Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  Rebecca says to Marissa, “Smelled it. Made hungry. No hunger in...hundred thirty-two years. Ate it. Yummy. Makes me stronger.” She looks at me and says slowly, “Hungry now, Will. Ready to feed me?” She gives a shy smile and looks to the floor.

  “Honey, let me finish talking to Marissa. We can discuss your next meal after. Please join us.” I point to the sheet covered seat next to me. Rebecca glides over to take the indicated seat. Her legs are moving, but she moves faster than her slow steps should allow.

  I look at Marissa, “So. I haven’t asked Rebecca what she thinks, but I think it’s proper to refer to her as my girlfriend.” I look to Rebecca. She smiles slightly and gives a tentative nod as she looks in my eyes. “Audrey is definitely my girlfriend. She doesn’t come up here because she doesn’t want to fight with her father about traveling to spend the weekend with a man. She comes up here for a volleyball tournament once each year, and she makes a point of telling me not to show up because of her dad. He’s very traditional. He’s Korean-Anglo mix; her mom is Korean-African mix. Audrey is vivacious, athletic, and stunningly beautiful. Audry shares an apartment with her roommate not far from campus, but we don’t ever go there. Same reason - she doesn’t want her dad to find out. She likes to be tied up and used harshly. I do that for her. She pretty much likes whatever I do with her. I love her dearly, but I’ve never worked up the courage to tell her so. Much like I feel about you, Marissa.”

  Marissa gasps at my admission. “Will, I can’t give you that. I can’t let Carla go.”

  I shake my head, “Honey, I would never ask that of you. I believe loving a woman is completely different to what we do together. If you need that, I could never ask you to give it up. It wouldn’t be fair. You don’t treat someone like that if you care about them. If I were into guys, I would hope for the same consideration. I’m not, by the way.”

  She says, “I feel bad about hiding Carla from you, Will. You deserve better.”

  I shrug, “I didn’t tell you about Rebecca or Audrey until you mentioned Carla. Please don’t feel bad.” I kiss her lips and she responds ravenously.

  When we pull apart, I say, “How about we retire to the bedroom, you let me unwrap you from that pretty dress, and then I give you your chemo, and I scoop up the drippings to feed to Rebecca. What do you say?”

  Marissa smiles and hugs me close. “I sleep with girls all the time, Will. I don’t know how Rebecca feels about that.”

  Rebecca says, “Hungry. Don’t care.”

  I kiss Marissa. “There’s your answer.”

  I look to Rebecca and beckon her closer. I gently kiss her lips. She presses her lips into mine.

  Rebecca murmurs, “Never had a boyfriend.”

  Marissa says, “After 145 years, you’re overdue. You have one now, Rebecca.”

  Rebecca gives Marissa a grin as she disappears in a blur towards the bedroom.

  Marissa gets up and brushes her skirt out. “So, Will. You like my dress?”

  “Yes, Marissa. It’s very pretty, and it looks beautiful on you,” I tell her as I get up. I grab my glass and my pistol.

  She chuckles, “I only wear it when I have to go to church with my mom. It really is my ‘go to church’ outfit. She tries to save her ‘poor sinning lesbian daughter’ whenever Carla leaves on a Sunday by taking me to church. I think she wants to make sure I don’t forget where the church is. That or it’s just an excuse to spend time with me.”

  “I imagine it’s the latter,” I tell her.

  She looks at the pistol, “You planning to shoot me, Mr. James?”

  I waggle my eyebrows. “Not with this gun, Ms. Tomlinson.” We laugh as we join Rebecca in the bedroom.

  9 - The doctor is in

  The pistol goes in the nightstand. The glasses go on top. Marissa reaches for the tie at her waist that holds the dress closed, but I put a hand out to stop her. “Please. Allow me. You look so pretty in that dress, I feel like it’s Christmas. I want to unwrap my present.”

  Unexpectedly, a rose of blush rises on her neck. “Okay, Will. Can I return the favor?”

  I kick off my slides. “Everything else is yours, Marissa.” Then I wrap her in my arms and kiss her passionately.

  I back off enough to see what I’m doing and catch the show of Marissa’s delicious body emerging.

