ghost boy part eight
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Jeff held Courtney's hand as she cried. Nick, Courtney's long time boyfriend of 2 years had passed away in a horrible car accident. Nick was also Jeff's best friend since grade school. The funeral ceremony was short and Courtney felt as if her world had been torn apart. Nick had been a wonderful, caring, and understanding boyfriend. They would stay up late at night talking about how they would marry after college and live happily ever after. Now all of that was gone. Courtney dried her eyes with a tissue and everyone began to walk outside ready to head on over to the cemetery.
The clouds were looking dark outside as if it was about to rain. Once at the cemetery Courtney held on to Jeff's hand for support. She knew he was the only other person that cared about Nick as much as she did, besides Nick's family. Cried and sobs could be heard as the priest said his prayers. Courtney didn't cry. She was all out of tears. She recalls a few days before when she was given the awful news. She cried day and night almost nonstop. Being in college, she got an excuse from her professors to stay away from class for at least a week. Luckily she lived alone otherwise living with a roommate like she did last year would have killed her. She needed time alone.
After the funeral, Courtney decided to head home. Jeff watched her leave in her car and waved to her. She was beautiful, he had to admit. Her hair was long, blonde and silky. Her eyes were a baby blue and her skin light. Her rosy cheeks, perfect eyebrows and pouty lips alone could make any guy fall for her. She was very petite and short standing at only 5'2". Jeff had fallen hard for Courtney ever since he first met her.
He still recalled Nick introducing them 2 years ago. Courtney was sweet, sensitive, smart, sexy and witty. What else could a guy what? She was perfect. His dream girl, but he had to stay away. No way on earth would he ever let a girl come between his friendship. He recalled watching Nick and Courtney kissing and he watched. He watched how his best friend slid his hand up and down Courtney's beautiful hourglass shaped body. He'd gotten so hard that he just had to look away. Now Nick was gone, yet Jeff still felt like making a move on Courtney would be wrong.
Lying in the bathtub, Courtney relaxed in a bubble bath. She'd been through hell that week with all the funeral things going on and trying to keep up with her schoolwork. She closed her eyes for a moment and could faintly hear Nick's voice humming to her as he used to when she took a bubble bath. He'd hum as he washed her neck and back. He used to tell her about his day and how much he loved her. It was the most wonderful time of her life. Now Nick was gone. It was time to begin life all over again. She wondered how long that would take her.
~One Year Later~
Nick slicked his brown hair back and his green eyes pierced at himself in the mirror. He had to admit he never looked better of felt better in his entire life. He recalled the accident and he still recalled Courtney his true love. She'd been the first girl he'd been with sexually and emotionally. And Jeff. He remembered his best friend in the whole world. A friend that had been his friend through thick and thin. A kind of friend that you could trust with your own life. He missed them both but often got to get a peak at them. He'd watched Courtney at school, when she slept and when she talked out loud as if she knew he was present.
Jeff had done well in school despite his best friends death. Jeff's short black curly hair and dark deep blue eyes could make almost any girl swoon. He was charming, intelligent and very polite. Nick often wondered why Jeff never had a girlfriend. He said he was always too busy with school but Nick knew there had to be something else behind it all.
"Courtney? Are you busy?" Courtney heard a deep masculine voice speaking to her. She looked up to see Jeff standing there holding his backpack.
"Hey Jeff. No I'm just studying for my history exam. I swear if I don't pass this, I'll never graduate college."
Jeff laughed. "You're smart Courtney you can do it. If you need any help I'm here."
Courtney looked at Jeff's handsome face and smiled. "Thank you.
They continued to talk and Nick sat near by listening. He noticed his best friend's eyes glowed as he stared at Courtney. Nick had never really noticed before. He always sensed Jeff might have a small crush on Courtney, not that he could blame him. He watched them converse for a while and then decided to disappear.
Back in heaven, Nick sat quietly and looked around. He knew he shouldn't be watching Courtney or Jeff but something told him he had to. Something told him his job on Earth wasn't finished.
Jeff lay on his bed early the next morning and ran his hands down his body until he found his hard cock. He gripped it tightly and moaned quietly. He'd spent the entire day with Courtney the day before. He could still recall the smell of her perfume, the way she talked so softly, and the way she looked at him with her eyes glowing. He was in love. He'd fallen head over heels.
He wanted to ask her out as more than just a friend but thought it was still too risky. Guilt swept over him thinking he'd still in some odd way be stealing his best friends girlfriend. He couldn't do that to Nick. Nick had been his best friend since they were children. Nick had been a friend you never forget.
