Haunted - For Shizz

[Chessie]

Haunted - For Shizz and Esmerelda

Chessie's short black hair shone in the darkness as she looked around her new attic apartment. Exhausted after a day of moving boxes and furniture up and down the stairs, her green eyes sparkled as she took stock. A stand up shower in the corner, her bed in the middle of the room, television hotplate, barfridge, and a single lamp. Her possessions were sparse. But they were all she needed.

She'd gotten this place for a song. Which was handy since the recent senior at college didn't have much money to be splashing around on fancy apartments. Her simple diner job didn't do much to rectify the situation. But the apartment had been so cheap, she didn't have to worry.

Peeling off her damp tshirt and shorts, she strode her lithe frame to the stand up shower across the room. Adjusting the water's temperature so it was steaming hot, she rubbed her neck as she stepped inside, allowing the water to soak down her body, pooling in her cleavage before trickling down between her legs. The hot water felt amazing after her active day. As the soap made her body fragrant and slippery, she closed her eyes, basking in the sensations.

Suddenly her eyes popped open. A noise, that seemed out of place startled her from her reverie. Popping her head out of the curtain, Chessie looked around, seeing nothing out of place. Deciding she was hearing things, she went back to her shower. Chuckling to herself an her 'first night nerves'.

 

[shizzz]

He stirred as his haven began to swirl and pulse. Lance felt the ether disturbed by one if the living and he let his ethereal senses open to that plane. Instead of filling with rage at the intrusion of his exhaled limbo he would have been breathless had he needed to breath

He could sware it was her. He knew it wasn't, he had seen her pass into the light when he had fled from her, forever condemning himself here. He had caught her cheating. He had shot him, her, than himself and now they were free in the light and he was trappe here

All of that anger and rage passed as the woman in his attic set down a box, her dark hair damp with sweat as it clung to her. She seemed to glance about the small apartment, then she tugged her shirt off

A creature of the ether was cold and listless, but something stirred in him as he watched the bra peeled from her, exposing a chest that was fuller and firmer than that of the woman she almost mirrored. Distracted by his revelry she had slipped into the shower

He felt a frustration he had forgotten years ago as he lost sight of her

"Ahhhh"! He yelled in frustration, an energy he had not used in years thrummed through him as a sound filled the room briefly

He felt hope renewed when her head popped out. Then he smiled as it disappeared again. He floated to the shower, seeing the towel on the leg beside it

The lights dimmed briefly as he drew on the energy in the lights. The towel lifted off the peg and he sent it to the other side of the room. He found the pranks of a poltergeist making him giddy. This living soul was going to be very fun to torment

 

[Chessie]

As the heat worked its magic on her muscles, Chessie couldn't help languishing in the sensations of the soap on her body. Again she smoothed the jasmine scented bubbles across her skin, allowing them to drip down her body. Her strong thighs, her firm behind, pooling at her feet before slipping down the drain. Again she thought she heard something, but this time she resisted the urge to give in to the spooks. A new place. Overtired and sore from the move. She knew all she needed to do was get a good nights sleep, and it would all seem different in the morning.

As she turned the shower off, she pulled the curtain to, looking around herself. It was odd, just having a shower open to the rest of the room. She'd have to buy some sort of blind to gain some sort of privacy. But in the mean time, there was some small amount of thrill, walking around naked like this.

Though naked and wet.. that was a different story. She reached for her towel, puzzled when it wsn't where she'd left it. Frowning she turned around surveying the room again.

There. By the window. Now, why on earth would she leave it right there?

Shrugging, she turned to wipe the condensation from the small mirror tacked to the wall. Inspecting her features as she always did. Her eyes too big, her shoulders and arms too muscular. She didn't look like the other girls in her class. All petite and wispy. She was the exact opposite. She reached down, caressing her breasts, one in each hand. Kneading them, and wishing for them to compact a bit. Their bounty spilling out of her fingers. Spying the box of toiletries, she gave up on her personal assault, and dug through it for her creams.

Smoothing the cream up her damp and slippery skin, she covered ever inch of her body, enjoying the smell and the sensation.

She could get used to this.

Stepping to her bed, Chessie figured she'd continue to enjoy her newfound freedom. Besides, her pyjamas were buried deep in a box somewhere around here. She was simply too tired to go searching for them.

