Ghost · Part 1 (1/2)
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I went to bed Sunday night feeling a bit depressed. Weekends did that to me, with the knowledge that others went out and had fun while I did nothing, and it had been the kind of warm spring weekend that people say is ripe for romance. I was lying on my side wondering if I would ever find a girl, one arm under my pillow and the other arm hugging the covers against my ear when I heard a quiet voice. "Hello?" it said, sounding tentative. It was a softly feminine voice, but there was nobody in the room who could have spoken. After a brief startle, I ignored the voice and assumed that I'd imagined it. "Hello," it said again, more firmly, just as my thoughts had begun to drift. "Who are you?
What are you doing in my room?" I answered, sitting up in the darkness as I groped for the bedside lamp. The light flashed on, partially blinding me, but I could see well enough. Nobody was in the room with me. "Don't get upset," the voice said, pleading. "I don't really have a name, I guess you can pick one. I'm in your room because I like you, and I've decided that it's time for me to introduce myself. I hope you don't mind." I sat in my bed with my back against the wall, staring around my empty room and seeing no sign of anyone. The voice seemed to come from nowhere in particular. "Where are you hiding? Come on out where I can see you. What do you mean, you like me." "Just that.
I've been following you for a year now, and I like you. As to why you can't see me, I don't have a body yet." I slumped in my bed and pulled the covers back up to my chin. "Then this must be a dream," I said. "What do you mean, you don't have a body. What are you?" "I guess I'm a spirit, or something like that." "What do you mean, you guess. Besides, I don't believe in spirits." "It really doesn't matter what you believe," the voice said, with a chuckle. "I'm me, I'm real, I like you, and I'd like to be your friend." "It's a hell of a way to begin a friendship," I said, sitting up angrily in bed. "Following me around for, what was it you said, for a year?
Where have you followed me anyway?" "Everywhere, most of the time. I'd like to sleep with you." "What?" "What I said, I want to sleep with you. What kind of body would you like me to have?" "I've never slept with a girl before," I said, feeling very unsure of myself. "I know," she said, sounding sympathetic. "I'd like to make love with you. What kind of body do you want me to have?" "Are you saying you can materialize, that you can look like anyone I want?" "Yes." "That sounds obscene!" "Why?" "It does, that's all." "There must be a reason." I sighed and slumped down in my bed. "I don't know. This is too weird!
Maybe it's just that dreams, fantasies, things like that, maybe they aren't supposed to come true. Shouldn't I have to earn my friends and accept the bodies nature gave them?" "Usually," she said, sounding serious. "But you did earn me, and since I don't have a body right now, you have a choice about how you'd like me to look." "What do you mean, I earned you?" "You earned me, just that. I've followed many men over the years, and you're the first one who's interested me in a long time. "Why me?" "Do people need reasons?" "No, I guess not." "OK, so how do you want me to look?" I hesitated, and then decided to play along. "How about tall and slim, about my size." "Easy enough," she said.
"Pick a skin color." "I don't know," I said, and then chuckled. "Suntans look nice, but I think tanning's a stupid activity. How about naturally dark skin, like people from India or something." "Hair color?" "Black, I suppose. Anything else would look out of place. Make it straight and long, and I guess your features should look Indian too, you know, oriental." "But most tall slim Indians have western looking features." "They do? OK, if you say so." "What about my figure." "How about medium to small breasts, with big nipples." She chuckled again. "This is fun, I guessed that one from the kinds of girls you like to watch.
How about build, skinny, lightly padded or muscular?" "Slim but muscular," I said. "Be functional, not decorative." "Body hair?" "I don't believe this," I said, flustered by the thought of ordering a human body the way you'd order a meal in a restaurant. She chuckled. "I'm sorry, I gess this is a bit weird, but do you want my body to have hair, pubic hair and armpit hair?" "What choice have I got? I mean, it's stupid for women to shave their bodies, but I guess I like the idea of a hairless body." "OK, I can make me hairless," she said, and then paused. "That about covers everything, ready for me to materialize?" "No!" I said, suddenly aware that I was naked.
"Let me put something on." "Why bother? I can't materialize clothing, only a body, so I'll be nude. Anyway, I've followed you around for a year; I'm used to what you look like when you're nude, and I like it." I sighed. "OK." She was there. It was that simple. One moment, I was alone in my room, and the next moment, there she was, standing in front of me as I sat in bed. She was beautiful in the light of my bedside lamp, slim, dark-skinned, with even darker areolas that almost covered her small breasts, and long black hair down to her waist. She took a step towards me and held out her hand. I took it, and it was warm and solid, as real as my own.
She smiled at me as I looked at her, and then she pulled my hand to her breast. "Come, feel me, enjoy the body you've helped create." "I still don't believe this," I said, my hand trembling as I touched her breast. It was soft and warm, real flesh, and very feminine flesh. "What can I do to convince you that I'm real?" "I don't know," I said. She sat on my bed beside me, her thigh against mine, her breast touching my arm as she rested her arm around my shoulders. "I suppose," she said, speaking softly, "I suppose it doesn't really matter.
Why not just enjoy a fun night of fantasy and let the question of whether I'm real wait for the light of day?" "OK, but I've got to go to work tomorrow, you know." "Don't worry, I promise, you'll wake up rested and ready for action in the morning." "Then convince me," I said, getting out of bed and turning to look at her. "Convince me that you're magic." "OK," she said, grinning, and then disappeared. She was gone, but in seconds, I felt a soft touch. Lips touched mine, hands slid over my back, and warm breasts pressed themselves against me. It was the stuff of pure fantasy, but it felt so real. As I sat back on the bed, I gave in to the fantasy and began returning the kisses.
