Ghost Story

by J G Jerome

  As we get settled, I grab Josie's hand. I address the former ghost across the table first. “Rebecca. Josie. There is a lot of legal verbiage in these documents, but I need your help reviewing them. These are to secure our new home for us. If you find words you don’t understand, circle them and then put a little vertical line in the left margin like this.” I demonstrate on the third line with a ‘heretowith’ right in the middle of it. They both nod their understanding. “If you see something that doesn’t make logical sense, add a star in the margin.” More nods.

  Marissa said, “I always hate this part. I used to have a condo, and I thought I would die from the paperwork to buy it. Selling it was marginally easier.”

  Delores smiles. “Will’s sale was a bit of a mess as there was no standing structure and it was a construction project in progress.”

  We all turn our attention to the contracts, and we get through it relatively quickly. The only hitch is that I want all three ladies listed on the title. Delores says that we would have to buy it as a company to do that. We all agree that ‘mother’ Rebecca will be on the title with me.

  Delores goes off to print the final copies. Marissa and I review Josie’s and Rebecca’s marked words while Delores is out of the room. We get through most of them before Delores comes back. Josie had fewer than I expected.

  Josie grins, “I guess all those penny dreadfuls and westerns papa used to teach me readin’ must have been better education than I thought.”

  I kiss her cheek. “Either way, I want you both to take reading comprehension and math tests, so we get you into the right level of college courses to start your education.”

  Rebecca nods her agreement. She asks, “What’s this GED thing I need to do?”

  Marissa says, “GED stands for ‘General Educational Development.’ It is equivalent to a high school diploma.”

  Rebecca says, “We have to have that before college, right?”

  “Yes,” I confirm. “High school is basically the minimum requirement for most jobs and further education. Josie already has it, but she’s been out of school for a while.” I turn to her, “I hope you don’t mind going through everything again.”

  She grins, “I wasn’t a very good student. Studying with Rebecca will be very helpful to get a running start.”

  Delores returns with the final paperwork. We sign and initial everything. Delores makes a package of copies for us, and then hugs each of us.

  As we’re heading out of the conference room, Delores pulls me aside. She looks up at me. “All three of them?”

  I smile, “Yes.”

  “You love them?”

  “Yes. They are each a wife to me,” I confirm.

  “You know that’s not legal,” she says.

  “I know,” I acknowledge. “Which ones would you have me discard? I can’t choose.”

  She looks surprised at my question. She looks at them and finally concedes, “They are all lovely souls in addition to being pretty ladies.” She turns back to look at me. “Fortunately, I’m your agent, so your secrets are safe with me. Just be careful. Some people will come after you.”

  “Yes, ma’am” I hug her again, and catch up to the trio of beauties waiting for me at the door.

  “What was that about?” Marissa asks as we load into her car.

  “She was warning that I can’t legally have three wives,” I explain.

  Marissa hums for a moment. “Maybe Bernadette has some ideas on how to get around that.”

  “Good idea,” I agree. “We’ll ask when we go visit.”

  We drive past the Barley Hound on the way to the apartment, and Marissa stops. She looks at me over her shoulder as I cuddle Rebecca. “Will, would you see if we can get a reservation for seven tonight. Inside would be better, but it’s supposed to be clear tonight. I kiss Rebecca as she releases me.

  “Sure thing, beautiful.” I get out and lean in. “I’ll meet you all at the apartment.” I close the door, and the Audi pulls away. I walk up to the host station, and the young man asks for the number in my party. He says that he can do outdoor at seven, but indoor would be available at seven-thirty. I go with the inside option.

  I get home and the ladies are sitting around drinking water. Rebecca gets up and pours a glass for me as I lock the door.

  Rebecca hands it to me as Marissa says, “Carla was waiting for us when I pulled up.”

  Suddenly, I’m on guard. “What happened?”

  “She just made an impassioned plea for me to come home. She said I just didn’t understand what she’s going through at work. I agreed, but also said that she would have to share some of that for me to understand. I told her that since she hadn’t done that, and that she has shown no empathy for my health problems nor any desire to connect with my family, I was done with her. She shrugged and left.”