Slipping beneath the covers she reached up to pull the string on the single light in the room. Extingishing all but the moon cast shadows on the oversized room. Her upper body out of the covers, she looked around, fussing with her damp hair as she surveyed her new home. A sly smile curving over her features as she considered the fact that she was alone. Her teeth catching her bottom lip as she slid down under the covers. Her long fingers trailing down her bare chest now under the blanket. Further still, she tickled her abdomen, then further down, she found the sweet spot. Her eyes closed as the smile turned more playful. Taking a breath, as her imagined lover teased and tickeled her into her long awaited dreams.

 

[shizzz]

It wasn't too long before the curtains were pulled back and Lance felt that strange feeling. It was always hate and rage and anger. Not this though this was want, and lust, and desire

He was transfixed as he watched her, the glistening skin shimmered in the soft light as she stood there, a devious smile on his face as she located her towel. Instead of the usual concern or dismay crossing her face she simply.....played

She went without the towel and her full breasts swayed as she turned to the mirror, her hands caressing her flesh as she examined her self, and he found himself wishing his hands were hers. She turned this way and that, modeling her full chest, her slim waist and hourglass hips. Her plump ass the inv this way and that

Never had he been frozen like this. He lost all thought as his ethereal mouth watered

She scooped her full breasts into her hands, the full flesh spilling from them, her hands to small for such full breasts. Her skin soft and supple, and soon shimmering as she rubbed lotion into her whole body

Before he realized it he was directly in front of her. And as she turned his eyes caught hers and that brief flash of his past ran through his mind like a freight train. He threw himself back into the planes of the abyss as his fury at his dead wife filled him and he screamed into the echoing vastness of nothing that is the netherworld

It was sometime before that feeling returned, that wanting, and with it he found himself back in his old apartment. Back with her

The light was out and the moon was up as his gaze locked in on her. He drifted over her taking her in. Her full firm breasts and peaceful beautiful face.

He felt an energy building in his body as he stared at her. He knew the power of hate and rage, but this was different. He felt the power build and slip to his incorporeal hands. He reache Doug to her sleeping form, expecting his hand to pass through the flew hit her breast, but was shocked as he felt the warm flesh fill his hand

The dead can touch the world, but the dead cant touch the living. That was the way. That was now it had always been and the few encounter he had with others confirmed the same

But he was touching her. Her full breast felt like fire in his hand as the soft flesh deformed to the impression if a hand in the soft light of the moon

 

[Chessie]

She had fallen asleep before her explorations had resulted in anything of consequence. Too tired to follow through on something even knowing how good it could feel. She just didn't have the energy.

As sleep enveloped her, her thoughts remained on her pleasures. The sensations of sleeping naked. Of bearing it all, even if for no one, it still felt decadent. The sheets tickling her at her skin. The chill of the room touching her skin and caressing her in unexpected ways.

In her slumber Chessie's thoughts still remained where they'd lingered last. Dancing in a world beyond this one. Where she walked freely in a moonlit meadow. Where she laid on a moonlit beach, the water's washing over her naked form.

The water lapped at her skin, cupping her breast in at first a tender, almost hesitant grasp. Then, it grew stronger. Water droplets became finger tips. Then a palm, and a grip. Her nipple rising to the attention it received.

A contented sigh left her still sleeping lips. Lightly arching her back, she pressed herself towards his grasp. Only one lover had touched her this way. Unfortunately he'd been cold, and harsh. Cultivating a desire for a heavy touch. A need to be willed over, instead of a gentle hand.

Her hands travelled up her sides, moving the blanket from her body. Exposing herself in the moonlight. Unaware of any presense. Simply reacting. Tiredly wanting.

Another heavy sigh and she licked her lips. Their full suppleness glistening in the moon light. Her hands finding her breasts, copying his movement. Cupping the ingored mass, her other hand covering the ghostly intrusion. Squeezing tightly as again her back arched. "Mmmm..." her mind on her past encounters now. Her clit dampening with the renewed promise of pleasure.

 

[shizzz]

Her flesh seemed to feed that power in him. He seemed to feel something flow from her into him and his grip grew more corporeal

He hovered over her as she began to move. Her hands slid up, knocking the sheet off to the side and uncovering her supple sex between toned athletic thighs. Her hands moved up her sides as she arched up, making the impressions of his hand press deeper I to the full orb of her breast, her nipples stiffening before him. Her hands slid over her breasts one gliding through his, but her hand didn't sink into the depression his own hand made. Power flowed into him from her as he seemed to draw on her own lust.

