen at the same time of day as when you two did is last year?"

Emily wiped a tear from her eyes. Still sniffling, she said, "Yeah. About the time I passed out would have been the anniversary of the last time Bruce and I made love. We got home from going out to eat and came in here and did it right here on the couch."

"So we would have been handing out candy yet at the moment you were supposed to have your encounter, then..."

"And then it was like I saw him." Emily started crying some more. "My god, Megan, he looked exactly like Bruce!"

"You mean his costume looked exactly like Bruce," corrected Megan. "I mean, he did look kind of like Bruce but he was at least 10 years older. Besides, did Bruce still have the King costume?"

"No," answered Emily. "We got rid of that thing a long time ago, donating it to a thrift store."

"Dang, girl," said Megan. "You do realize that that could have been the exact costume, right?"

"Oh, I know," said Emily. "But the shock of seeing this guy and his daughter..." Emily trailed off. "I don't know why I should have been so shocked, you know? I mean, think about it: the highlight of the night was supposed to be having his ghost make love to me on the anniversary of the last time it happened."

Megan shifted position on the couch and looked into Emily's eyes. "How did it start? Do you remember?"

Emily was taken aback by the question but quickly recovered. "Our sex was never particularly kinky. We would just strip each other, kiss, and then I'd blow his dick or he'd eat my pussy."

"Which was it that night?" Megan asked. "Think about it; the last time you and Bruce made love, how did it start?"

Emily thought about it for a second and then said, "We got naked and we kissed and then he ate me, and..."

Megan instantly got to work on Emily's clothes. Emily still had her work clothes on and they were easy to remove. Emily offered no resistance to Megan as Megan removed every piece of clothing from Emily. Before going in for a kiss and then sex, Megan stood up and did likewise in front of the naked Emily. Finally, she climbed on top of Emily and gave her a long, passionate kiss. Megan slid down Emily's body until she reached the target between Emily's legs and pulled Emily's legs gently apart. Megan lowered herself onto Emily's womanhood and began to lick.

Emily didn't resist Megan's sexual advance but she also didn't really respond. She leaned back on the couch and accepted her roommate's tongue, but after a few minutes it was obvious that she was getting no pleasure from it. Megan felt it too. She continued for a little while longer but it was obvious that Emily was just not into it.

Megan raised herself and said, "Maybe I could get the strap-on."

Emily shook her head. "No," she began, "forget it. You tried. It's not going to happen tonight. Bruce is truly gone."

Megan got all the way up and looked at Emily, still sitting naked on the couch. Megan went into the bedroom and came back out wearing her pajamas. Emily was still naked and sitting in the exact same position as she was before. Megan got some leftovers out of the fridge and heated them up. She gave some to Emily and sat down next to her. "If you want to talk or do anything, just let me know."

For the first time in several minutes, Emily actually moved. She looked over at Megan and nodded, then took her plate of food from next to her and ate. Megan turned on the TV and they watched and ate their food like they had done dozens of times before except Emily didn't usually do it naked. Hardly a word was spoken between them. Eventually, Megan looked at Emily and asked, "Do you work tomorrow?"

Emily nodded. "Yeah, I do."

With that, Megan went to bed and Emily soon followed. Megan was almost asleep when Emily climbed in. She noted that Emily still didn't bother putting on pajamas; coming to bed naked was usually a sign that she wanted sex, but it was obvious that all Emily wanted to do was get to sleep herself. Emily normally slept facing Megan but not this night. Megan turned to cuddle against Emily and the two of them fell asleep together.

----

The next day was totally normal. Emily showered immediately after she woke. Megan followed when Emily was done. No attempt was made to do anything sexual with each other as they went about their morning routine. Both headed to their jobs at normal time.

Susanne and the rest of the crew at The Courtyard noted Emily's muted tone. Everyone knew about Emily and Bruce's wedding anniversary being on Halloween and the fact that Emily had to suffer through her first one without Bruce. Susanne agreed to let Emily go home early to pass out candy the previous day on the belief that this would do Emily some good. Obviously, it didn't. Thankfully, it didn't seem as though it was affecting Emily's ability to do her job.

Emily, on the other hand, wasn't having an easy time of it. Not only did her fainting spell make her miss Bruce all the more, but this day was the anniversary of the last time she saw Bruce alive before he left on the road trip that would eventually take his life. It was a good thing it was a Sunday, as the lunch crowd was larger than most other days, and this provided a good distraction. But it was all Emily could do trying to keep it together. Emily went into the back office where the schedule board was and tried to call back the memory of Bruce's surprise visit and the sex they enjoyed in that spot, but it did nothing for her this time. Emily broke down crying, sitting at the desk and putting her face on her arms on the desk.

