“Don’t tell me you actually believe in ghosts?” Jeremy asked, and his eyebrows rose in disbelief.

I brought my wine glass to my lips to hide my smile, and took a long, healthy sip. Of course I believed in ghosts. I’d been sharing my apartment, and my bed, with one for the past four months.

But I didn’t need to tell that to Jeremy. I could tell that he was a staunch non-believer, and I wasn’t in the mood to argue with him. Honestly, I wasn’t really even in the mood to talk to him.

I wanted to fuck him, and that was all.

I gave a noncommittal shrug in response to his question, and set my empty wine glass down on the table. Jeremy dutifully refilled it for me, and I nodded my thanks. At least he was polite. I idly wondered if he’d be so attentive in bed.

I raised the glass back to my lips, because wine was the only thing keeping this blind date from totally crashing and burning, and I studied my suitor. There was no denying that Jeremy was quite good looking, in a slightly scruffy sort of way. Sandy blonde hair that frequently fell in front of his eyes, which were a lovely shade of bright blue. Adorable dimples when he smiled, and full lips that looked oh so soft. Tall, with broad shoulders and lean muscles. He was definitely sexy. Very sexy.

Unfortunately, we had absolutely nothing in common. I couldn’t figure out why my friend Annie had arranged this date, aside from the fact that she thought I’d gone far too long without getting laid.

Oh, if only she knew the truth...

Still, it had been a pretty long time since someone with a pulse, or a solid body, for that matter, had given me an orgasm. I had to admit that I missed the feel of warm flesh pressed against me. And the feel of strong muscles under my hands. And the feel of a hot tongue running along my skin. And the feel of a hard cock buried deep inside of me...

Okay, maybe this blind date wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. I squirmed in my seat, biting down on my lower lip.

“Charlotte?” Jeremy said, giving me an expectant look. Oh, apparently he’d asked me a question while my dirty thoughts had been distracting me.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. Can you say that again?” I gave him an apologetic look.

“I asked who your favorite band is.” He repeated his question.

“The Cure.” I answered, and was met with a blank stare. Not that I cared, really. I was eyeing his mouth, imaging how those luscious, pillowy would feel against mine.

“Oh.” He said, and stared at me expectantly for a moment. “Mine’s Nickelback.” He finally offered.

Ugh, who cares? I thought to myself. I’d had enough of playing the get-to-know-you game with him. It was painfully clear that we weren’t going to make a love connection. I just hoped that we would make a lust connection, at least for tonight. I decided it was time to cut to the chase.

“Do you want to get out of here?” I asked, giving him my sexiest smile, staring up at him while batting my eyelashes.

“Out of here?” Jeremy asked, raising his eyebrows at me. Was I going to have to spell it out for him?

“Yes, out of here.” I repeated, leaning over the table. I made sure that he got a good shot of my cleavage, spilling out of the low sweetheart neckline of my blue velvet dress. I reached under the table and ran my hand along his thigh.

What can I say? The wine had made me bold. Bold and horny.

“I’d love to see your place.” I said, and I gave his thigh a squeeze.

“Oh, um,” He stuttered, squirming in his seat as his eyes went wide. I moved my hand upward, and watched his eyes roll back in his head.

“Yes!” He croaked, his voice shallow. “Yes, definitely. Let’s get out of here.”

“Great!” I beamed at him. Finally, we could put this awful date out of it’s misery and skip right to the good part.

“There’s just one problem,” Jeremy said, and I immediately stopped stroking him. I raised an eyebrow impatiently. “My roommate’s parents are visiting, and they’re sleeping on the pullout couch in our living room. I don’t think it would be very polite for me to bring home, a uh...” He trailed off, clearly not sure what to call me, or this situation.

Shit. That was a problem.

While I technically lived alone, I shared my apartment with a ghost. A ghost who I regularly had mind blowing spectral sex with. I hadn’t had a date to bring home since moving into the apartment, and I had no idea if my ghost was the jealous type.

