"What the fuck?" Lance shot up bolt straight in bed. He jumped back as if something were climbing on top of him.

The head board of his bed ceased him, the feeling stopped. He was sweating, yet a chill went thru him, he could feel the hairs on his arms and neck standing on end.

"WHAT THE HELL..." He belted out, he blinked his eyes looked around, the morning sun was casting thru the open shades of his bedroom, he jumped out of bed and ran to the bedroom door, hoping to catch whatever the hell it was he felt climbing on him, he stood in the hall looking in both directions...nothing.

Another chill went thru him, and for some strange and unknowing reason he had a hard on, he didn't even have to pee, and the hard-on was throbbing...as if he were about to have intercourse yet he doesn't remember having an erotic dream.

He turned slowly and went back into the bedroom, the chill was fading yet he was still a bit sweaty, he went into the bathroom and studied his reflection.

"Lance your losing it pal". He grinned sideways at himself and shook his head, "this has got to stop, before my imagination causes me to have a stroke at age 21".

He undressed, and turned on the shower, he stepped in, it was Luke warm, it cooled him slightly, he began to soap himself up, starting with his chest, then his lower regions.

He thought he felt a third hand rubbing him where only HE should have been rubbing himself at that time.

He opened his eyes, knowing full well that he was only letting his imagination run away with him again, soap stung his eyes, he put his head under the cascading water and let the soap rinse away...He felt it again.

He wiped his face quick and looked around, his penis was hard again, and as if he was being moved by the power of something else he began to stroke himself, he had no idea why, he just wanted to, he was horny as hell right now, and really wished a female was in there with him, stroking him.

He couldn't help but think of the woman on the beach a few days ago, her perfect physique her long brown hair...and long legs.

He shut his eyes and let his hand be her mouth, or her pussy, he pumped himself into his hand, not knowing what was coming over him, but not wanting to stop.

His hard-on was aching, it was slippery from the soap, he glided into his own palm softly at first putting himself into the imaginary body of the woman on the beach, she was tight, and wet. Her legs were wrapped around him, he could feel her...it was so real.

He pumped a little faster, bracing himself with his elbow on the wall of the shower, holding onto the head of the shower for balance.

She was taking him deeper now, pumping herself into him....and he into her.

He began to moan.....she had no name, so he didn't say a name, just moaned into her imaginary ear. Wishing there was neck to suck and lick, he pumped faster, he was ready to shoot his load into her body up into her with force.

He fucked his hand harder now....sending chills down his own body, she was wrapping her arms and legs around him tighter now, she was cumming too.

He squeezed his hand sporadically, emulating a pussy tightening around him in an orgasmic spasm....he cried out...."ooooh yessss Becky!"

The name came out of no where, he didn't know why, he didn't care, he just wanted to cum deep inside the imaginary woman apparently named Becky for now. He pumped still feeling her spasm tighter around his throbbing cock, his eyes shut tight, he began to shake softly.

He still squeezed and pushed and pulled at his own cock....but it wasn't his cock it was her soft tight pussy, he began to squirt shots of hot cum into nothingness , a wall, and down into the drain, yet he was shooting his come deep inside Becky.

He called out her name one last time "BECCCCKYYY auuuugh baby yeaaaah", he shook again, having after shocks of orgasmic release.

He stroked himself slowly, stroking her pussy slowly as he went limp inside her.

He regained his composure, opened his eyes, suddenly feeling bad about what he just did. But he couldn't help it. If he hadn't been evidently alone, he would have sworn he felt actual legs around his waist, and hands gripping him tight, too keep from falling on the shower floor.

"Ok two things Lance my man"...he said to himself while letting the water run down his body, "one, get a dog....two.....please get laid". He laughed at himself again and got out of the shower.

While standing in bedroom getting dressed, he had the t.v. on and was glancing at CMT trying to keep his mind from drifting back to the imaginary woman he just fucked in the shower. He began to smell something, not strong, but enough to detect it as being a woman's scent, perfume.....Valentino, no, Red...Georgio Red, he loved Red because his ex-girlfriend Danielle used to wear it....but the scent he smelled now wasn't strong and it was fading completely it was as if someone just walked into the room then walked out.

