Fifty Shades of Fantasy: Ghosts of Desire (paranormal erotica, ghost story, ghost romance, ghosts, ghost, ghost erotica, ghost sex, Halloween, Halloween stories, sexy Halloween, Halloween erotica) (2 page)

“Are you...are you in my body?” I put a hand to my chest, relieved when it felt solid. At least I wasn’t an illusion even if everything else around me was.

“I believe the correct
term is possession.”

“But why?”

His expression darkened. “To show you the truth.” He wave
d his hand and the scene blurred as it changed
.
“
My name is Andrew Smith and I had one great love in my life, a woman named Mary Holmes.
”

Our new location was a school
, one
of those old one-room schools. Students sat in orderly rows, small chalkboards on their desk. The teacher, an older woman with steel gray hair and a pinched nose, paced the front of the room, lecturing.

“We met here.” He nodded over to where a much younger versi
on of him sat. I recognized him
because the hair and posture were the same. As I watched, his younger self smiled and winked at the girl next to him.
She wore a blue dress that looked Victorian to me with its high collar. Her blonde hair was pulled away from her face and tied with a ribbon that matched her dress.

She hid her smile behind her hand, blue eyes twinkling with mirth.
She shook her head a
t Andrew in silent admonishment
.

“We
were forbidden to know each other.”

“By who?” I asked.

The boy who would someday be
the ghost curren
tly in possession of my
body, waited until the teacher’s back was turned an
d then, using a sling shot, launched a barrage of small stones.
They soared in an arc
over the class
,
and, one by one, the students in
the room looked up as they passed.
Someone snickered and the teache
r
spun around, her eyes narrowed in suspi
cion. The pebbles clattered to the floor and
she
issued
a stern warning
,
which
was met with bored indifference
.

“Our parents.” The man took my hand and pulled me outside the school house. “Our families ran general stores and the competition was acrimonious.”

“Acri...what?” I frowned.

“Bitter.”

I nodded.
Things were starting to make sense now.
“Okay. So you were like Romeo and Juliet.”

“Yes. The bard knew tragedy well. As you will see, it was no stranger to us either.
”
He stared off into the distance, his eyes dark pools of deep sadness.

A little pang went
through my heart
. “I’m sorry.”

“Thank you.” He tugged on my hand again, pulling me forward. Time and place surged around us, flickering in and out of focus.
There were walks after school. Secret glances at church.
Stolen kisses.
Andrew and Mary
managed to carry on a
torrid love affair right under their families
’
noses. Then we were in Europe:
Stonehenge, the Eiffel Tower, the
Coliseum
of Rome. He was alone now. Mary was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is she?”
I scanned our surroundings.

“I went to Europe with
out her. We
tried
to coordinate
o
ur trips so we could be together
, but her parents kept her home at the last minute.”

“Do you think her family suspected?
”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

We were in the woods now, in a small clearing. It was summer and the sun filtered down through the greenery overhead in dappled shadows. A blanket
lay
on the ground, the remains of a
picnic scattered around its edges
.

My perspective
dissolved, swirling in a dizzy mix of colors. For a long moment, the world was a fractured rainbow spinning around me. When everything came back into focus again,
I found myself thrust into Mary
’s viewpoint
, looking at Andrew through her eyes.

“It was horrible,” he said.

Mary laughed. “Really? Europe is so bad?”

“You’re what makes life good.” He fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a small
, velvet covered
box.

Mary’s heart leapt in her chest and her breathing quickened. A heady
exhilaration
warred with doubt and apprehension. She wanted this, but
she feared it
too
.

Andrew opened the box to reveal a sparkling diamond. “I’m done with  pretending. I love you more than our families can possibly hate each other.”

“Oh , Drew,” she breathed. Her hand reached out as if to touch the ring, but hesitated.

“Say you’ll marry me.” Now it was his turn to hold his breath.

She shook her head. “I can’t. Not without father’s consent.”

Andrew snapped the box shut and put it in his pocket. “Then I will ask for your hand. If he gives his blessing...” He trailed off, a questioning look on his face.

“
My joy would know no limits
.”  She smiled at him even as tears glistened in her eyes. Her father would never say yes and she knew it would be the end of them.

He leaned forward and kissed her with fierce intensity, his hand traveling up her back to cup her head. Mary yielded to him with a soft sigh. Andrew continued to kiss her, his lips insatiable and unbuttoned her blouse.

She made to protest but he shushed her. “It’s time for us
,
Mary. We can’t be denie
d any longer.
”

Mary pulled a
way, clutching her blouse over
her breasts. “I-I-I don’t know, Drew.”

“Can’t you feel how right it i
s for us?” He ran a thumb across
her bottom lip which was swollen from his kisses.
“Do you know how my heart ached
for you in Europe?”

“No less than mine did
for you,” she said
earnestly.

“Then let
your future husband sooth
e
all your wounds
.”  He kissed her again and Mary made no protest, eagerly opening her mouth to receive his tongue.