  Josie says, “She’s a zombie. By nature they have difficulty connecting.”

  Rebecca nods and says, “Aunt Judith used the term sociopathic. They lack any social skills or ability to connect.”

  Marissa buries her face in her hands. “I can’t believe I’ve been in love with a zombie.”

  Josie and Rebecca beat me to hugging her. Josie says, “If I understood the pantomime from William, Audrey seems to enjoy her zombie roommate. I suspect if you knew what you were getting into the two of you could have just had fun.”

  Marissa looks up from her embarrassment and shrugs. “She was good in bed.”

  “So, we have four hours until dinner,” I say. “Whatever should we do?”

  Three hungry expressions turn to look at me like I’m their next meal.

  I shake my head. “Work, work, work.”

  They don’t even crack a smile as they get up and attack.

  31 - Unease

  I wake up stiffly, spread-eagle in the middle of the spacious king-sized bed. I’m momentarily disoriented until I remember I’m in the historic hotel for Marissa’s ‘Hassayampa Orgy.’ My body feels sticky with sweat and bodily fluids, but the sensation I’m most aware of is the Josie’s weight sprawled over my body and somebody’s mouth on my cock. Since Josie’s head is buried in the left crook of my neck, and Marissa is tucked inside my right armpit with Josie’s arm draped over her, I’m hopeful it’s Rebecca’s mouth on me. I feel a skinny limb under my right leg as my cock is swallowed down someone’s throat, so that reinforces my guess. Since I can’t really move my arms, I caress my lover with my left foot, and Rebecca gets more enthusiastic.

  I don’t know how long she’s been at it, but I feel like I’m about to explode. Just as I start to let go, Josie sits up - dislodging Rebecca from her mount as I groan and continue to squirt my load. Rebecca jumps back in, taking three shots in the face before she swallows me down again.

  Marissa murmurs, “That looks good.” She slides down to lick my semen from Rebecca’s face, and Josie slowly joins her in time to get a sample for herself. Rebecca slides off my cock in time to catch a kiss from first Josie, and then Marissa. After a minute of that, Rebecca crawls up on top of me and lays straddling my torso. I turn my face to the left to capture her mouth.

  Eventually we break for a breath, and I look at my skinny woman. “I love you, Rebecca Silberschmid.”

  “Silverstein,” she murmurs. She props herself up on my chest and smiles down at me. “That’s who I am now, Will. We need to just adopt it; although, I appreciate you acknowledging my family.” She pecks my lips again. “You can call me whatever you want so long as I’m yours, William.”

  At that point Rebecca gasps. “Damn, Marissa! Are you that hungry?”

  Marissa’s face returns to my right shoulder. “Not me, sweetheart. I might have told Josie that I saw some of Will’s seed in your pussy. She dove in for a snack.”

  I look past Rebecca’s shoulder to see Josie’s pixie cut bobbing behind her buttocks. Suddenly she stops and crawls up to lay on Rebecca’s butt with her arms wrapped around us all. “Nothing there, ‘Rissa. Tasted good regardless. May have to try that so
me more.”

  Rebecca and Marissa grin at each other and bump their fists. “Yes!”

  Rebecca adds, “For the first time, that was pretty good, Punkin. You can practice on me anytime.”

  Josie giggles. “After you strapped that thing on and took me like Will would, I kind of figure I owe it to you.”

  Marissa orders, “Shower, bitches! Now! Move it.” She rolls off the side of the bed barking orders. “Let’s go girls! Tits and asses in the water in ten...nine...eight…”

  Josie and Rebecca launch off the bed with giggles as they run to the shower with a delightful display of jiggling, firm flesh.

  I down half of the bottle of water on the bedside table and then collapse onto the moist mattress. I think back to Friday night.

  I laugh as I think about how we barely made it to dinner in time. We ended up sitting outside because the inside table didn’t clear in time, but we had a great meal and a lovely dinner together laughing and talking. After dinner and a couple bottles of wine and a couple of water, we meandered back to the apartment.