Or what might happen if it turned out that he was.

But I was hot and bothered, and Jeremy was smiling at me with his pillowy lips, and I wanted to feel those lips all over me. He reached his own hand under the table, and his hand was on my bare thigh, moving up slowly. I shivered and felt a tug from deep within me.

“Fine,” I said, squirming in my seat. “We’ll go to my place. But you might change your opinion about certain things after tonight.”

––––––––

––––––––

I let Jeremy drive us from the restaurant to my apartment in his blue SUV, leaving my little black VW Beetle in the parking lot. I’d worry about picking it up tomorrow.

The ride back to my place was quiet and awkward, but mercifully short. I lead him through the hall and up two flights of stairs, to my top floor apartment. Once inside, I sat him on my plush, eggplant purple sofa.

“Wow, this building must be really old.” Jeremy said, looking around the room. The walls were a warm cream, with carved dark wood trim, and a large fireplace on the main wall.

“Yes, over a hundred years. It’s Victorian.” I explained, sitting down next to him.

“Wow.” He said again, nodding. “You have a lot of books.” He stated, glancing at the two large, overfilled bookshelves that flanked the fireplace.

“Yes. I like to read.” I said simply.

“And you have a cat.” Jeremy said. He eyed Claude, my old grey tabby, who was pointedly ignoring him from his spot on the armchair.

Gee, aren’t you observant? I sighed inwardly.

“And a cat.” I agreed. “Do you like cats?” I asked, in an attempt to be polite.

“Me? No, never have. They just seem sort of, I don’t know, snobby. Don’t you think?”

I stared at his fantastic muscles under his tight sweater, to remind myself why I’d brought him home with me in the first place.

“I think we need some more wine. You wait here.” I said, ignoring his question.

I hopped up and went to the kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses. Just as I was about to turn from the counter and head back to Jeremy in the living room, I felt a familiar cool breeze play against the back of my neck.

I couldn’t help but smile.

“Hello, you.” I whispered, and shivered as my ghost’s icy tendrils slipped over my shoulders and traced a line down to my cleavage. I let out a small sigh as muscles clenched deep within me.

“I brought a date home tonight. I hope you don’t mind.” I said, closing my eyes as the invisible, cool fingers slipped lower, moving under my dress towards my nipples. But then, they closed around them, hard. Harder than my ghostly lover had ever handled me before.

I gasped, my eyes shooting open.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, rubbing my breasts. “Don’t be jealous! I love what we have, but sometimes I need to be with someone like me. Someone alive and solid.” I explained to the air around me. I’d stopped feeling strange about talking to empty rooms long ago.

“Hey Charlotte,” Jeremy said from the doorway. I gasped, spinning around quickly. I hadn’t realized that he was there.

Great, now it’s the living that can make me jump, I thought, and I couldn’t help but give a small, wry smile at the irony of that.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought I heard you talking to someone in here. Can I help you with the wine?” He said, and I forced a smile.

“Nope, I got it!” I said, a little too brightly. “Come on, I’ll pour you a glass.”

––––––––

––––––––

Jeremy and I finished a glass of wine each, making painfully dull small talk as we did. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned over on the couch, closing the distance between us.

I planted a kiss on his pillowy lips, and was pleased to learn that they felt even softer than they looked. He responded to the kiss immediately. His hands went to my waist, and he pulled me close as his mouth moved against mine. I parted my lips under his, and he eagerly slipped his tongue inside, kissing me deeply.

Jeremy may not have been a great conversationalist, but he was definitely a great kisser. I let out a sigh as I ran my hands up and down his strong, solid back. I was thrilled to feel of his warm muscles under my fingers.

His hands moved up my ribcage, and then, tentatively, to my chest. I let out a moan of encouragement, loving the feel of solid hands cupping my breasts. He moved his mouth to my neck, and began tracing a hot, tantalizing pattern with his tongue.