His other hand slid over her stomach, as soon as it touched her flesh he felt more power flowing into him, drawing him deeper into the corporeal world, his body beginning to appear as a soft misty form. His hand slid down her stomach and along one silky thigh, first down her thigh, and then up

He reached the nexus of her thighs and as his hand slid over the flower of her sex he felt a tremendous surge flow into him from her, his form growing more and mor opaque where he hovered over her and he could feel the slick wetness of her lips as he caressed the petals of her delicate flower

 

[Chessie]

The dream grew more real. The sensations intensifying. Her eyes still closed in that dreamscape somewhere between solid sleep and wakefulness, Chessie could feel a hand trail up her abdomen. The goosebumps raising at the ghostly touch. All at once cold and hot.

A baited breath left her lips, as she turned towards his touch, her eyes slitting open in the dark. Blurred at first, she thought she was dreaming as familiar eyes hovered over hers. A ghost of the dream she was still partially in. Reluctant to let it go, she closed her eyes again, concentrating on the feelings. Bitng her lips as the ghostly touch moved down her thigh, and then up again. Lingering before touching her...

It was like cold electricity. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she felt the fingers of her mind stroke and caress her. Her wetness coating her apex. She gasped at the feeling as her eyes came open, taking in the form above her. Suddenly growing wide as she realised she wasn't dreaming, fear mingling with all the other sensations. A sudden realisation that what she was feeling was real. And intense

"Oh..who... wait, what.."

But she coudn't move. Her arms heavy against the bed. As if weighted down by something. Her rational resolve fleeting. Her eagerness to continue fighting with the fear and the need to flee. But as ghostly fingers danced over her, her eyes closed again as the sensations heightened. Her breath coming shorter as the sudden need grew greater than logic, than fear. Her body arched towards the touch, her heart pounding in fear and lust.

Her voice a whisper, strained against the sensations coursing through her.

"Who are you?

 

[shizzz]

As he seems to draw more and more from her his vaporous form began to gain crisp, more solid lines, and he seemed to gain a very physical presence in this world

He felt her arms try to struggle beneath him, where he had once been floating above her, he was now straddling her

He heard her soft protests and watches as he eyes closed again. And he let his fingers slowly press against the bud of her sex, gently parting the feverishly hot flesh, and gently sinking inside of her

His other hand slid up to catch her nipple between his fingers as he gently pinched the hard flesh

His head dipped down and he wrapped his cool ghostly lips around the other nipple and his tongue slathered her flesh, something he had n never believed he could know again

He let her breast slip from his lips as he heard Her question, but he didn't answer her

He drew more from her lust and the cool electricity of his presence passed into her as the fiery heat of her lust poured into him

His tall lithe body began to grow sharp vaporous contours, appearing naked astride her, a soft pulse of light rippling from his hands two Thrum to his core, as he suddenly began to feel his long thick cock rest against the flesh of her stomach, a blue iridescent snake of flesh glowing strongly were OT lay on her skin

 

[Chessie]

Her eyes opened again, as she drew a shaky breath. Weak with the sensations curling through her body, fearful at what she'd see before her. His form becoming less dreamlike. There was a light, of sorts. It seemed to glow of both incandescence and sound. Yet not of any reality she could subscribe to. But Chessie found she couldn't question it. Not now. In a moment, just another delicious moment to see what..

Logical thought obliterated before her, as her eyes flew open wide. Her mind taking it all in, but refusing to acknowledge the logic of improbability. The cool electric of his presence penetrated her. Making her rigid and weak all at the same time. She couldn't fight. Only rise to his attentions. Not just in body, but in mind.

"Oh ........" Her nipples grew so taught she thought they'd burst. Her pearl swimming in its juices, her hips rolling towards his cool electric touch. Her breath coming in gasps now. Her eyes searching for answers. For reason. His eyes looking up to her as she raised her head a moment to look down the length of her body, still seen through his. His mouth on her nipple, his toung, cool and wet, the the connection of her skin to his hot, as if a chemical reaction. Her head fell back as the energy washed over her. Wondering if she could endure more. Wanting to.