He went to the kitchen to get some cereal and read the news paper out on the deck, just as he stepped out onto the deck he saw her again, he set his bowl and paper down onto the table, and quickly ascended the stairs toward the beach. He wanted to talk to her, find out who she was and where she lived.

She was wearing the yellow one piece again with some khaki short shorts on.

As he drew closer trying not to startle her when he reached her, he felt a chill go thru him fast and stopped only for a second.

"Hello", he said as he drew closer to her. She turned around slowly, as if expecting him.

"Hi", she said looking at him.

Lance stopped again, as if something swooped down from the sky and stole his breath away, he couldn't believe his luck, she was extremely stunning.

Her eyes were the brightest of Green he had ever seen, her face was that of a priceless painting, her legs long and lean...hair shiny and so alive.

She stood up and dusted the sand off her behind and legs.

Her breasts were large, not huge but perfectly large, and her shape was ample and sensuous. Her smile made his heart flip in his chest. She glided toward him, she extended her hand to him.

"How do you do?", she said eyes glinting in the morning sun.

"I , I'm good, My name is Lance", he said looking at her curiously as if she was from another planet where they only made women this perfect.

"Hi Lance, I'm Rebecca, well call me Becky", she said still smiling.

‘What the fuck did she just say?', Lance thought to himself, feeling spooked, as if this were a cruel joke on him.

"Your name is Becky"? He asked smile fading but trying to maintain his charm.

"Yep, Becky. You alright?" She asked noticing the sudden change in him.

"Oh yes, Im fine, its just....for some odd reason, I knew that would be your name".

"I beg your pardon?" She asked head cocked to the side, still smiling but now all to curious.

Lance laughed, "oh man, never mind". He felt stupid now, he let his dropped his shyly, but he still grinned. "Its nothing really". He said shyly looking at her now.

"Its ok," she laughed, "do you live in that house there?" she asked pointing to his house a few yards away.

"Yes I do, I just moved in there a few days ago....where do you live?", he asked curiously.

"Oh I live up there....." she pointed to a house stationed on a hill, to the north.

"Oh I see", lance said wondering, why on earth she was down here when she had the best view and best house in the area.

And as if she were reading his mind, She laughed and said, "I like the view from down here, I used to live where you do now, I lived with Alison and Helen for a while till I moved into that house over there". She pointed again to her house on the hill.

"Oh wow, so you are one of the roommates Alison used to live here with?"...He said confirming what she just told him.

"Yes", she said. Lance noticed a bit of sadness in her voice, but left it alone.

They talked for a little while longer, and she told Lance about all the fun stuff her and her old roommates used to do in that house, he also learned that she slept in the Master Bedroom that he sleeps in now, and that when she moved she sold her share of the house to Alison.

Lance was falling in love with her, he stared at her while she spoke, she spoke softly, and intelligently....she told him she too was a model, and that she wants to be a Vet.

They talked til the afternoon, neither realizing how much time had gone by since he first spoke to her that morning....the only reason he noticed the time was because he was getting hungry, he never ate the bowl of cereal he made for himself.

"Becky, would you like to have lunch, I make a great can of Campbell's soup"....he grinned.

She studied his face, loving what she saw, he was gorgeous, she knew who he was, and didn't care, all she knew was that he reminded her of Eddie...the man she loved. Lance looked just like Eddie, eyes and all. But Eddie was gone now. Dead. He killed himself late one night. Just swam out to sea and never came back, well not technically, his body came back, lifeless.

"You make a great can of soup huh?" she asked grinning.

"Yeah, I'll tell you my secret to a great can of soup"...he said leaning toward her, to whisper...."you open it with a can opener, put it in a pot, and heat it up", he grinned and raised his eyebrows as if he gave away the big secret of life.

She laughed...."I'm gonna have to try that sometime".

They headed to his house, they enjoyed a quiet ocean breezy lunch together. They talked about him, not her. Although he was so curious about her, she always changed the subject when he asked about her past.