Craig slid into bed beneath the cool sheets and waited for Mandie to finish her shower and join him for a round of 'hide the salami.' He propped the pillows behind his back, grabbed a magazine off the end table and began to flip through it when the phone rang. He immediately looked at the clock. It was 10:30. Who the hell would call at that hour? He grabbed the receiver and growled a 'hello.' Whoever was on the other line just listened for a moment and then hung up. Craig looked at the phone and then slammed it back down.

"Son of a bitch!" He said and went back to his magazine. He hated when people hung up on him. If they had the wrong number, a simple 'oh sorry' would be acceptable but to just hang up without saying a word was very ignorant and annoying. His temper had cooled a bit by the time Mandie came strolling out of the bathroom, freshly showered, shaved, perfumed and wearing a revealing nightie. She smiled at him as she hopped into bed next to him. He dimmed the light and slid down next to her. She looked up at him and he kissed her lightly on her mouth. She smelled wonderful, something tropical. He touched her still damp skin, running his fingers lightly down from her neck to her shoulder and between her breasts. One hand fondled her while he pressed his lips firmly against hers. She reached down under the covers to touch his manhood. It came to life under her gentle touch and light strokes. His tongue explored, his hand manipulated. He positioned himself above her and pulled up her nightie. He reached a hand between her legs and felt her. He drew his hand back quickly when he felt the oddest thing. There wasn't any hair there. A huge grin spread across his face.

"What did you do Mandie?" He asked. She smiled slyly and took his hand and placed it back down there.

"I thought I would do something different for you tonight ..." He rubbed his fingers all around feeling nothing but soft skin. It was highly erotic! He slid his finger inside and couldn't believe how insanely wonderful was the feeling of her bald pussy. He wanted to feel that softness all around his dick but first he wanted to kiss it. He moved downward and pushed her legs apart. First he kissed softly and then ran his tongue all around it.

"Oh God, Mandie ..." He moaned and his tongue explored some more. As much as he was enjoying it, she was enjoying it much, much more!! She closed her eyes and let him play. His excitement over this new "toy" was to her benefit! After a bit of licking and kissing and sucking, he let his tongue slide inside her and wiggled it around. She sighed heavily and then moaned softly. It didn't take long for him to bring her to climax and then he, again, positioned himself above her. He touched the head of his dick to her hairless pussy and rolled his eyes. "Oh God, this is too good." He sighed and then pushed himself into her. He lay forward, down on her and just held it in there a moment. It felt heavenly, his dick pushed against her. He started to move then. After a few grunts and groans he came with explosive force. Afterward, they fell asleep quickly only to be awakened at three by the phone ringing. Mandie picked it up and groggily said 'hello.' There wasn't anyone there, after a moment the caller hung up. Craig's eyes cracked open and he rolled towards Mandie.

"What the hell was that?" He slurred. She hung up the phone and lay back down.

"I don't know, they hung up." Craig's eyes popped open and he sat up.
"Someone called earlier and hung up when I answered. Jeez, I hope everyone is okay. I hope it isn't mom or dad having a stroke or something ..." He considered calling them but couldn't decide if he should or not. He sat there scratching his head, pondering what to do. What if it was Brent? He sure had gotten himself into some trouble lately, what if something was wrong with Annie? He got up and paced the room. He decided to call his Mom. The phone rang several times before Dad answered with a gruff 'what is it?'

"Dad, it's me Craig. I'm sorry to wake you but I was worried about you." Dad sighed on the other end.

"What are you worried about Greg? Did you have another bad dream?" When Greg was younger he had been plagued by terrifying dreams for a period of some six months. They were so horrific that Mom took him to see a psychiatrist and then, as quickly as they came, disappeared. He hadn't had one since. He shuddered at the thought of them.

"No, Dad, no bad dream but someone called here just now and hung up and I thought I would call just to make sure you and Mom were ok." He heard his mom in the background asking her husband who it was. He heard Dad cover the mouthpiece on the phone and say, "Craig."

"Well, everything's fine here, son. Well they were fine, until you called!!" Craig felt bad and looked down.

"Sorry Dad. Tell Mom I love her and you two go back to sleep." Dad grunted. "Oh, have you heard from Brent? Is he okay? Or Annie?"

"Talked to him earlier, everyone is ok - if you know what I mean." Dad said the last part quietly. Greg knew what he meant and nodded.

"Okay, go back to sleep. Love you." And they hung up. Craig went out into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of milk. He drank it down and walked around the apartment making sure the doors and windows were locked and then went back into the bedroom. Mandie was sleeping soundly. He wished he could have been. Those calls unnerved him. True, they were just hangups but still, he had that eerie feeling. He climbed back into bed next to his fiance. He slipped his arms around her and pulled her to him. He tried to close his eyes and relax and found he couldn't. He just stared around the room until he could hold them open no more ...

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