I ran my fingers through his soft, sandy blonde hair and leaned my head back into the plush sofa cushions. I reveled in the sensations, in the warmth of Jeremy’s touch and tongue. It was so different than the icy, invisible touches that I’d grown accustomed to over the past few months.

I realized that I really did need this.

He moved his mouth down again, kissing a hot path from my neck, across my collarbone, to my chest. His tongue teased the skin that was exposed in my low cut dress, and I felt my stomach clench, beginning to fill with warmth.

I wanted him. Now.

“Come on, let’s move to the bedroom.” I said, my voice husky. I grabbed his hand and pulled him off of the couch, leading him to my bedroom.

He kissed me again once we were next to my bed, his strong arms slipping around my waist. I stood on my toes and leaned into the kiss. My hands went behind him, and I ran my fingers over his perfectly muscled butt through his tight jeans.

As we kissed, our hands roaming each other’s bodies, I could feel my panties getting damp. I grabbed his sweater and pulled it over his head, then took a step back to admire his naked torso.

Damn, he was sexy.

Jeremy’s hands went to the zipper of my dress as he kissed my neck, his hot breath tickling me. Once he had the zipper down, I shrugged the dress off my shoulders and let it fall into a pool of midnight blue velvet at my feet.

He pulled back for a moment, his eyes moving up and down my body, taking in my black lace bra and panties, my pale skin.

“Wow, you’re so beautiful.” He murmured, his eyes filled with admiration and lust. I smiled and pulled him to me, leaning back on my bed.

Jeremy positioned himself on top of me. The feel of his weight, and his warm flesh against mine, was beyond satisfying. I nuzzled my face in his neck and took a deep breath, enjoying the heady mixture of musky cologne and raw masculinity.

He was kissing my neck again, and his hands roamed my body. Strong fingers caressed my arms, my chest, the curve of my waist, leaving hot, tingling trails in their wake.

And then, I felt an icy cold touch against my thigh.

I gasped, totally surprised by the unexpected sensation.

“Are you okay?” Jeremy asked, looking up at me with concerned eyes. I let out a deep breath and forced a smile.

“Yeah, I’m great. Just, um,” I racked my brain for an excuse. “Ticklish! I’m a little bit ticklish.” I said, and mentally congratulated myself for my quick thinking.

“Oh, okay. I’ll try to be more careful.” Jeremy said, and brought his mouth back to my neck. As he kissed me, a bit more tentatively than before, I leaned back into my pillows.

His tongue moved to my breast, and I moaned my encouragement as he kissed my nipple through the thin, lacy fabric of my bra. The feel of his hot mouth closing around my pink nub sent a wave of pleasure through me.

And then I felt frosty, invisible fingers caress my neck before snaking down to my unoccupied breast. Those cool tendrils slowly curled around my nipple, teasing and tickling.

I tossed my head back and moaned, writhing under Jeremy’s touch, and my ghost’s. The twin sensations of hot and cold working me at the same time was almost too much to bear, and I felt an incredible icy heat flow down, down, down, all the way to my aching pussy.

Was this how tonight was going to go? Was my otherworldly lover really going to join in with Jeremy and I? I felt a tugging deep within me at just the thought of it.

Jeremy reached behind me and expertly undid the clasp of my bra. He pulled it off and looked down at me, giving me another admiring look. His bright blue eyes were glittering and so very alive.

I had to force myself to hold still, to keep from writhing under the cool spectral tendrils that were still swirling around my nipple.

Jeremy began kissing a pattern down my body, slowly licking at the bottom swell of my breast, then moving on to my ribs. As he ran his tongue down my stomach, I felt cool ghostly tendrils swirl around my ankles, beginning a slow ascent up my legs.

Jeremy’s tongue dipped into my navel, and spectral fingers traced a chilly, complicated pattern up over my calves, past the backs of my knees, and landed at my upper thighs.