  I start by undoing the perfectly formed little bow of ribbon at her right hip that holds the dress in place. The ribbons still wrap around her waist twice, so as the tails of the ribbons drop, I pull on the loops until the ribbons slide around her torso to release her dress. Marissa’s breasts give away that her breath is speeding up. I can see her pulse racing in her neck. I lean in and breathe on her pulse, and then I kiss it gently before stepping back to slide my fingers under her lapels. I slide my fingers down the inside of her lapels so the dress falls open.

  I gently pull Marrisa’s hand to turn her toward the mirrored closet doors. I step behind her and capture her eyes in the reflection. Keeping focused on her eyes, I kiss her neck and slowly pull the lapels of her dress further open and off her shoulders to reveal her lean tight figure.

  I keep her hands wrapped in the sleeves as I murmur, “Look at that beautiful woman, Marissa. Isn’t she magnificent?”

  Rebecca says, “Yes. Marissa is very beautiful.”

  Marissa tucks her chin away from the bed and says, “Thank you, Rebecca. You’re quite pretty yourself.” I slide the dress off her arms.

  Marissa stands there like a lingerie model. Her C-cup breasts are presented in a cream-colored lace balconette that barely conceals her large, hard nipples. She is wearing a matching silk panty with lace along the high-cut leg holes, which open all the way to the waistband. The silk and lace drape the globes of her glorious ass before it disappears between her legs to cover her treasures. Her stockings are transparent, creamy white thigh-highs that cling to her firm legs about four inches below her crotch.

  I turn Marissa and press her into the wall. “Stay there, darling. I’m going to be right back and fuck you bow-legged.”

  As I walk off trailing my fingers across her ass to hang her dress in the closet, she gasps, “Oh yes, Will. Please! Fuck me hard. I need you so badly!”

  Rebecca gasps at the course language of our interplay.

  I hurry back to my lover and kiss my way from her right shoulder, down her spine to the hem of her panties. I hook the garment with my thumbs and slowly push it down as I kiss down her right asscheek, across the underside of both cheeks, and down her left leg to the back of her knee.

  Marissa steps out of first the left leg and then the right leg before I kiss my way back up her right leg to her left shoulder. Then I turn her to face the mirror again.

  I murmur in her ear as I survey her glory, “Marissa, you look like a goddess. Strong, sexy, and beautifully feminine.” I wrap my arms around her waist and reach up to cup her full, plump left breast in my hand. “All this perfection, and it’s all mine!”

  Marissa gasps, “Will! I…”

  I clamp a hand over her mouth and tell her, “If you argue with me, I will spank you and tie you to the bed while I feed Rebecca.”

  She collapses back onto me and moans in unison with Rebecca. I remove my hand, and Marissa says, “Yes, Will. I am yours. I should argue, but I can’t. If you called me at home with Carla, I would still come to you. I am yours.” I reach around her and press her bountiful breasts upward so her turgid nipples escape the lace of her brassiere. I can feel the cancerous knot on the side of her breast.

  I pull her face around to kiss me. We both keep our eyes open to watch ourselves kissing in the mirror.

  We release each other’s lips and turn to look directly into each other’s eyes.

  “Love, I promised you could open your present,” I tell her.

  She says, “Fuck it, Will. Just get naked as fast as you can! I need you inside me!”

  I kiss her again before I release her body and whip my t-shirt over my head. I drop it next to Marissa’s panties b
efore I unbuckle my jeans and push both jeans and boxers to the floor as Marissa leans against the wall to watch Willy appear and rise. A brilliant smile blooms on her face as I step out of my pants. She drops to her knees on top of my jeans and rubs my cock all over her face before she opens her mouth and sucks Willy into her hot mouth.

  I revel in the sensations of Marissa’s ministrations until I’m sure my little friend is completely in the game. She shoves him down her throat until her lips are flat against my torso and she is looking up at me with adoration. Then I grab a fistful of Marissa’s lovely hair and lift her up to kiss her.

  I murmur into her mouth, “Lay down, darling. I need to taste you, too.”

  She attacks my mouth with hers and pulls me on top of her as she lays back onto the bed. Rebecca barely gets out of the way as Marissa lands on the mattress. I kiss my way down Marissa’s jaw to her neck. I nibble and lick my way down her neck managing to avoid the temptation to mark her as mine. I kiss and nibble the exposed portion of first her left breast, then her right before spiraling kisses inward to suckle her fat, hard nipple as I squeeze the left one with my hand. I continue to stimulate her puffy areolae and large, hard nipples as I kiss my way down her lean abdomen, following the cut at her hip to her bare mons.