Jeff began to stroke his cock slowly as his mind filled with thoughts of Courtney's pretty face, little body, and long tanned legs. He'd accidentally touched her hand several times and each time, her touch alone would entice him. The way she smiled at him made his heart flutter. Courtney was his dream girl.
"Hmmmgghhhh," Jeff moaned stroking his hard member faster now. He had a good tight grip on it and felt his veins pulsing and his balls swelling up full of cum ready to be released. He closed his eyes envisioning kissing Courtney softly on her pouty lips. His hands would roam her entire body touching every curve she had. He'd kiss her neck softy and lightly suck on it leaving her soft little red marks. His hands would move to her breasts as he caressed them over her top feeling her nipples harden underneath the fabric of her top. She'd moan softly into his ear and beg for more of his touch, beg for his cock...
"Ahhhhh fuck!" Jeff cried out as he felt a long hard shot of sperm shooting out of his throbbing cock. The long ropes of warm cum shot out furiously. Jeff groaned and felt his toes curl. He lay in bed for a minute catching his breath and feeling his cock begin to soften in his cum covered hands.
Courtney woke up the next morning as looked out her window. She could see several of her classmates running outside, as it was their usual jogging time. She groaned not wanting to get out of bed. She wore nothing but a long nightshirt and soft pink cotton panties to bed. Her nightshirt was lifted up above her waist. Courtney looked up at the ceiling and smiled.
"I miss you Nick. I miss you so much."
She lifted her shirt up all the way exposing her small breasts. Her nipples were so hard and felt incredibly sensitive as she touched them. Her fingers ran gently over each breast giving her the sensation of wanting to masturbate. It'd been so long or at least it seemed like an eternity since she last had any kind of sexual pleasure. She remembered the last time she and Nick had sex. He'd been so gentle with her that night. He'd moved in and out of her so slowly at first letting her enjoy the feel of his cock inside of her. She remembered the look of love in his eyes as he began to move faster inside of her. She ran her hand all over his skin feeling him, so hot and sweaty.
"Ooh God!" Courtney called out. One hand stayed on her breasts and the other moved down. She ran it passed her flat belly and it stopped once it was between her legs. She could feel her panties soaking wet. Her finger rubbed up and down over the cotton fabric where her clit is. She moaned softly and pushed her panties to the side. She spread her lips open and flicked her clit with her finger so fast. Her little body squirmed on the bed as she began to pleasure herself.
"Oohhh Ahhrrrhhhhhh!"
Her finger slid into her pussy. She could feel she was wet and so warm. Her juices seeped out coating her finger with her honey. Her finger slid in and out of her opening and so many thoughts ran through her mind. First Nick came to mind. His mouth between her legs and his wonderful lovemaking. But then, images of Jeff came to her mind. Courtney tried to fight it. She didn't want to think of Jeff. He was a friend that's all. Nothing but a dear true friend.
"Mmmmgghhhh!" Courtney wailed as she thought more about Jeff.
She loved the way he looked at her lately. She'd noticed his stares of admiration before Nick had passed away. She always blushed but never thought about Jeff in more than a friendly way. She was in love with Nick and Jeff was nothing but a friend.
Ok so she had secretly thought about kissing Jeff. Maybe even letting him feel her breasts. Letting him run his hands down between her legs and fingering her. Making her moan loudly as he sucked on her nipples. They were just fantasies. Something she would never act upon, but Oh God he was gorgeous, she had to admit.
Courtney felt her heart racing and her body tighten up as she began to climax. Her nipples got so big and her body trembled. "Mmmmmm Jeff!" She found herself blurting out his name.
Nick knew what was going on. He knew he was in a better place, and Courtney was still on Earth and needed to be happy again. Jeff could make her happy. He had to find a way to make them both realize that they belonged together now. They both had a chance at love.
Jeff was studying for one of his anatomy exams on evening when he heard a noise outside his window. He took a peak outside and saw nothing but trees swaying from the hard wind. The sky looked dark and a sudden sound of thunder was heard. Jeff frowned. He had no idea it would rain that evening. He closed his window and his blinds. Heading back to his studying Jeff's eyes widened and his breath grew short. He stood there frozen as he looked at Nick standing before him. Nick grinned at his friend but Jeff was speechless.
"Jeff?" Nick asked softly.
Jeff still didn't respond. His heart was pounding so hard he swears he almost had a heart attack. It was either Nick's ghost or Jeff was hallucinating. He stepped back feeling so frightened.