There was nothing to see by the light of my bedroom lamp, yet I felt a woman on top of me as I lay down in bed. Her lips kissed my neck, her fingers touched my chest, and I stroked her invisible back. My penis rose between my legs with an intensity and speed unlike anything I can remember, and then it was engulfed in soft moist sliding warmth. I looked down and saw nothing. My hands rested on nothing to each side of my erect penis, but I could feel it. I could feel her body between my hands and I could feel her body surrounding my penis. My curiosity was overwhelmed by the sensation.
The pressure in my penis mounted to limits I'd never experienced in my solitary pleasures, and then I felt an orgasm like nothing I'd ever expected. It roared through me, it mounted higher, and roared again, sending waves of pure undiluted pleasure through my body as my penis slid in and out of the invisible soft velvet of her body. It lasted a long time, and then I felt her lips on my mouth and her breasts on my chest. We kissed, I slid my hands over her invisible body, and I wondered what was happening to me. In no time, I felt my erection returning, and the rise to another orgasm swept my thoughts aside.
It seemed like the entire night went on like that, one impossible dreamlike orgasm after another, each perfect, each satisfying, and each leaving me rested and ready for more. If it was a dream, it was the most incredibly sexy dream I've ever had, and if it was real, there was no way I could reconcile it with anything I knew about reality.
Monday morning, I woke up aware of her body pressed warmly against mine. Her fanny was against my hips, her back against my chest and my fingers were on her hard nipple. I could smell her, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the back of her head only inches from my face. "Are you awake?" she asked, in a very quiet voice. "Yes," I answered. "Who, what are you? Did we really É?" I broke off flustered. She chuckled and held my hand to her small, soft breast. "Did we really what? We really did make love last night, almost all night, if that's what you want to know. For a beginner, you're pretty good, it was fun. As to who I am, I don't have a name yet, but you're welcome to name me.
What am I? I'm not sure what I am now, but I was born a girl, a very normal girl, a long long time ago." "How long ago?" "Hundreds of years, and it's been a century or so since I last took human form." Her voice sounded sad. "When I'm in human form, I get so disgusted with people, but when I'm a spirit, I miss having a body so much." "Are there others like you? There's a word, a succubus, is that what you are?" "A succubus? I've played that role at times, and I'll admit that it can be fun, but it's not something to dedicate a life to. I don't know if there are others like me.
I guess it's possible, but I've never found any evidence of any except in folktales." "It sounds like you've had some lonely times." "I have," she said, and then took a long breath. "You know, in all those years, I've never talked about it with anyone else." I didn't know how to respond to her, but I liked the feeling of her body against mine and I liked the way she held my hand to her breast. She stroked my forearm with her hand, and then sat up beside me and looked down at me. Her skin was a warm brown in the early morning light, except for her dark brown lips and the dark circles of her large areolas. She gracefully shook her long hair, smiled, and slid a hand down my chest.
It was exciting looking at her and feeling her fingers on my skin, and when she noticed my excitement, she wordlessly straddled my hips with her thighs and slid herself down to engulf me. She was gentle at first, sitting on my hips and moving ever so slightly while she smiled down at me and fingered my chest, but as my excitement mounted, she began to rock harder, and then I could see that she was excited too. I pulled her to me as we neared a shared climax, and the exquisite touch of her nipples on mine sent me over the edge as we kissed.
After breakfast, I think she wanted to make love again, but I stopped her. I pushed her away as she tried to hug me and lead me back to bed, and then I confronted her, standing facing her in the bedroom doorway. "Look," I said. "Whoever you are, I've got to get to work. I'll be late as it is." Her beautiful brown body was very tempting as she stood naked before me. "You said you started as a normal girl, then became a spirit or something, and now you're very much a girl, but what the hell are you? How did you become a spirit?" "Magic." "Right," I said.
"The trouble is, that tells me nothing." "I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me to marry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been in prison the way I lived. Worse, I was in love with a boy. Under those circumstances, wouldn't you try things, anything? I did, I found an old book, a wizzard's book, I think, and the result was what I am now." "What else can your, uh, your magic do?" "Not much, not now. I've discovered that the less use I make of my magic, the better it is. In the first few years after I earned my freedom, I fooled around with it all the time, and it got boring. I've learned that in the long run, it's more fun to play by the rules.
I've also learned how to use my magic powers to temporarily nullify themselves, and late last night, after I materialized, I did it. Now, I'm all but powerless until this body dies." I didn't know what to say. It sounded like she'd made a huge sacrifice, and it sounded like she'd made it so she could live with me. I looked at her for a while, trying to understand her, and I felt a bit lame when I finally broke the silence. "Do you have a name?" "Each time I've taken a material form for any length of time, I've taken a new name.
You chose my form, you may as well name me too." "But what name were you born with?" "Beryl." "It's a pretty enough name, do you mind if I call you that?" "OK." She smiled. "I'm glad I chose you, you know?" "Why?" "Because you're a gentleman." "Thanks," I said, looking at her beautiful body as she stood in front of me. "Look, what are we going to do. What am I going to do with you?" "I don't know." "That's crazy. I've got to go to work today, what will you do?" "Whatever you want me to do."
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