  I look up into Marissa’s shining eyes and kiss her denuded flesh. “This is new, love.”

  She bites her lip for a moment and says, “I was very angry with Carla on Friday when she brushed off my concerns about the lump yet again.” She frowns for a moment before a warm smile blooms. “So, I decided I would give you a present when I saw you next. She always said not to shave, so I didn’t. I went and got waxed instead. Not for her. For you,” she says.

  Rebecca says slowly, “Looks like a little girl’s Muschi.”

  “Muschi?” I ask. “I haven’t heard a pussy called that since I dated a German girl.”

  Rebecca shrugs and lifts the hem of her gown. There is an apparently anatomically correct female body under there. The details are still misty, but judging from what I can see, she had...has...quite a pelt. “Very hairy,” she says carefully. She even looks malnourished down below. However, there is a shadow of neat inner labia poking out.

  I tell Rebecca, “Very pretty, baby.” Marissa caresses her back with her left hand as her right hand presses my left into her breast as I continue to rub, pull, and twist her turgid nipple.

  I look back to Marissa and lick her pussy from top to bottom. “Honey, I love the present you got for me.” I lick her again. “I also love the present of dressing up in lingerie for me, too. You don’t normally dress like this for church do you?” I lick her again.

  Marissa shivers from the contact of my tongue, especially as it trails over her swollen clitoris. Her eyes are alight under her hooded lids. “No, Will. Usually cotton panties and no stockings. This is all for you.”

  I rest my chin on her mons. “Thank you, Marissa. It makes me feel special that you went to the effort to please me.” Then I lower my mouth to suckle and lick her clit as I caress my right hand down her torso until I can insert a finger into her warm, wet channel.

  Marissa moans as I slowly drive the finger in and out of her. I release her clit and suckle her right labia as I slide in a second finger and start pumping them both in and out slowly and deeply. She calls out, “Oh! Will! I need you!”

  As I frequently am, I find myself fascinated with her clitoris. It’s nearly the size of the first joint on my pinky finger. I clamp my lips over it, hood and all. Then I start rapidly licking the pointed tip as I pull my fingers out to the second joint and start rapidly curling them back and forth in a ‘come hither’ motion. Before I can count to twenty, Marissa is bucking on the bed. Then she starts squirting around my fingers. I release her clit and start lapping out the juices that are escaping from around my fingers as Marissa keens. Marissa is making the mattress buck like we’re having an earthquake as she squirts her pleasure into my face. I feel Rebecca rest her hands on my shoulders for balance.

  I pull my fingers out of Marissa and hold them up for Rebecca to taste as I try to catch the vestiges of Marissa’s torrent on my tongue. I feel Rebecca’s tongue lapping tentatively on my fingers a couple times before my fingers are engulfed in her sucking mouth. Rebecca moans like she does when I’m feeding her. Her hands clamp my wrist and she licks the palm of my hand to capture all of Marissa’s emissions.

  I continue to lap Marissa’s pussy while looking up into her eyes. She smiles down at me with bright eyes shining out from under her hooded lids. As Rebecca releases my hand, Marissa taps her shoulder.

  “Rebecca, would you let me kiss you? I want to taste my cum on your mouth.”

  Rebecca turns to face Marissa and bites her lip. Marissa cups her cheek. “Come her, baby. Give us a kiss.”

  Rebecca leans over Marissa and tentatively presses her lips to Marissa’s. Marissa gently laps Rebecca’s lips to catch any residual taste of herself. Then she catches Rebecca’s face in her hands.

  “I’m lucky to have you for a friend, Rebecca.” Then she kisses her lips again gently, and then she kisses our spectral friend’s forehead before letting her go. Then she reaches down and graps my left ear and gently pulls me up to her hungry mouth.

  I rapidly crawl up her body to kiss her as she reaches down to slot me into her wet opening. She says, “Fill me, William. Bring Willy to the party, lover.”

