“Yeah, definitely.”
“Anything good on that paper?”
Pete folded it and stuffed it back into the box. “Nope. Nothing about Skylar’s mom. Nothing good at all.”
“Shame,” Nathan said, returning to taking pictures of the photographs.
Shortly after the lightning, it was like someone had flipped a switch. Now the rain was really coming down again. Pete couldn’t hear his own thoughts over the drops slamming into the window. With the wind howling, it really sounded like a hurricane was happening outside. Skylar’s house was made of brick, and Pete couldn’t help but think that a big bad wolf was out there trying to blow it down. There was another crack of thunder, louder than the one just moments ago. Pete jumped to his feet.
“What’s the matter?” Nathan asked, looking up from the photos. “Afraid of some lightning?”
Pete used the first excuse that came to mind. “I … really have to use the bathroom.”
Nathan raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Glad to know.”
It wasn’t a total lie. Pete guessed his bladder was half-full, but that was still a good enough reason to leave the bedroom and find somewhere further in from the outer walls. He had always been afraid of severe storms, ever since a tornado had grazed his parents’ house many years ago when he was four or five years old. He remembered the noise and the wind, and everything roaring around him, and crying because it was so loud. Now, every time a storm rolled into town he became restless, worrying that something like that might happen again, even if it was just the wind and the lightning without the tornadoes.
Basically, storms sucked ass.
On the way to the bathroom, Pete spotted a door that was cracked open. Light shone into the hallway. There were two muffled voices inside, and he immediately knew that they belonged to Skylar and Jean. He couldn’t make out the words from either one, but he did see the redheaded girl through the tiny slit. Pete stopped and held his breath there, keeping her in view. She didn’t see him.
Jean was one of Skylar’s friends, or so he guessed. He had never seen her before, not even back when Skylar and him were still dating. The girl was clearly more attentive now that she didn’t have a bong in her hands, and Pete couldn’t risk getting caught spying. He remained absolutely still and only viewed her with one eye.
Then she started taking her clothes off.
Pete was frozen with a mixture of astonishment and fear. The stakes were higher than ever now. Nathan would’ve loved to see this. Jean yanked her tank top right off, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her small, perky breasts fell out, each one as pale as her face and peppered with faint freckles that stood out if the light caught them just right. Her pink nipples were hard and definitely erect. She carried on with her pants and wiggled out of those next, revealing a silk white panty that hugged her skinny hips and might’ve been a bit see-through. Pete silently wished for her to turn towards him just a bit, and then maybe he could see underneath the fabric—
He nearly jumped out of his skin as the door closed.
Well, that’s that, he told himself. Skylar was the one who had closed the door, surely. He had no idea why Jean had been taking her clothes off. Several vulgar images flashed through his mind, all begging to be the right answer. Pete shook his head and remembered that he had a bathroom to visit, and a toilet to empty his half-full bladder into. At least the storm sounded like it had died down a little, though the intermittent rumbles of thunder caused goose bumps to rise on his arms.
Pete found his way to the one door that didn’t lead into a bedroom and went inside, closing the door behind him. In complete silence, the pattering of rain returned, as if someone had taken a volume slider and raised it up a tick. He went for the toilet and undid his pants. As urine splashed into the porcelain bowl, he couldn’t help but think of the most recent events—the torrential downpour and the flooding, Skylar and her strange friend and the mention of a purple comet passing by the Earth, the pictures of Busty Betty along with a newspaper article talking about homes being built on a cemetery. Were there dead bodies right under his feet at this very moment? He trembled at the thought.
Right as the stream began to slow, Pete felt a chill around his privates and glanced down to see a transparent face—a girl’s face—in the bowl. Her lips were open wide at the base of the arc of piss mere inches above the water already in the toilet.
“Jesus!” he shrieked, stumbling back and hastily stuffing his manhood back into his underwear, not caring if the urine had finished coming out or not.