Even with her eyes closed, she felt him take shape. As her body trembled under his guidance, she felt him grow real. Solid. A rigid mass at her belly. Her instincts responding to the sensation. Her core clawing in desperation. There was only one result. Unbidden her hand travelled down, sliding in between them. Taking hold of the suprising girth. Gasping as she felt its vibrations. Opeing her eyes as she looked to him now. Pleading.

 

[shizzz]

Every inch of his surreal body that was in contact with her was trembling with this new power. Each contact poured a heat into him that was something he had never expected to feel again, she drove off the cold of the grave and poured a fire into him that did more than just awaken him

Her body was voluptuous perfection, and he had intended to enjoy every privelage of an invisible stalker, but that first moment of contact had created some kind of bond and now his soul seemed to resonate with hers

These thoughts were fleeting when confronted with the simple sensations he had never dreamed of having again, but then he was driven to another level of synchronicity with her when her hand wrapped around his member

It seemed as though a bolt of lightning traveled from her touch and through his rod to his core.

A tangential groan filled the air, made of energy, not sound, as her hand brought him to life. His cock was instantly rigid and the sensations made him release her nipple from his lips. He looked into her eyes and saw the trance of utter list and abandon in them, and he knew she was under the same spell.

His hand slid back and forth over her breasts, teasing one hard nipple and then the other. Then he looked down and saw through himself. His hand pressed deeper into her sex, parting her sultry slick lips, and then they slipped o side of her. Two thick fingers slipped into the furnace of her loins slowly and insistently. His entire arm seemed to become more alive as the energy he took from her began to come from the core of her lust

His cock stiffened to its full thick length in her hand as she seemed to forget the impossibility of what was happening and surrender to the list that had kindled to a bonfire between them. Her lust was giving him life

Not knowing what he did or how, his body became incorporeal briefly as his torso slid through her, then reformed to part her thighs and the head of his cock replaced his fingers. He leaned in, and visible waves of energy rippled through him as he sank his ghostly member into her core, the manifestation of the energies exchanged danced and rippled across the walls of the room and over the sensuous planes and curves of her body. Playing in her eyes and off of her hair as his thick sex spread her pussy taught and began to slowly and insistently drive deep inside of her

 

[Chessie]

Her eyes had been closed. Tight against the cold light of reality. Allowing only the sensations to affect her. Not the sights that shouldn't be. Squeezed shut, to allow only the trembling thrum of electricity, slowly building from her core.

As her hands touched him, she felt a tingling sensation. As if they'd gone to sleep. His thickness in her hand, growing more ridged at her touch only curled her need more intensly. Pushing the thoughts of how this couldn't be far from the reaches of logic.

She felt the intense vibration of his moan. As if the whole room suddenly came to life with him. The walls seemed to vibrate. The bed beneath her seemed to hover. She herself felt unbound by the natural logic of things. Her eyes still closed she worked her hand almost methodically, marvelling at what was before her.

For a moment, it all seemed to blurr. Her tingling hands, the rumble of electricity all around her. Her eyes still closed she searched for a moment, in her mind. Was it over? Did anyof this really happen?

But then, as if in answer to her concerns, her legs parted around something. Her hips shifting upwards, seemingly of their own accord. Her juices running outwards, beckoning .. what?

And then, she felt it. A feeling like no other. Cold electricity penetrated her core. Gasping, her eyes flew open, the room almost sparkeling around her. Shifting and wavering, much like her own resolve. This couldn't be happening. This had to be..

Logic fleeted again as he drew out of her. A deep shudder, starting with in her, curled from toes to fingers. Her need to bring him back stronger than anything she'd ever felt. Her back arched trying to find him, her fingers groped the air infront of her, tingling as she found his shoulders. Her eyes locking to the ones almost glowing above her. Growing wide as he drew back into her. Tentatively at first, and growing more insistant as she yielded to him. Her own moans coming deep from within. Growing louder in the dark. Begging for more. Her eyes closing again as the feelings began to get to intense. Her moans sounding almost as if in pain. The only pain, coming when he drew away from her. The thought of going another millisecond without him coming into her again. If there were other apartments in this house, she'd be shamed to be aware of her cries, echoing in the dark. Her pleading, and groaning. Her hips rolling towards him with each desperate moment, her voice matching her movement. Her voice hitching up an octave as she openined her eyes again to his. Incredulous of this feeling.