  I press forward. Willy’s head penetrates her entrance, and I resolutely continue to press until I’m hilted in my lover. Marissa throws her head back and moans, so I nibble on her neck instead. She is already clenching her internal muscles and her legs are shaking as she slides her silky, stocking-clad legs up my legs to hook her shod feet behind my ass.

  I set a slow steady rhythm as I suck her fat nipple into my mouth and bite it gently while I lash it mercilessly with my tongue. She squeezes my head into her breast and whines as I suckle her and fuck her with increasing force and speed.

  “Harder, Will!” she gasps. I do my best as she squeezes my retreating cock and relaxes to welcome my slamming return. Suddenly she squeals, and her inner muscles clamp down on me hard.

  “I’m gonna breed you, Marissa.”

  She shakes her head and points at Rebecca. “Feed. Baby.”

  I nod and tell Rebecca, “Get ready to feed, Rebecca!” I pound Marissa a couple more times to get myself on the brink. When I’m there, I pull out and stand on my knees as Rebecca lays across Marissa’s abdomen to suck my cock into her mouth.

  I hit the back of Rebecca’s throat a couple times as I slide in and out of her wet mouth. Her slurping, licking, and sucking has gotten much stronger and more proficient over the last day. She has been diligently trying to build the skills I requested she learn. The third time she pulls back to lick the underside of Willy’s head I start shooting my seed into her mouth. She slides forward quickly to notch the head of my cock into her throat. She blinks and then starts swallowing my cock deeper until my spectral lover’s lips are pressed into my thatch and her eyes are glittering with the joy of accomplishment. I pump four more loads down her throat before she backs up and gently suckles my cock while milking it with her hands.

  I stroke her cheek and caress her hair as she satisfies herself that there is nothing left to collect.

  I draw Rebecca up to stand on her knees before me. I gently wrap her into a hug and kiss her. Slowly, insistently, I nibble and kiss her lips until they eventually part. With equal care I tentatively lick inside her mouth, touching her teeth, her upper palate, and finally her tongue meets mine. We play a slow game of tongue tag as I caress her skinny body while holding her close to mine. I slide my hands down her bony back and barely-there ass - up and down. It feels like she has the vestiges of muscles like you might expect from someone severely malnourished. With my eyes closed, it’s no different than kissing any other skinny girl - maybe with a mild case of morning breath.

  I pull back slowly and open my eyes. She’s looking at me from two inches away
.

  I tell her, “Rebecca, I am very fortunate to have discovered you. I am glad you decided to be my friend and my lover.”

  The smile she gives me is glorious. Then I slowly crawl to lay down between Marissa and Rebecca, opening my arms wide. Marissa crawls up on me to lay her head on my right shoulder and hooks a leg over mine. Rebecca copies her posture on my left. I wrap my arms around them, and Marissa reaches forward to clasp Rebecca’s hand. That’s how I fall asleep.

  * * *

  Marissa smiles at Rebecca while she listens to Will’s breathing to ensure he’s asleep. Once she is certain, she murmurs to Rebecca, “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

  Rebecca bites her lip and stares at Marissa for a moment. Finally she releases her lip and gives a single, tentative nod.

  “Good,” Marissa responds. “He is easy to love, but I am still trying to make it work with my girlfriend. I can’t be there for him all the time. It sounds like Audrey can’t commit to it either for whatever reason. I’m pretty certain he loves all three of us. He admitted loving Audrey and myself. I watch him with you, and I’m sure he’s falling for you, too.”

  Rebecca slowly murmurs, “He is very kind to me. I had given up on human contact after one hundred thirty-two years. And then Will SAW me. He treated me like a person. I would worship him for that alone. Then he loves me like a real woman.” Her eyes close for a moment. “He has given me more in death than I ever had in life.”

  Marissa squeezes her hand. “Baby, he is just getting started.” The two ladies smile at each other across their lover’s chest. “He said he was going to travel soon. Would you like me to visit while he is gone? A real friend would visit a friend who is house-bound.”

  Rebecca grins broadly and nods her head vigorously.

  Will stirs.

  Marissa says, “I’m going to have Will do something to me that is not common. I want it from him. You don’t ever have to do it, and you should probably avoid it. Okay? ”

  Rebecca’s eyes are round as she tries to figure out what Marissa is planning. She slowly gives a single nod and then smiles at Marissa.