"Jeff, please talk to me. It's me Nick."
Jeff was still dumbfounded. It had to be a dream! This wasn't real. Nick was dead. It was all his own imagination. Jeff gulped and took a deep breath. "N-nick?"
Nick nodded. "Yes it's me. Please don't freak Jeff. I know I'm dead. I'm a ghost."
"N-nick. I m-miss you!" Jeff stammered and had tears running down his handsome face.
Nick felt tears swelling up in his eyes. "I know. I miss you too. And Courtney. Oh God I still love her."
"Why are you here? I mean I'm glad you are here but..." Jeff's words trailed off.
Nick walked closer to his friend. He put his arms around him and Jeff hugged his friend back. It felt almost like old times when they used to bond the way best friends should bond. Jeff couldn't feel Nick but he knew Nick could feel him. "Nick, Courtney still loves you. I know she does."
Nick took a look at his friend. "And you love her don't you?"
Jeff wanted to look away but he was afraid if he did, Nick would be gone. "Yes I do. I'm sorry."
"You've always been in love with her haven't you?"
Jeff nodded as he wiped his tears. "Yes. But I never did anything with her Nick. I swear! I'd never do that to you."
Nick smiled. "I know you wouldn't. You're a true friend Jeff. I'm sorry I never got to tell you how much I appreciated your friendship when I was alive. I did. I still carry you and Courtney in my heart."
Jeff stared at Nick in amazement. He hadn't realized how much he missed his best friend until that moment. "I'm glad you came to visit me. Are you going to be able to do that more often?"
Nick shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I can. It's weird you know. I think I got these strange powers now. I can make myself disappear or appear whenever I want. I was going to appear for Courtney, but I had to talk to you first. Jeff I need you to make Courtney happy."
Jeff looked shocked. "W-what? Me? What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean. Jeff it's time you go on with life. I know you and Courtney are denying each other because of me. Well guess what? I'm gone! You two deserve one another. I mean I can't think of any other guy who could make Courtney as happy as you can. I trust you to take care of my girl Jeff. I love you both and you both mean so much to me. I need you two to take care of each other and love one another."
Jeff looked uneasy. "Nick, she was your girl. I can't-"
"That's right! She was my girl. But she isn't anymore. Life has changed and you have to change with it Jeff. I know you will make her happy. She needs you."
Jeff smiled shyly. "I love her so much Nick. She's all I think about."
"Yes I know you do. Please go to her."
Jeff nodded. "No I can't. She probably doesn't feel the same way about me. I mean she was so in love with you."
"Well she's going to find someone else eventually. I mean she's only 21. I don't think she's going to spend the rest of her life mourning over me right? So it's your chance Jeff to get the girl of our dreams."
Jeff laughed quietly and hugged his friend again. "I love you man."
"I love you too."
Jeff sighed. "Ok now can you at least talk to Courtney too? She probably wants to see you again. It'll be such a treat for her."
"I don't know if I can. I can try. I think I can only appear for some people."
"She must be studying right now. She studies at the same time I do."
"Yes she does."
"Can you come with me? I'm so nervous."
Nick winked. "Yup I sure can. I won't let you down Jeff."
Jeff left his blue jeans on and changed into a black t-shirt and put on his boots. They both headed out to Courtney's apartment to see if Jeff and Courtney could admit their love for one another.
Courtney was frustrated over her chemistry homework. She lay on her bed in her long baby blue t-shirt that used to belong to Nick. Her blonde hair was hanging down and her long legs dangled off the bed.
Knock! Knock!
Courtney got startled. She raised her body up from the bed and realized it was almost nine that night. She wondered if it was Jeff. She hoped it would be.
"Jeff!" Courtney's smile grew as she saw Jeff standing in front of her door.
"Hey. Are you busy?" Jeff couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked.
"Not really just doing some chemistry. Come in."
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Group SexA car pulled up a long overgrown driveway and stopped in front of a long abandoned house and stopped. Chris Ryan sat in the driver’s seat looking out on the bleak scene and shook his head wishing that he were anyplace but here. The house was a familure one for it belonged to his family but no one had lived in it for some time. "Why am I doing here sis?" He groused. "What I would like to know is why did you drag me into this?" "Oh, come on Chris where is your sense of adventure." Linda Ryan...