The ghostly figure levitated right out of the toilet until her feet were on the ground. Then, she passed through the bowl as if it weren’t solid at all and floated forward until her foggy lips were only inches away from his.
“Did I scare you?” she asked.
“You’re a—”
“Don’t say it,” she said, pulling back. “You think I don’t know that already? I have eyes you know.” She pointed at her eyes. The tips of her fingers went right through them! “Now, do you want a blowjob from me or not?”
Holy shit, Pete thought. Someone from the afterlife was standing right there in front of him! Despite her white, transparent appearance, she was clearly naked. After Pete had composed himself by confirming that yes, there really was a ghost standing less than three feet away, he looked down at her body. She was slender like Jean, but a bit fuller in the chest and wider in the hips. Her hair was done up in dark curls—well, white curls, but they were darker than her face. He could see the opposite wall, the toilet, the counter, and everything else through her body.
Then, Pete remembered what she had said.
“A blowjob?”
The ghost woman rolled her eyes. “A boy gets offered a blowjob and he can’t believe it. Yes, you heard what I said. A blowjob. I’ve been dead for so long. Can’t a girl have a little fun after she’s been six feet under? Just take it back out. I can’t exactly do it myself, you know. Ghosts don’t have many privileges, and grabbing things isn’t one of them.”
Pete glanced down. Right. Yeah, this isn’t weird at all. For one thing, he didn’t believe in ghosts and never had. Anyone who had claimed to see one was delusional or had mistaken something rational for the dead becoming undead. Ghosts weren’t real. They were like vampires or zombies or anything else.
Except there was a transparent woman standing in front of him who had just risen out of the toilet, and she was asking for a blowjob. Maybe this was the start of a mental disorder. Pete was seeing things that weren’t there. Next, he was going to hear voices talking to him, like Jean and that stupid comet.
“Blowjob?” The woman was impatient. “Ghosts can’t walk the Earth forever.”
Never mind. That was already happening!
Pete pulled his cock out again, and the woman’s eyes seem to light right up. She lowered herself through the floor—with her feet and legs disappearing right through the tiles—until her mouth was level with his manhood. He didn’t know what to expect when she actually tried to reach out and touch it. There was no sensation of contact, no warmth from another hand upon his cock, no perceptible grip squeezing around the shaft. Instead, it was like the air around his male member had suddenly gone cold. He shivered a bit as the woman’s hand enclosed the shaft, and then came out to the head.
Beyond all reason, he started to get an erection as if she were actually stroking his cock.
“That’s a nice cock you have,” she said. “I bet you use it a lot. If only I were real right now so I could have you fuck me. I’d love that.”
Pete ignored her.
The cold chill that had encircled his cock suddenly doubled in intensity when she brought her mouth forward. By now, Pete’s cock was throbbing and sticking straight out. It was surprising by how quickly he had attained a full erection. If only this had happened a few months ago, then Skylar wouldn’t have had any reason to leave him! All he needed was a ghost girl to give him a blowjob, apparently. The absurdity of such a thought in his head made
him question his own sanity.
But it was actually happening. His new friend worked her head back and forth, taking his cock into her mouth as if she were real and actually performing oral on him. Even more amazing was the fact that he could see his cock in her mouth the whole time! As it continued to go deeper, Pete felt that chill around his cock, so consistent and palpable that he could almost imagine someone’s lips around it. He felt a climax coming.
She pulled back and wiped her lips—though there was visibly nothing to wipe. “Oh, I’ve been needing this for so long! You have no idea how great it feels to have a dick in my mouth. It’s incredible!”
Pete nodded. “Yeah, I can only imagine.”
“I hope you never have to experience this hunger I have,” she said, returning her lips to his manhood.
Pete thought of Skylar when they were still together, imagining her lips around his cock. Hell, he even imagined Jean and what she could do with her mouth given the chance. Yet, nothing aroused him more than the thought that a ghost had risen from the grave just to give him a blowjob. It was erotic! And bizarre. But whatever. His dick was out, and the ghostly woman wasn’t going to stop until he came. Pete felt that pressure in his loins, his seed bubbling at the brim of a cauldron, ready to spill out. Suddenly, it was too much.