Andrew pulled her blouse down her arms and cast it aside. Kissing her
, he nudged her
down to the blanket,
where
he unfastened her skirt and inched it over her hips.
With some assistan
ce from Mary, he removed
her underclothes
.

The summer breeze skimmed Mary’s breasts, tightening h
er nipples. With a soft growl, An
d
rew dipped his head and captured a sensitive tip in his mouth, laving it with his tongue until she gasped.
He did the same with the other nipple and her breathing became ragged at the ass
a
ult of sensation. Her hips spun in small circles and an ache, more profound than any she’d ever felt, burned in her core. She needed him to do...
something.

With a wolfish smile, he
kissed his way down her stomach and snagged the elastic of her panties with his thumbs. In one swift movement, he yanked them down to her ankles and off her feet, tossing them to lay with the rest of her discarded clothing.

Mary reached for the buttons on h
is shirt, then, wanting to feel
him
skin-on-skin,
without any barriers. She sat up and peeled off his shirt, pausing to kiss each strong shoulder. On an impulse, she leaned down to flick each of his small nipples in turn, delighted to hear the sharp intake of breath the action caused.
Her hand wandered across his stomach, marveling at the ripple of muscles there and the way they jumped under her hand. She
paused at his belt
and looked up at him. He nodded, encouraging her
,
and
,
with
a deep breath, she undid the buckle
.

He stood after that and quickly kicked off his pants and the boxers underneath. Mary drank in the sight of him, eyes settling on the hard length between his legs. She
licked her lips, nervous at what would come next.

Sensing her distress, he
said, “It will be wonderful, Mary. I promise.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“You trust me
,
right?”

She no
dded again. “With my life and
soul.”

He kneeled, hands palming her breasts, thumbs caressing their tips. “I love you
,
Mary Holmes.”

“I love you
,
Andrew Smith.”

They kissed again, deeply and it seemed like more than their
skin touched, as if their very essence melded
together, fusing into one. He pushed her onto her back and once again kissed his way down her body, this time moving past her bre
asts and stomach to the nexus at
her legs. Gently coaxing her thighs apart, he
kissed her mound and parted her nether lips, peeling her open for his tongue.

Mary cried out as pleasure assailed her. It sparked where his tongue touched her and then spread in a hot wave up through her stomach to her breasts. Each wave became bigger than the last and she found h
erself sobbing as a spasming release
crashed over her.

Before she could catch her breath, his hardness pressed at her wet entrance. “Try to relax for me, my love,” he said, his voice soft with tenderness. Little by little he won his way into her slick heat. When he was in as far as he could go, he stopped and kissed her until the uncomfortable stretching sensation of his penetration felt normal. Lips still locked with hers, he pumped in and out with small movements, giving her as much time as he could to accustom herself to his size.

Moving from her lips, he pressed his mouth to her neck and collarbone, laying a trail of love bites down to her breasts. Once again, he suckled at her nipples and her stomach clenched at the
onslaught of pleasure. Her breasts were swollen, nipples taut with ne
ed and her core was wet and hot
.

He quickened his pace and she writhed under him, softly gasping his name. Andrew lifted her legs up to his shoulders and pumped harder. Mary moaned, hands reaching for
him, but only able to graze his thighs
given their position.
Her breasts bounced with each stroke, a reaction that tugged on her nipples, amplifying the sensory
memory of his tongue lapping them into stiff points
.
Inside, pleasure swelled so large
, she felt as if she would explode.
Mary closed her eyes,
retreating to an inner world of sensation
. Drew pistoned between her thighs
, striking h
er over and over until she succu
mbed to a second wave of bliss.

She arched up with a hoarse shriek, hands flailing on the picnic blanket, looking for something to hold onto. Andrew gripped her hips and slammed her down his length, taking advantag
e of her release to find his own
. He groaned and bit his lip as he came, shuddering with the force of their lovemaking.

I found myself
yanked out of Mary’s body
and standing next to Andrew the ghost again.

I gave myself a little shake, trying to ground myself.
T
he echoes of Mary’s orgasms still pulsed
through me.
“I fee
l
dirty
,” I said. “Was the supernatural
ménage
-a-trois really
necessary?”

He shrugged
, unmoved by my reaction
. “That was the happiest memory of my life.”

“Congratulations. Try to keep me out of it.”

He shook his head, emphatic. “No. You have to understand how much I loved her.”

“Why?”

“Because you will judge me.”

I frowned. “Do I look like God? Or a jury?”
What was this guy’s damage?

He ignored me and gestured to the events unfolding before us. Andrew entered a large home and waited in the foyer for what seemed like an eternity, hat clutched in his hands. Sweat beaded his brow and his eyes roved the roam, unable to focus
on anything for long. He was
nervous.

We shifted into an office where a portly man with a bald head and spectacles stared at A
ndrew. A red flush stained
his cheeks. “No, absolutely not. You will not marry my daughter.”