I let out a low groan as tingling goosebumps spread over my skin. The feeling of both Jeremy and my ghost, the clashing of fire and ice, was completely overwhelming. I had never felt anything like it, and the feeling left me more aroused than I’d ever been before.

I was breathing heavily as Jeremy’s warm, soft lips continued kissing their way down my body. When he got to my panties, he paused for a moment and looked up at me with his bright blue eyes, politely waiting for me to give him the green light.

My ghost, on the other hand, was anything but a gentleman. Those teasing tendrils travelled upwards, over my thighs, and started brushing against my aching, hungry mound. The icy vapors playing at the hot wetness between my legs made me buck my hips up off the bed, panting with desire.

My hands went to Jeremy’s head, and my fingers tangled in his soft, sandy blonde hair. I was desperate to hold on to something as I writhed under my ghost’s touch. Jeremy took that as the encouragement that he’d been waiting for to continue.

He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and tugged them over my hips and down my legs, before tossing them into a damp pile on the floor. His mouth went to my thighs, and his tongue moved in a pattern similar to the one my invisible lover had been tracing moments ago.

“Are you okay?” He asked, after a moment. “Your skin feels a little cold.”

“I’m fine,” I panted, between heavy breaths. “Don’t worry about it, just keep doing what you’re doing.” I instructed. As Jeremy resumed his duties at my thighs, I felt icy tendrils on my breasts, while they were still stroking my pussy too.

I loved how this my ghost could be so many places, could move all over my body, at once. But now that Jeremy was here, I was dying to find out what it would feel like to have him and my ghostly lover at the same time.

“Oh god, I want you.” I moaned at the thought of it, and I was saying it to both Jeremy and the ghost.

Jeremy kissed his way up my thighs, then ran his tongue ever so softly against my nether lips.

“Mmmm,” He moaned against me, his hot breath tickling me, making me squirm. “You’re absolutely delicious.”

He spread my folds with his tongue, and kissed deeply. I let out a groan as his tongue probed me, swirling inside. I felt the warmth that was pooled deep within my belly begin to rise, as waves of heat rose up, spreading out through my body.

My eyes slipped closed as I leaned back into my pillows, reveling in the feel of Jeremy’s hot tongue working inside of me as the otherworldly tendrils traced icy circles around my nipples.

I felt more frosty fingers stroking my mound, and I let out a low moan as they unfurled slowly, snaking their way to my folds. And then they zeroed in on my clit.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my fingers tangling in Jeremy’s soft hair. I arched my back up off of the bed as I felt a cool sheen of sweat spring up over my skin.

Jeremy took my gasp as encouragement, and kissed me even deeper than before, swirling his tongue with fervor and hitting my hot spot just right. At the same time, those invisible vapors were swirling around my clit and my nipples, rolling against my swollen nubs with a matched speed and pressure that was being increased steadily.

“Yes,” I hissed, in between heavy, gasping breaths. “Oh yes, don’t stop...” I panted, and it was a combination of a plea and a command, to both of my lovers.

I felt myself being wound tighter and tighter as Jeremy and the ghost eagerly brought me closer and closer to the edge of release. My body was trembling, tingling icy and hot. My head thrashed from side to side as I tangled my fingers in Jeremy’s hair, hanging on tightly as I the pressure built to an unbearable fever pitch.

And then, with one final deep probe from Jeremy’s tongue, paired with an intense icy swirl from the inhuman presence, I came completely undone.

A deep, gasping, primal cry escaped my lips as I was hit with a blinding, white hot orgasm. My hips bucked up off the bed, grinding into Jeremy’s eager mouth, as wave after wave of intense ecstasy crashed into me.

My body quivered against the darts of pleasure that exploded from deep within me and unfurled up and out, leaving every inch of my body tingling, every nerve ending alive and humming.

I was still breathing heavily, my chest heaving, as I slowly wound down from the intensity of the orgasm. Small spasms shot through my body, aftershocks from the unbelievable pleasure I’d just experienced.