"Oh, God, I miss you so much," she sobbed. One of the other waitresses poked her head into the office but then turned around and left. Emily got hold of herself enough to stand up and head out of the office before the dinnertime customers started to come in. Susanne stopped her in the doorway first.

"If I were you," said Susanne, barely loud enough for Emily to hear, "I'd go into the restroom and wash my face before the supper rush."

Emily put on the first smile she had in almost 24 hours. "Ok, I'll do that."

After work, Emily drove home to find Megan there first. Megan was preparing a meal, a simple chicken breast dish with rice and veggies. It was one of Emily's favorites. "What's all this?" asked Emily.

"I figured I owed you after the bad night you had," replied Megan.

"Owed me? Pffft. If anything, I owe you an apology. You did your best to help me reignite my sex life with Bruce's ghost. Now, it's over. It's time to just move on."

Megan took a moment out from chopping veggies to give Emily a big hug and kiss. She held Emily out at arm's length and said, "All right. Let's move on, then. Help me with this stuff and then we'll eat. Sound like a plan?"

"Only if you promise that this food isn't the only thing we eat tonight," said Emily with a coy smile.

Emily helped prepare the meal and they ate together at the dining room table. Afterwards, they cleaned up and put things away and retired to the bedroom to enjoy an evening of sex. They spent the entire evening engaging in all manner of lesbian sex, using their tongues and fingers and even some toys to explore each other's bodies. Emily and Megan both experienced multiple orgasms before finally collapsing in a sweaty heap on the bed. They fell asleep, naked and tangled up in each other, having not mentioned a single time the name of Bruce or the anniversary that just went by.

Bruce's road trip a year earlier lasted only a couple of nights. For Emily, the next two days were quite ordinary. She had the first day off as was customary for most Monday nights, and then worked a regular shift on Tuesday. Megan's schedule had her working both days. Everything seemed to be back to normal.

Emily was off a little earlier on Wednesday as part of a routine rotation of their schedule. Emily decided to return the favor that Megan gave her by preparing a meal that would be ready by the time Megan got home. Thoughts of Bruce returned for Emily but the crushing grief was gone. She had made it through a year of widowhood and was facing a good albeit uncertain future. It didn't cross her mind that this day was the anniversary of Bruce's death until she pulled up behind a large traffic jam. She had no idea what was causing the jam, as she couldn't see any construction ahead. Emily put the car in park, anticipating a long wait for the traffic jam to clear up. Her car's nose was very close to the trailer in front of her.

She looked up at the rearview mirror just in time to see the semi barrelling towards her at full speed. It wasn't slowing down the least bit - either the driver had no notice of the traffic jam of cars or had fallen asleep. Either way, Emily didn't even have time to process panic in the face of her impending doom. From the time she noticed the truck coming up behind her to the impact that crushed her into the trailer in front of her was less than a second.

The pain of being crushed inside tons of steel on all sides of her wasn't as bad as the feeling like she was being choked. Her airbag had deployed when the front of her car was crumpled against the Mansfield bar on the truck in ahead of her, but the sensation around her neck was unmistakably that of being strangled. As she was about to lose consciousness for the very last time in her life, she felt another sensation. The feeling of first one hand and then two reaching around her from behind and cupping her breasts. The hands reached under her shirt and gently massaged her breasts. The sensual feeling cancelled out all others and she smiled.

----

Megan was alerted of the accident thanks to an app on her phone and she rushed out to the accident scene. It took a bit getting past the emergency workers who kept trying to keep her away from the scene but she pleaded to be able to see her roommate. When the trucks in front of and in back of Emily's car were pulled far enough away from the crumpled wreck, Megan got her first good look. The car that previously spanned about 14 feet from bumper to bumper was now less than 4 feet long. Inside, sat behind the wheel, her body crushed to the same extent as the car. Her head was still attached but just barely, tilted to one side. But it was Emily's face that Megan and everyone else noticed. Emily wasn't just smiling but had a look of ecstasy on her face as though she was having an orgasm. Her eyes were open.

Megan wasn't able to get any closer than about 20 feet from the wreck. "I guess she got to be with Bruce after all," said Megan.

The EMT next to her turned to look at Megan. "Bruce?" she asked.

"Her husband was killed near here last year on this day," said Megan.

It suddenly dawned on the EMT who she was talking about.

Megan later signed a witness statement and body identification. She was buried next to Bruce in a local cemetery. Her estate went to her mother who distributed Emily's wealth among Emily's siblings - and Megan. The trucking company responsible for Bruce's death was also responsible for Emily's, and they made a similar payout before closing up shop once and for all.