IncestMarek drove quickly to his small flat, parking the car he walked to the door, if anyone had seen him they would have thought he was talking to himself, fortunately there was no one about this early in the morning. Letting himself into the flat Marek turned to where he sensed Heather was standing. “Well lover, it’s not much but it’s home.” Marek took off his jacket and hung it from a hook in the hallway. “Let me show you around and then I’ve got to get some sleep.” Leading Heather around the...
Alexander walked out of the courthouse and felt amazed, but some-thing bothered him and he didn't know what it was. He started back home and arrived to find, Marlowe playing with the children outside. The children ran up and greeted their stepfather with open arms. Marlowe kissed him on the lips and welcomed him home. "There is much to be done today," he said. "I have to tend the fields and groom the horses and fix that shutter on the house. For some-reason that shutter doesn't stay...
Darkness. A thought. A wish. A vision. A flash. And there ... Madrid. Spain. Midnight. I'm actually here. Finally. I'm standing in this street. This very street. Near the driveway that leads up to Fergus Riordan's House. I can't believe it. I need to savor it. This moment of reckoning ... Grey rays of pale moonlight filtered through the trees that were being battered and blown in the fierce wind. A storm. But I felt none of it. I felt as if I'm floating in a breezeless street. Calm....
I’m dead. The worms crawl in. The worms crawl out. The worms play pinochle on my snout. Well, I assume they do. I’m dead, I wouldn’t really know, you know? Actually, I’m a ghost. I thought about peeking in on my body, but decided it was just a bit too morbid and creepy. Pretty strange, coming from a ghost, don’t you think? How did I die? You might ask. Then again, you might not. It doesn’t really matter, because I’m going to tell you anyway. I was a geek when I was alive. I graduated high...
I thought today had been a little off, what with everyone, even teachers ignoring me all day, but I didn't piece it all together until I walked into a door on my way to fourth period English. Or rather I walked through the door. I stood there in shock as one second I was walking and the next a door flung open and I had passed through it. Then it all came back to me. I was riding my bike to school and I heard a car honk and the next thing I know I'm chaining up my bike in front of the school. "I...
Incest(Hey there! In honor of Halloween coming up soon (and also because I love supernatural shenanigans anyway), I present to you a new story! It has themes of "death" and may be a little dark at times. However, if you came into a story called "Ghost Girlfriend," you probably already know what to expect. This chapter is pretty much a downer and has nothing even remotely titillating in it yet. But relax, we're just getting started. Enjoy!) You stand over the gravestone of your girlfriend... You sigh...
FantasyWelcome back, readers, sorry for the long delay. I, Qamar, had lost document of the story. Now that I’ve found it, let me continue with the story. For those who are interested only in the sexual part, I’ve numbered the parts where they begin. Others can enjoy the entire stories. Qamar waited for a while to gain full control over his ‘boys’. He felt it. Kareema had no idea about his next move. “Alright boys, hold your mother against the wall, and ask her to give me my story, so I can leave!”...
Ghost Writer By Circe Since I was little I always wanted to be a writer. One of my earliest memories are of writing a huge (for me at the time) five-page epic story of a Prince and a Princess. I loved reading about people, and so I wrote about people. When I was eight I started a journal, just observing the people I saw every day; my mother, my father, my sister, my schoolteacher. I think when puberty hit me and hormones began coursing through my body that the tone of my...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. I have borrowed ideas from many stories that I have read on the net, but the overall idea is one that came from the gray matter between my ears. Ghost Mistress By xyzpdqus Chapter 1 Once upon a time... not really. I bought an old Victorian fixer-upper house. It was in an older part of town. The place was a firetrap. The attic and basement were filled with old newspapers and unsalvageable junk. As soon as I moved in, I...
This is part three of the Ghost Writer story - a long time in coming. For that I apologize. I hope it was worth the wait. I thank everyone who has sent words of encouragement, criticism and eagerness. I've been bad - I won't do it again. For Laurie Ghost Writer - part 3 By Circe ([email protected]) I have never felt as cold, or naked, in my life as I felt that morning. My whole body shivered as I felt Charlie's hands at work, removing appliance...
Ghost Gift It's Christmas eve, and it seems like everybody is rushing around, trying to get the last things done before the stores close. Except for me. I'm a ghost. No, not the house-haunting kind. I actually have a job. Given to me by The Big Guy Himself. Hey, it beats going to the Hot Place, you know what I mean? My name is ... was ... Andrew Conner. There isn't a whole lot I could tell you about me as a living guy. I was a nobody, a tiny cog in the machine, and I...