"Don't stop.. Don't stop.. Oh God.. don't.." She was panting now, a dew starting to cover her skin. The moonlight causing a glow to the room, only adding to the ethereal moment. Her eyes glowing brighter as the feelings intensified. Her bottom lip raw and puffed as it released from her teeth.

 

[shizzz]

Her voice began to grow higher with need and pleasure, his own form drawing power from her and becoming more corporeal as his essence flooded into her

His thick ghostly member parted her luscious flower again and again, his thrusts beginning to have an impact on her as his ghostly hips met her flesh. His eyes slid from hers to watch the tremendous mounds of her breasts role with each thrust, his arms and hands becoming more opaque with each thrust of his cock. Her rigid nipples roles up and down with the heaving of her chest as her hips lifted to meet his thrusts

He had no idea what was happening, he had never been able to draw power like this, but she seemed to be a bottomless source, and the more he drew from her the more she seemed to be lost with need for him. Her body surrendering to him

His body turned from an iridescent blue to a hazy flesh tone that shimmered in the light of the full moon spilling in from the window as he thrust deep inside of her hot wet pussy

 

[Chessie]

Her cries were guttural. Almost animalistic. A sound she hadn't heard, in a voice she didn't recognise. With each stroke, the feelings intensified. With each thrust, she thought she'd obliterate over the edge. Until he pulled away from her again and again, causing her desperation to mount up even higher.

She needed him, wanted him inside.

Her breasts rolled towards him as he pulled away, bouncing back up towards her, with the force of him crashing deep inside her core. Her hands on his shoulders digging in as she pulled him towards her. Craving the release. The timid student, now anything but. Her hips working deftly to take him deeper. Her molten core roiling in need.

Her pants and groans escalating. Forming words from beyond her cognition.

"Please, oh God.. Fuck.. Fuck me hard. Don't stop. You started this.. don't you fucking dare stop. Fuck me until.. until... " Her hips demanded more. Bucking harder and faster each time he reared back. Lost in the dizzying tirade of sensations rocketing through her body, Chessie diconnectedly wondered if she'd cease to exist after this moment. If she'd die from this extacy. The thoughts never caused her movements to cease. Her hips only begging for more. Her body crashing up to meet his, over and over again. She didn't care, in this moment. All she knew was the need for his stroke. To be obliterated in such away, was of no consequence. She felt the first wave of intensified sensations start to rocket through her. Tensing her voice seemed not connected in world around her. Clawing at him as he pounded into her, past the orgasm and dragging her further.

Desperate for him to stop, but more desperate for him to never stop again, she raised up, her mouth finding his, her pleas muffled in his lips as she ground her mouth on his, taking what she could from him. Desperate for more.

 

[shizzz]

Her cries rang in his ears as her body met each of his hungry thrusts with her own. Her hands grew purchase on his shoulders as his form became more and more real. His cock throbbed as it drove deep inside of her, stretching her tight wet lips, and driving deep inside of her quivering sex as she cried out, her pussy quivering and clenching at his thick rod as her body shook with her orgasm.

She pulled him down and her lips met his in a hungry kiss as their tongues danced together, his muscular chest pressing against the full orbs of her breasts, smashing the flesh against his body, her hard nipples driving into his new found form. His hips undulated between her thighs as he continued to drive himself inside of her. His body becoming more and more solid with every thrust as he pulled the energy of her fiery life inside of him

He wrenched his lips free from hers and curled his body, catching one rigid bouncing breast in his mouth, sucking hard on her flesh and teasing her nipple with his tongue, as his cock pumped into her again and again and again, his body growing tense as he fought to extend the experience and keep himself from cumming

 

[Chessie]

As the orgasm released its clawing hold, ebbing slowly from her, it hardly gave her a chance to recover as he continued his assault of her core. Driving into her over and over, the sensations building yet again, before she'd even recovered from the first orgasm.

As her returned her kiss, his mouth on hers, lapping at her tongue, licking at teasing, she felt herself draining somehow. What little self resolve she possessed, now trickling away as he breathed her breath. As if he was some how drinking her in. Leaving her a shell of what she was.