  Afterwards, we decided to meet the other three ghosts. I pulled the bolts out of the safe, and recalled them one at a time. We agreed on what we were going to say to them and ask them beforehand. Josie and I pushed enough energy into them to allow them to become visible to Marissa.

  First was Sidney Beauchamps. He was considered a ‘dandy,’ and he was an apprentice sorcerer to Clement. He was ready for his master work when he was murdered. He seemed intelligent, fun, and willing to join the family - he was definitely excited at the prospect of coming back. He was willing to follow Rebecca’s method, but was okay when I graciously declined. He insisted he would gladly be my bitch, but I had to tell him I don’t roll that way. Josie asked if he knew how to hide power, and Sidney said he’d never heard of anyone wanting to. His final comment was to ask if I would put him in a pretty female zombie. He specifically said ‘someone pretty like Charlene.’ When I told him we could make that the goal, he was very excited - clapping like a young girl. Despite the girly behavior, the man was well-spoken and inquisitive. We agreed he would be a good addition to our family.

  We invited Mason Smith out next. He was definitely tall - maybe an inch taller than me. Unfortunately, his ghost does nothing but gibber. He reminds me of Goldie Hawn in the movie ‘Overboard’ - muttering ‘bu-bu-bu’ incessantly. I pushed him back into the bolt. Rebecca called Gwen, and we turned Mason over to the angel. Gwen stuck around while we talked to the last one.

  Finally, I called out the red-headed Charlene Tully, Lafayette’s other apprentice necromancer. She was ready to do whatever was required to come back to life. She was undeniably physically beautiful. Charlene couldn’t fathom why anyone would want to hide their power, and she definitely had no idea how. She was particularly interested in Rebecca’s method of being raised. I finally asked her what she wanted from life. Her answer floored me. She said, ‘I want to have power over as many men as I can. I’ll let them fuck me, so each will desire me with all their being. Then I will own them.’ Josie pointed out that her pussy wasn’t enough to keep Lafayette from killing her. Charlene said that was Josie’s fault. At that point, I was done with her, and after watching her and interacting with her I found I wasn’t interested in her. I pushed her back into the bolt and closed the glyph. I was sorely tempted to give her to Gwen to take away.

  Rebecca asked about maybe putting Sidney inside Carla, but Marissa vetoed that. I told them we could worry about it later. I started to have an idea, but I put it away as Rebecca grabbed the bench from the table, and placed it in front of the piano. We listened to her play, and then Josie and I took turns.

  When we were done playing, Gwen wished us goodnight and went back to its home dimension. We all hydrated, brushed teeth, and stripped to crawl onto the room-sized bed. We started off with me inside Marissa, Josie sitting on her face, and Rebecca sitting on her torso kissing me while Josie caressed her. Things got wild from there.

  Delores woke us up Saturday morning with a phone call to tell us that the Carsons, the owners of the house, accepted our offer. That caused a celebratory round in the bedroom, but we did eventually get up for a light breakfast. We followed that by a hike around Lynx lake.

  While we walked Josie talked to me about the basics of dueling as a necromancer. It sounded like vectors of energy sent as attacks, others are sent to deflect attacks - it sounded like a fist fight. I started singing ‘everybody was kung-fu fighting,’ and Marissa cracked up. Josie and Rebecca were trying to figure out what was so funny. As we walked, Josie sent out increasingly stronger attacks at me to practice defense and counter tactics. She also told me that being able to achieve physical contact with the opponent lets you attack with nearly 100% assurance of landing the attack. After our hike, we had a lovely German lunch at the Lynx Lake Cafe. We made our way back to the apartment for showers, and the ladies packed Josie and Rebecca a change of clothes for our staycation. Marissa said she had her outfit in the car, and I packed a change of shirt, a pair of shorts, and my shaving kit. I considered taking my Zager, but I ended up not taking an instrument.