Chapter 1 "I just don't think it's a good idea, Andrea. I remember how it was, right before he left us that night, furious over your infidelity. He was boiling with rage. He could well have crashed specifically because of that. In any case, there's a terrible aura in this house. For once, listen to me- I am a Wiccan, you know! Don't hold that seance tonight!" Andrea Wallace had always been somewhat reckless, and this seance idea was just her newest, and worst, idea at that. She had...
It was the 31st of October. It was Halloween, sometimes known as All Hallows Eve. Everyone in Waterdale was preparing to celebrate for Halloween. Some of the townspeople planned on a night parade, marching the streets in their costumes, with some of them playing loud musical instruments. Adults and teenagers alike were planning to throw Halloween costumed parties. Kids were going to go door-to-door trick-or-treating. As for Josh and friends, they were sat down drinking colas in some cafe....
Clothilde grimaced for a second as she found her face planted between the cheeks of Lilith’s ass. Before she could stop Ursula from rimming the angel, her tongue slid along the crack of her derriere. The dead Frenchwoman only persisted in making her rim Lilith, who naturally creamed herself at every turn while having her butt licked by the possessed lady! It was a truly delicious spectacle, the woman tasting another’s bottom that way. It was the last straw and Clothilde could no longer...
PART I Harry was sandwiched in between two beautiful young girls. They both had jet black hair and the greenish eyes he had ever seen. He tried his best to ask them their names, but no sounds came out of his mouth. So strange, he could not even hear his own voice. His thoughts were tumbling out but no audible sound was emitted. The fact that they were both stark naked and sweating profusely, as they rubbed against his more than willing body, did not escape his keen eye. It had been a long...
(Author's note: I am going to say ahead of time that I am very sorry for the amount of errors that you may find in this story. My grammar skills are not the best but I am going to try my best to help minimize the errors. As well this is just chapter 1 of this series, so this is just an introduction basically to the story.) One day I was working at my cubical office space doing a bunch of paper work that needed to be done by the end of the week. The people I work with are smart people as...
‘What do you want for Christmas?’ The child on Santa’s lap began a recitation of toys and gadgets that television had persuaded him were cool to have. Jenna Ritter stood at a distance. The scene did not delight or amuse her. What did she want for Christmas? Charles Ritter of course. Charles in the flesh, by her side, as he had been a week ago. Charles had died on December 10th. It was a senseless accident. He’d gone to the grocery and been hit by a drunk driver. Jenna had not wanted to...
A few weeks ago, I told you about the awful day at the hospital, centering on the deaths of two teenage studs in a car crash, followed by Dr Meadows making me service him me for the umpteenth time, like he does with all the other nurses, too.Well, this is a happier story. Maybe. Not sure. But on Sunday night, I got the fucking of my life from the shades of those young stallions!I had already checked out their pre-crash photos, and they were both gorgeous! Their faces and torsos, which had been...
Ghosts: Part 1 by Harry Merck En route to Guatemalan demilitarized zone: 0135 hours local time The angry thudding of the Osprey blades shook me out of my stupor. "Can't sleep now, have to focus," I thought, quietly reprimanding myself. Here I was again, flying into the enveloping darkness of hostile airspace in a near-silent aircraft, about to drop into unknown territory where thousands of American-hating extremists were scouring the Honduran mountainsides for resistance of...
Walking arm in arm into what Marek had called the great hall Heather gasped in amazement. The room was a vast ballroom, decorated in a Georgian style and lit by huge crystal chandeliers. On the floor of the ballroom stood about forty people. All but one of the people present curtsied as the couple entered the room. Marek led Heather to the woman who stood at the front of the group. “Heather I would like to introduce you to the housekeeper Ms Anderson, Ms Anderson this is my fiancée...
He had been fascinated with ghosts and ghosts stories since he was a young c***d. Telling scary stories around a campfire with friends, or simply reading books about ghosts and paranormal experiences, it quickly became his life. One myth in particular always piqued his interest. It was the story of a ghostly lover, who would appear floating through a window in sheer white robes, slowly killing its victim with passion and desire. The eroticism always got to him, and many nights he lay in bed,...
He had been fascinated with ghosts and ghosts stories since he was a young c***d. Telling scary stories around a campfire with friends, or simply reading books about ghosts and paranormal experiences, it quickly became his life.One myth in particular always piqued his interest. It was the story of a ghostly lover, who would appear floating through a window in sheer white robes, slowly killing its victim with passion and desire. The eroticism always got to him, and many nights he lay in bed,...