His mouth came off of hers, his strokes still deep and penetrating. Without missing a beat, he took her nipple into his mouth. The new senstation causing her back to arch towards him, sending him deeper into her core as his teeth grazed her overly sensitive buds. Heightening the next orgasm, that built with rapid speed. Ripping through her so intensly, she cried out as if in pain. Her body going rigid as she clamped down on his driving member, only yet again intensifying the sensation as she milked his rigidness. Her body taking, of its own volition. Her arms fell from his shoulders, her fingers gripping at the sheets on either side of her on the bed. Chessies back arched her core taught as she held firm against his assault. No longer rising up to meet him. Just holding firm as he came into her, over and over again. Squeezing and rippling as the senstations took over her. A low growl, no longer pleading, but assuaging. Her consciousness flickering in and out, like a radio station off its channel. No longer in control of her surroundings, or of her own body and its reactions. Reacting simply from the power he had over her.

 

[shizzz]

Her entire body seemed to yield to him, need him, offer itself to him more willingly than he had ever imagined

Her hands slipped from his shoulders as she gripped the sheets, crying out in extasy as he felt her pussy throb and clench around his member as she came again.

It was ll too surreal, all too much. His own body began to throb and tense. Her breast poppe free from his mouth as he thrust deep inside of her, back arching as he lifted his head and growled

His cock throbbed an pulsed as he came deep inside of her. His entire essence seeming to be draining out through his cock. His body trembled as he felt his dick spewing gout after gout of his cum inside her.

His entire body collapsed as he fell into her, but as he came, all the energy left him, returning to her, as his body faded. He fell on her, then through her, dissipating into a soft mist as then to nothing. His consciousness reeled as he fell back into the black depths of the nether world, spent beyond belief.

 

[Chessie]

Her breaths came in deep gasps as she felt him go even more rigid. His member so large and thick inside of her, she thought she'd break apart at his minstrations.

Chessie felt him arch up, her consciousness flickering as a wave of intensity flowed through her. His growl in her ears as she received his liquid. Her body pulling him in deeper with each moment, burying him as deep as he could go into her. One last gasp, and she shuddered wholly. Completely. Finally contented. Finally satiated.

She stayed still for a long while. Her fingers still clutching the sheets. Her eyes closed as the lingering sensations slowly flickered out. Exhausted and thoroughly spent, she let her heart stop pounding. Taking a careful breath, as she opened her eyes, trying to piece together her shattered mind. Still in pieces.

She expected him to be there. A body on top of her. Or at the very least beside. Confusion muddled her brain as her eyes looked around the once glowing and vibrating room. Now a little too dark. A little too silent. Frowing, she untangled her fingers from the sheets. Blinking as she rolled over, her eyes combing the dark.

Just an empty apartment. The only clue to the encounter, her over sensitive core. Her exhausted and satitated state. Taking a breath, she looked at the clock.

It had been ten minutes. Impossible. Hours had passed. Days she was certain. She'd been assaulted so beautifully, so wholly for hours she was sure! But the clock revealed the truth. Ten minutes since she'd climbed into bed after her shower. The dampness between her legs, belying a hidden truth.

A powerful dream. Had she been craving it that badly? That she'd created the whole scenario in her head. That she'd rode an orgasm - no two.. extremely powerful, earth shattering orgasms - of her own minds making? Good god, she hoped she could do that again!

Smirking Chessie fell back to her messed up pillows. The slick liquid dripping from between her legs. Taking a satisfied breath, she turned over, pulling the covers up to her chin. Chuckling appreciatively to herself. She couldn't wait to tell her friend at school tomorrow. This was one for the books.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda had not had a very good night. Her latest attempt at dating had been another failure. It wasn't so much his fault: James had been quite the gentleman, and he was cute for a boy her age, but Esmeralda had found herself more interested in the lady at the next table. That woman's breasts were almost as big as Esmeralda's E-cups, and her waist and hips were as narrow as hers. When James finally noticed, Esmeralda gave the excuse she was merely making sure his eyes were on her, but that was a lie. In reality, Esmeralda found herself wondering if that woman liked to touch herself as sensuously as Esmeralda did. Afterwards, Esmeralda called up her little brother, and kept him up half the night, babbling about her date and how she couldn't concentrate on men. Finally, she had to go to sleep from sheer exhaustion, which was just as well: her brother was still in high school, and needed to get to bed himself. Then Esmeralda had to still get up, do her sit-ups and crunches, bath, eat, and headed onto campus.