  We agreed that we had time, so the ladies walked down to Cuppers for a cup of coffee to allow me some quiet time to practice some skills. I sat down on one of the kitchen chairs and started focusing on breathing. I focused on pulling the energies of my craft deep into the well in my center. I held the energy in and focused on relaxing my mind and body. Eventually, I stood and worked through some chi-gung exercises while trying to hold the energy inside. It was a good idea because you can’t really do chi-gung unless you relax, but I suddenly had the feeling that chi-gung was exactly the wrong exercise for my goal - it encourages circulating energy through your body, not making it swirl and hide in your dantien - or ‘chi well.’ I felt the energy surge through my body.

  I stopped and stood stock still - breathing deeply to reel my energy back in. Then I thought back to more martial exercises. Those focus on staying relaxed until the moment of impact, extending energy into the strike. I decided to try a basic form, Kenpo’s ‘Short Form 1,’ holding my energy inside until the strike. It seemed to work, so I tried it with a taiji form designed for small spaces. Again, I had the feeling that I succeeded. The ladies returned about that time, so I demonstrated for Josie and Rebecca. Josie said I looked like an untrained necromancer until I extended the streams of energy. Each of them tried it while I coached them for about an hour. Then we tested each other.

  I had a glass of water before we grabbed my roller bag with our clothes for tomorrow. Marissa drove us to the Hassayampa. We checked in and found our way to our room. I stowed the bag after the ladies hung up their spare dresses. We huddled at the foot of the bed while we kissed and caressed each other. After a bit of that, Rebecca crawled on the bed and stood on the mattress. She imperiously ordered, “Everyone must strip now!” We all laughed and began to strip each other carefully with sensuous caresses. And then the bacchanale truly began. Since we had a big meal at lunch, we didn’t even break for meals.

  We did take a break from our orgy - we cuddled and watched a movie. It was a great night.

  Now we are cleaning up and getting ready to check out prior to walking across the street for brunch. There is a knock at the door. I pull the pair of athletic shorts I brought along and answer the door to collect a stack of towels from an elderly maid. I hand them into the bathroom with a, “Save me one.” One delicate hand sticks out the door with a folded towel in it. I laugh and go sit on the bed. I take the time to clean my pistol. As I finish and holster it a parade of lovely female nudity marches into the main room. I drop my shorts and kiss each one as I pass them to take a shower.

  Fifteen minutes later, I’m shaved, showered, and dry as I rejoin my ladies. Rebecca is sitting in the wingback chair in a russet sleeveless dress that has buttons down the front to below her knees. One lean leg is revealed by the open gap that ends at the button about four inches above her knee. Josie is wearing a yellow halter-to
p sundress with a generous skirt and broad white lapels. She really seems to favor yellow. Marissa is wearing thigh-high russet stockings, a russet bustier-style corset. She pulls on a semi-transparent russet skirt before she drops a transparent white tunic over her head to hang about two inches above the hem of the mid-thigh length skirt. I pull on boxers, chinos, and a flat-cut shirt tail while I watch Marissa bend over to pull on heeled ankle boots. Then she twists her hair into an updo and strikes a pose. I kiss her and squeeze her firm ass. Then Josie and Rebecca move in for the same treatment.

  We pack the remnants of our clothing into the bag. We file out, and I drag the bag. Marissa and Rebecca check out while Josie and I take the bag to the Audi, which is parked in front of the annex just north of the circle drive. Once we reconnect, we all walk hand-in-hand across the street. Soon we’re seated on the covered patio with menus, water, a bottle of champagne, and a carafe of organic juice. Marissa is to my right, Rebecca is to my left, and Josie is across the table.

  We order and coffee arrives. We visit for a couple of minutes when Marissa looks past my shoulder. A moment later a muscle-bound guy with a bullet shaped head appears. He growls at me, “Mr. Lafayette would like to talk to you.”

  I open my second sight and check out the goon. He has a red aura - a demon.

  I smile, “You can tell Mr. Lafayette that if he wishes to speak with me, that he can come see me like a gentleman would.”

  The goon reaches for my right shoulder with his right hand. I stand as his hand grips my shoulder and tries to dig his fingers into my shoulder. He’s a couple of inches shorter than me, and he’s strong enough to make it hurt. Fortunately, he doesn’t have the leverage to really dig in because I’m standing. To make it really interesting, he’s well inside my range to penetrate his body with any strike I might chose.