Jeremy looked up at me from his spot between my legs, and I gave him a satisfied smile as I felt a light, tender caress of cool air against my cheek.

He shifted on the bed, moving up, and pressed his body against mine. His arms were on either side of me, and he rested on his elbows, looking down at me with his bright blue eyes.

“You are so sexy.” He whispered, and I writhed under him in response, bringing my hips up to meet his. Jeremy’s penis was rock hard against me, ready to go.

“I want to feel you inside of me.” I moaned, as I felt the tug of desire deep within me. I snaked a hand down, in between our bodies, and wrapped my hand around his erection.

He sucked a sharp breath between his teeth as I moved up and down his long shaft, and my fingers circled his impressive girth. Very nice, I thought to myself, giving him another firm stroke.

I spread my legs wider, wrapping them around his hips. And then I lead that impressive cock to my wet, aching pussy.

He slipped past my folds and eased himself inside. Jeremy and I let out twin moans as he buried his erection deliciously deep inside of me.

We fell into a steady rhythm with one another, and I lifted my hips to meet his every thrust. He leaned down and kissed me deeply, and I returned the kiss eagerly, tasting my own juices on his lips.

I ran my fingers up and down his strong, muscular back, enjoying the feeling of something solid underneath my hands.

And then I felt icy tendrils playing at my hips. They moved at the same pace as Jeremy’s thrusts, and began snaking their way to my backside. The cold, invisible fingers caressed my ass, tracing complex patterns over my cheeks, before moving to the valley between them. They zeroed in on my tight little hole, swirling around it with increasing pressure.

My breath caught in my throat, and my grip on Jeremy’s shoulders tightened. The ghostly touch pressed forward, and an icy tendril slipped into my warm rear entrance.

“Oh my god,” I panted, writhing under Jeremy and against the probing touch of my spectral lover.

The tendril that was inside of me slowly began to expand, widening and elongating at the same time. My eyes went wide at the totally otherworldly sensation. My ass was filled with an icy, inhuman tendril, and it was beginning to slowly move in and out of me, swirling and twisting as it did.

It was pulsing in perfect time with Jeremy’s thrusts, and I was crying out with each and every movement. The twin sensations of Jeremy’s hot, hard cock and the ghost’s tingling, icy tendrils was almost too much to bear. The exquisite pleasure of being filled by the two polar opposites at the same time was maddening.

My fingernails were raking against Jeremy’s back as I squirmed on the bed. My hips bucked up to meet his every thrust, and the tendrils that were penetrating my ass moved with me, driving themselves deep inside of me.

“Oh yes, oh fuck me,” I whimpered, squeezing my pussy walls around Jeremy’s rigid dick, and my ass hole around the ghostly force.

Jeremy’s pace increased as I cried out my encouragement, ande was grunting with every thrust. I could tell he was getting close, and I was right there with him.

My back arched up off of the bed, my toes curled into the mattress, a layer of glistening sweat covered my body, and I felt myself beginning to tremble against the assault on both of my hot, aching holes.

“Yes,” I cried, bucking my hips up with more urgency. “Oh yes, yes, yessss,” I growled, as icy hot waves of pure bliss began to rise up inside of my body, setting every nerve ending in my body to tingling. My nails dug into Jeremy’s shoulders as I hung on to him for dear life.

And then, with one more hard thrust from Jeremy, and one final icy swirl from my ghost, I let go.

I tossed my head back as I arched up off of the bed, crying out a stream of incoherent, gasping syllables as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt crashed into me.

My entire body quivered and stiffened as each and every inch of my being was hit with absolutely exquisite bliss.

I lost myself in the intensity of the orgasm, and for a moment, nothing existed but my body and the incredible euphoria that was crashing into it over, and over, and over again.