She arrived at school, dressed in heels, a button-down tanktop that showed a teasing glimpse of the pale white flesh of her taut, flat tummy; and crop pants. Her jet black hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her blue eyes could barely stay awake, and it was a mental effort to see straight. When she came to the lounge in the foyer of the building where her class was held, she collapsed into one of the chairs. Chessie wasn't there yet, so Esmeralda figured she could try snatching a little bit of sleep before her friend showed up. Thier class didn't start for another hour anyway.

 

[shizzz]

Lance found himself 'waking' in the dark depths of his reclusive nether niche. The empty black void expanding all around him. He was exhausted in a way he had never imagined, or his return to 'life' had been so vibrant and unimaginable that the weariness of his limbo trapped spirit was a crushing weight that he had forgotten

His previous experience played over and over again in his imagination as he tried to comprehend the power he had felt and exchanged during the adventure. He couldn't begin to fathom what it meant, but he felt himself hungering for that feel again. The feel of soft warm flesh. Tight wet lips wrapping around his loins as he plunged its depths. With that in mind he closed his minds eye, and returned t his home.

As he gained access to the realm of the living he heard a door shut, ghosting to the wind he caught a glimpse of his target duck into a car

Determined to explore this new power he waited, floating invisible over the bed in which he had returned to life just the night before

 

[Chessie]

The alarm went off all too soon. Her confusion dissipating as she groped around for where the clock could be. Blinking as she sat upright in bed. Alone. Remembering with an incedulous smile, the dream from last night. Amazed at how real it all seemed.

Even now, as she climbed out of bed naked, Chessie's muscles protested as if they really had been worked out to the degree her dreams had suggested. Particularily her hips and groin. She must have been, quite into it all and gotten very worked up. Chessie wondered rather blushingly, if she'd called out in her sleep, for all the moaning and gasping she'd remembered from her dream.

After she showered and selected a perfectly lazy outfit for school - A string sleeved, and breezy peasant top and shorts, that complimented her green eyes, and contrasted her black short hair, Chessie had grabbed a coffee in her travel mug and darted out of the apartment to her car for school. She'd missed her first class, after sleeping in. But the bonus to that, would be the chance to catch up with Esme.. she was curious to hear the girls take on her dream. Knew the two would enjoy her telling of it.

As she suspected, her friend was lounging in her favourite spot, and Chessie smiled as she approached her. Taking her back pack off of her shoulder and dropping it at her feet as she flopped into the chair beside her. Holding out the coffee she'd bought for her in the student caf.

"Oh my god, you would NOT believe the dream I had last night! I'm exhausted from it!" She grinned teasingly at her girlfriend, taking a deep pull on her own refilled coffee. She'd need quite a few of these to get through today. When all she could think about was returning back to her bed, in that apartment. For sleep, or something much more fun.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda must have nodded off, for Chessie's sudden appearance startled her. She barely had time to accept the coffee when Chessie burst out with her announcement. It took Esmeralda a few moments to process what Chessie said.

"Whoa! Whoa! Slow down," she said. "Take it easy. That must have been one really wierd dream you had, 'cause that's the first time I've ever heard of someone getting exhausted from thier dreams."

She gratefully took a swig of her coffee. She needed it after her own sleepless night.

 

[Chessie]

You have no idea!" Chessie gasped falling back into the chair, turning her head so she regarded her friend. "You ever spend the night, running from something. Or working at your job, and its just so real you wake up feeling like you actually did those things? Well.."

It was here her voice dropped to a whisper. Looking around to the few students lingering in the chairs around them, none of them close enough to hear her whispered words, Chessie took another swig of her coffee, swallowing a giggle.

"Well.. it was like that. But.. it was..." She mouthed the word, cupping her hand around the side of her mouth, so others couldn't even see the word.

"Sex! Mind blowing.. go on forever, thought I was gonna die it was so good.. sex!"

As the words came from her lips, Chessie's cheeks turned crimson. Sure, she'd had her fair share of encounters. Her last boyfriend had liked things a bit rougher than she'd been used to. She'd put up with it, and learned to endure his ways, even coming to enjoy some of his methods.

But none of it had made her feel the way this dream had last night.