His new friend couldn’t actually touch him with her lips, and neither could she catch his release with her mouth. So, instead of finishing without a mess, Pete’s cum spurted all over the tile floor, passing right through the back of the woman’s head. She continued to suck him off as if she were swallowing his load, however, and Pete could nearly feel the air leaving her mouth to pull that remaining seed out of his cock. It was a hell of a sensation, imagined or not. He was completely drained by the time the orgasm had passed through him.
The woman came to her feet again, rising through the cum-covered tiles. “Good, no? My lover always praised my mouth.”
“Lover?” Pete panted. “Who’s that?”
“You’ll see. Not yet, but soon. The night wants us to be back on Earth. It’s the comet. Haven’t you seen it?”
Pete grabbed a tissue and cleaned his cock. “Oh great. You too, huh? It’s just a silly comet. There’s nothing special about it.”
The woman came forward, putting her hand under his chin. “No, it’s not just a comet. Let me show you.”
Pete watched as the woman floated closer. He thought she was going to try to kiss him. Instead, she passed right into his body. After what felt like a gust of wind on his face, she was gone. Pete looked around the bathroom, but she was nowhere to be found. Instead, he felt something twisting around in his gut, squirming inside of him like a rodent searching for a way to get out. The sensation quickly spread to the rest of his body, and he leaned against the countertop until it all passed.
“There,” said the woman. “Not long now.”
Pete spun around just as she faded into thin air.
“What? What the hell was that?”
With the woman apparently gone and the blowjob over, Pete reached for his underwear and pants again, which were down around his knees. A twinge of panic shot through him as his eyes settled on his crotch. There was no mistaking what he saw, or what had changed since just a minute ago. Instead of a deflating cock, there was a little slit with a triangle-shaped patch of dark hair just above it—a pussy.
Skylar put the mouthpiece to her lips and inhaled as Jean had showed her. Then, she pulled the bong away and tilted her head up, coughing.
“And exhale,” Jean said, taking the bong from her hands. “You inhale, and then you exhale. You must remember to exhale. Do it slow, and let it flow through you. Picture yourself floating above the bed, through the ceiling. Like a ghost. Float like a bird, Skylar. Flap your wings, soar high above the streets. Reach for the sky. Once you get to the clouds, there’s no other feeling in the world.”
Skylar waved the fumes away from her face. “Yeah, I’ll just pass. Once was enough. Besides, my parents will kill me if they ever find out. You better have that shit hidden when they return home.”
“It’s all good, girl,” Jean said. She always had that vague smile on her face, as if half her mind was in the present and the other half was off somewhere else a hundred miles away. Skylar had never seen her upset, or angry. Even just picturing her without that smile was difficult.
It was well after midnight, but Skylar wasn’t tired yet. And neither was Jean by the look of it. There was no reason to be in bed in a timely manner, not since half the town was going to be underwater tomorrow. Truthfully, she was anxious, and waiting to see if Jean made a move. Skylar had a hunch that her friend was interested in the same sex, but she wasn’t entirely sure. When Jean had stripped earlier and changed her clothes right in front of her, it had been a test. The girl was undoubtedly high as a kite, but she was putting one foot into the water and seeing what would happen. Skylar wasn’t sure how she’d respond to Jean coming on to her, or if she’d say no.
When Jean produced a joint from her pocket, Skylar pointed for the door. “Not in the house.”
“But it’s a flood out there.”
“There’s a porch out back.”
“I got another if you want,” Jean said. “I like having a partner on my cosmic journeys.”
“No thanks.”
After Jean had left, Skylar was alone to her thoughts again, questioning her sexuality for a person with the same sex organs as her. It didn’t help that she was horny. She didn’t know why. The rain had let up, but only briefly. There was even a break in the clouds, allowing a glimpse up at the purple comet passing by the Earth. Its purple glow seemed brighter than ever, but that’s probably because it had been hidden for so long.