The overwhelming feeling stretched on for what seemed like an eternity, and I writhed and cried out against the pure ecstasy of it, greedily relishing in each delicious second of it.

I was vaguely aware when Jeremy buried himself into me one final time. He let out a growl, biting down on my shoulder as he spasmed and gave himself over to his own release. This sent new waves of pleasure shooting through me, sending me reeling all over again.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I felt the intense, tingling waves of my orgasm begin to slow and soften. My muscles relaxed as I fell back onto the bed, my chest heaving and my breath ragged.

Jeremy collapsed on top of me, his own breath just as shallow and hoarse.

I gave a little moan and squirm as I felt the icy tendrils slip out of my ass, and Jeremy’s penis slip out of my vagina at the same time.

“Wow,” Jeremy mumbled, his face buried in my hair.

“Yeah,” I replied, my own voice rough and husky.

Jeremy rolled off of me and laid at my side, propping himself on an elbow to look down at my face.

“Holy shit, that was incredible.” He said, still panting. “You’re incredible.”

I gave him an exhausted, and completely satisfied, smile as I stretched out on the bed. I was revelling in the feel of my limbs being reduced to jelly.

Jeremy smiled back at me, and brought his free hand to my face. He brushed his knuckles against my cheek, and I felt my ghost lover’s cool, invisible fingers mirror the movement on the opposite side of my face.

Then the tendrils began to move and multiply, snaking around my nipples and up my thighs at the same time.

Something stirred deep within my spent pussy, and I felt myself beginning to get hot all over again. I gave Jeremy a wicked smile as I writhed under my ghostly lover’s touch. I wanted to do all of that again. Now.

“What?” Jeremy asked, touching my lips.

“I hope you’re ready for round two.” I told him, and rolled over, straddling myself on top of him as I writhed under the icy tendrils that were teasing every inch of me...

––––––––

Don't miss the story of Charlotte's first night in her apartment, and her first encounter with her horny ghost, in Ghost Sex! Here's a taste:

My entire body was tingling, covered in goosebumps, but I no longer felt cold. Instead, there was a warmth rising up, radiating out of me from deep within.

I didn’t know what part of this scenario was most unbelievable. Was it the fact that I was almost definitely being groped by a spirit, or ghost, or whatever this was? Or that, instead of being frightened out of my mind by this strange paranormal activity, I seemed to somehow be enjoying it?

As my nipples continued to be torturously teased, I suddenly felt more cool tendrils at my ankles. My breath caught in my throat. I definitely wasn’t expecting that.

They began to move up my legs, tracing slow patterns as they went. Up, up, up they traveled, gliding over my calves, my knees, my thighs. When they circled in, snaking against my inner thighs, I let out a cry.

The sensation was overwhelming. The feel of icy hot vapors playing with my nipples and massaging my upper, inner thighs at the same time was unlike anything I’ve ever felt, or anything I ever expected to feel in my lifetime.

I began moving my hips, a burning desire building. These otherworldly caresses were stoking that fire inside of me, igniting an ache deep within my wet pussy.

I was hungry for more, my body yearning for satisfaction.

The otherworldly touches on my thighs began moving against my legs with more urgency, more force. I felt my legs being forced open, my invisible lover pushing my thighs apart. Once my legs were spread, the swirling fingers traveled upwards, homing in on my eager mound.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, arching my back as the tendrils traced the folds of my hot slit, leaving a trail of icy tingles in their wake. I’d never felt anything like that before, and it was beyond exquisite.

They kept at it, moving slowly, then quickly, then slowing down again. The icy vapors were teasing me, making my breath catch in my throat.

And then they zeroed in on my clit, rippling over and around it with insistence.

Holy. Shit....

––––––––

About The Author

Rose Black lives in New Orleans and likes to write down her dirty daydreams.

She hopes you enjoy them as much as she does.

Follow Rose Black on Twitter to be the first to know when new stories are released!

@RoseBlackWrites

https://twitter.com/roseblackwrites