 

[esmeraldaflame]

Esmeralda's cheeks blushed. "A sex dream?" She herself found sex dreams disturbing. It embarassed her to have them. They always involved women. Sometimes, it was her old freshman roommate. Sometimes it was a girlhood friend. Other times, it was her brother's girlfriend. Her last dream had been of Chessie, stroking her vagina and sucking her tits. It was creepy and shameful. Esmeralda hadn't been able to make eye contact with Chessie at all for a week. As far as sex went, she pretended to be only mildly interested.

"Did you fall asleep with your vibrator still on?" asked Esmeralda, trying to lighten things up a bit, more for herself, than Chessie. "You're as wound up as if you really were fucking all night. Was he at least handsome?"

I like cute boys. I like cute boys, Esmeralda told herself, though she felt a familiar twinge of jealousy appear - the same emotion she always got when one of her girl friends hung out with/hooked up with boys.

 

[Chessie]

"I don't... I mean, I didn't really .. see him." Chessie engaged, leaning in closer. Oblivious to her friends discomfort. "And Im still unpacking. I can't find Bob." She teased, grinning as she took another pull of her travel mug.

"You're going to think Im a total freak." She confessed, her temperature rising as she remembered the finer details of the dream. " But, it wasn't a guy." Taking another drink, she looked around leaning in to her friend so her whispers stayed between only them. Her billowy top falling open to reveal for forgotten bra in her hurry to leave this morning. "I mean.. it was, but.. wasn't. He was... a ghost I think. Like he wasn't all there. I could feel him .. more than I could see him."

Damn could she feel him! That had been the undertatement of the day. Even now, the memory made her damp.

Catching her open top, Chessie giggled as she pulled it closed. "Sorry, I slept in this morning, after all that.. activity. I guess I forgot to finish getting dressed!" God she was a mess! All frazzled and spent. All she could think about was that dream. It was as if he'd left her in a state of perpetual need. Even now, Chessie was trying to figure out how to relieve the growing itch. Whether she should just give up and go home again. Try to recover the dream. But she deperately wanted her friend's opinion on it. So she leaned forward again, forgetting all over again about the revealing top.

"It was the first night in that new apartment. that one in the attic? You have to come over and see it soon! We'll have some wine, make a girls night of it!" She nodded. "I'm so lazy.. I ddn't bother unpacking. So I didn't have anything after I finished showering. So.. I just went to bed naked." She chuckled. "I was kinda turned on, and was totally going to take care of that, but.. " She winked at her friend as she leaned back in her chair again, looking up to the ceiling as she remembered. "I must have fallen asleep before I could, and I guess my mind took care of it for me. It was so real! I mean.. I felt him! I couldn't see him at first, but I felt these hands on my body. Then on my breasts, and between my legs. You'd have thought I'd have freaked! But it felt so good!"

Her eyes closed now as she remembered, licking her lips at the reminiscence. Her behaviour so unlike her usual timid self. Lost in the memory of the encounter, she seemed to forget where she was.

"Then I did kind of see him. His eyes, his jaw.. his.." She bit her lip as she turned to her friend. Chuckling in a slow purr." Oh Esme.. seriously.. he just.. hovered there, and I was so fucking turned on! And Oh my god.. when he.. y'know.. I thought I was going to die. Right there."

 

[esmeraldaflame]

The dream sounded even creepier than the deepest, darkest lesbian dreams Esmeralda had ever suffered. Being groped by an unseen force in an all but empty apartment... It would have scared Esmeralda like nothing else. Perhaps it was because so many boys just stared at her, as if she were nothing more than a picture in a porn magazine. She knew what they were thinking, and it had nothing to do with a desire to be her lover. The thought of a stranger groping her breasts and vagina was terrifying.

Chessie's reaction was also curious. She was normally so shy and demur, yet here she was gushing about the best thing that happened to her since she discovered the joys of masturbation. Esmeralda had a roommate like that, but she was the very paradigm of a blond sorority-girl coed slut - nothing at all like Chessie.

Something else stirred inside Esmeralda: jealousy. Perhaps it was that Chessie's dream had been so sensual and erotic, while Esmeralda's were creepy and disturbing. Though the thought of some pervert - even an imaginary one - running his filthy hands across Chessie's perky breasts was enough to make Esmeralda sick.

"That must have been pretty intense," Esmeralda finally said. "I kinda wish I had sex dreams like that. Mine are no where near as satisfying. Say, how long has it been since you last had sex with a real guy?"