As Skylar stared up at it, counting down the seconds until it was out of sight again, she felt a twinge of pleasure between her legs and slipped a hand down the front of her pajama pants. The image of a boy flashed into her mind as a finger pushed into her entrance. She didn’t know if it was Nathan or Pete or both merged together. She didn’t really care. There was a thought in her head, interwoven with other dark, regretful desires, of going into that spare bedroom and jumping on the first boy she saw. They wouldn’t know why. They wouldn’t ask questions. Boys were boys, and she could have a cock inside her warm mound within sixty seconds, maybe less if she acted immediately.
But Skylar wasn’t that kind of girl, no matter how much her body wanted it. She pushed the finger deeper as Jean came to mind, her naked body identical to what she had seen earlier. She had never slept with another girl, but she imagined them kissing and fondling each other, their crotches rubbing together, licking until their tongues were sore. That, too, brought a little heat to her loins, and the finger quickened inside her pussy.
She exhaled softly, thrusting the finger in as deep as it could go. Her pussy was wet all the way through. The scent of it began to touch her nose. Glancing down, she saw that her nipples had perked up, producing a pair of small tents in her shirt. She tweaked the left, causing her heart to race. The finger down below paused for a moment, before pushing in deep again.
There was something about tonight, something she couldn’t explain. She felt it in her bones, rushing through her veins, throbbing in her chest. She couldn’t stop herself. Her libido was through the roof—for whatever reason. Skylar didn’t want to get caught, but she just had to fuck her little hole and squeeze her breasts. So much energy was built up inside her.
“Freedom at last!”
Skylar’s eyes shot open. She withdrew the hand from her panties and immediately stopped squeezing her breasts, realizing she had been caught. However, what was standing in front of her was not at all human! The figure was white and naked, and … and transparent!
“What the hell?” she shrieked. “Who … what are you?”
The ghostly figure floated towards her, its toes grazing the floor. “Have you seen Carmella around here anywhere? She’s about my height, skin the color of milk, see-through, and a huge sl
ut. You’d know if you saw her.”
Skylar couldn’t move a muscle.
“No? Damn. I bet she’s already started the process. Wouldn’t surprise me. That girl likes dick for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
Skylar stared. The ghost—she was sure that’s what it was—was no more than a few feet away. She rubbed her eyes, but it remained. Perhaps she had fallen asleep. It was a possibility. Or maybe the fumes from Jean’s bong had done something to her senses. That was it! Of course! Skylar was experiencing a high that no human had ever been through, a high where the dead appeared in front of her as ghosts!
“You’re not real,” she murmured.
The ghost figure heard her. “No? I guess I’m half and half. Being dead sorta does that to you. It’s not something I wanted.”
Skylar hadn’t noticed until now that the ghost was naked, but that wasn’t the strangest part. She saw something down between its legs, something that shouldn’t have been there. This apparition had a penis! Her pussy throbbed.
She started to point. “You—”
The ghost woman wiggled it back and forth. “Yep. Fully functional too. Carmella loves it, wherever the hell she is. Say, it’s been more than ten years since I’ve had a good fuck. Wanna help a dead girl out?”
“But you’re a … a ghost.”
“Don’t let that stand between us, darling.”
Skylar was dumbfounded—the way you get when there’s too much information to process and your brain just wants to shut off. Within moments, the existence of the afterlife had been confirmed, and some girl with a dick had risen from the grave and offered her sex! It was a lot to take in. Yet, Skylar’s arousal had not abated. The night was already the strangest she could ever remember, and it was only going to get stranger, for she was actually curious about how it would feel. Hell, would she even feel it? Ghosts weren’t really … solid.
Jean, you better not come back soon, Skylar thought.
Skylar placed a hand down her panties again and rubbed her sopping mound. “Do you have a name?”
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