I lay in bed, unable to sleep for a while.
My roommates all went home, and I was the only one left in the dormitory. Although I had a good time talking on the BBS, once I turned off the computer, I felt so exhausted that I just wanted to find a girl to warm up with me; I was always lonely and thought: when will spring come?
“Hello?”
A female voice rang out, very softly, with a little experimental nature; I opened my eyes wide to look, and then felt amused; I know my own room well, where would there be a woman? Alas, the hallucination is out, embrace the blanket tightly, better hurry to sleep.
“Hello?”
There it was again, and this time I could hear it really, really well, a woman’s voice. I almost jumped up and nervously asked, “Who? Who is in my room?” Left hand touched the light switch to turn on, the whole room instantly lit up──weird …. Weird? Nothing?
The voice came back, “Don’t panic, and don’t be afraid. I mean no harm.” There was a pause, “The reason I came to your room …. It’s ….”
“What is it?” I asked, a little shakily.
“It’s because …. I like you ….” Her voice trailed off to a barely audible whisper. “I really like you, that’s why I mustered up the courage to say hello; I hope I didn’t scare you.”
I sat on the bed, my back against the wall, the quilt pulled up to my chin, rubbing my eyes with effort, and yes, there was no one else in the room, but voices seemed to be ringing from every corner to …. “Where the hell are you hiding? What do you mean you like me?”
The voice sighed leisurely, “I don’t know why I like you, it’s kind of fate! I’ve been following you for a year now. Hey, no need to look for me, you can’t see me, I don’t have a body at all ah!”
I shake my head dumbfounded, “No, this must just be a dream. It’s nighttime, so I’m dreaming.” Yet the dream was so realistic. I pulled the quilt up to my chin and asked into the air, “You don’t have a body? What does that mean? Who the hell are you?”
“I’m just a spirit! What do humans call us? Ghosts or apparitions.”
“You …. What the hell are you …. I don’t believe in gods and ghosts or anything like that, so don’t lie to me.”
“It doesn’t matter if you believe it or not,” she said mischievously, “there really is a ghost out there, and it’s here, and that ghost likes you and wants to win your friendship!”
“Starting out this way? How is that possible.” I was shocked and a little angry, “How long did you say you’ve been with me? A year now? Following me to class, to the library, to dinner?”
“Well, that and going to the bathroom and taking a shower …. My favorite part of your shower is when you get lost in the hot water. Now there’s nothing I’d rather do than sleep with you!”
“What? What did you say?” I said in surprise.
“I said, I want to sleep with you. Do you want me?”
I swallowed, what is this? Sinister ghosts? Even though I’m in my twenties, sleeping with a female ghost? “I …. I’ve never slept with a girl before.”
With a sympathetic tone, she said, “That I know, I just love your purity! So …. What kind of body would you like me to have?”
Not quite responding for a moment, “What do you mean: you can become anything I want?”
“Yes.”
My mouth dropped open for a moment before I said, “That sounds incredible.”
“Will? Why?”
“I don’t know, it’s just unbelievable. This is crazy, I must still be dreaming, right? There are two and a half billion men on the planet, how is it possible that a single female ghost is in my room in the middle of the night and asks me what kind of body I wish to sleep with?”
“I’ve actually met quite a few men …. Only you can make my heart flutter.”
I didn’t really know whether to feel down or proud. “But why do you like me?”
“Do humans need a reason to like someone?” She asked without answering.
“I don’t think so.”
“It just so happens that we ghosts are the same.” She smiled mischievously again, “Well, what do you like me to look like?”
I’m a bit hesitant. Will I lose my life if I play with ghosts? But her voice sounded so sincere that she might really like me! Well, let’s give it a try, anyway, I usually do good deeds, Buddha will bless me. “I like …. ones that are about the same height as me.”
“That’s easy.” She said, “Again, where’s the skin color?”
“Skin color!” I mumbled, “White women are nice, but the skin texture is poor …. I don’t like black women …. Oh yeah, get that kind of skin that’s kind of naturally dark, like from that part of India.”
“No problem. What about hair color?”
“Black. And long and straight! I want you to look a little Indian womanly.”
“But most tall, slim Indians have Western-like features yay!”
“Really? Well, it’s okay as far as that goes.”
“Whatever!” She then asked, “So what kind of body do you like?”
“Well, how about medium breasts and big tits?”
She laughed out softly. “That’s unexpected that you’d like a body like that; I’ll just do as I’m told anyway. What about a physique? Skinny, lithe, or very strong?”
“Slim, but with some muscle.” I said, “But not the kind of muscle that comes out of bodybuilding, but the kind that comes from natural movement.”
“Body hair?”
“I can’t believe it ….” Suddenly it feels as if I’m in a restaurant ordering my master to cook a steak how rare and with how much sauce …. Body hair?
She laughed again, “I’m sorry, I know it’s a little crazy; but I have to generate …. according to your wishes! Do you want me to have leg, pubic, and armpit hair?”
“Wow!” I thought for a moment, then laughed to myself. “I know it’s better for humans to be natural, but I want a hairless body ….”
“Okay! I can turn into a hairless woman.” There was a pause, “I’m going to show myself oh, are you ready?”
“Wait a minute.” Suddenly realizing he slept almost naked, “Let me get dressed first.”
“What does it matter if you’re not wearing any clothes? I can’t change out of my clothes so I’m naked too; besides I’ve been with you for a year and I’ve seen your body all over the place for a long time. I like you without your clothes on.”
I sighed and said, “Fine.”
It was as simple as that; one moment I was alone in my room; the next, she appeared and stood in front of my bed. By the bedside lamp, she was beautiful-slim, healthy dark skin, small breasts covered with two rings of areola darker than her skin color, and long dark hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall. She held out her hand with the elegance of a queen, and I hesitated for a moment to meet it; I was surprised again, having thought that ghosts were ethereal or cold; but her hand was so warm, and her skin so smooth, just like our human ones.
She smiled at me and then pulled my hand to touch her delicate breasts. “Come! Come and touch me, come and touch this body you created.”
I could feel my hands shaking. “I can’t believe …. I’m dreaming, right?” Was this really not my hallucination? Her breasts were so real, so warm, and carried the distinctive fragrance of a strong female body. If this is a dream, it’s a little too overdone.
She crossed one section and sat up on the bed, leaning her whole body against my shoulder; I could feel her between her breasts touching my upper arm. She exhaled and said, “It doesn’t matter if it’s a dream …. Why don’t you enjoy yourself now and leave the question of whether it’s a dream or not until morning?”
“Okay!” Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I was still skeptical, “Hey, you’re not some runaway, trickster underage girl, are you? Don’t fool me!”
She smiled cheekily, suddenly invisible again, “Do you think I’m fooling you?”
It’s amazing how she just disappeared! But within seconds, someone touched me gently; there was a moist touch on my lips, a pair of hands wrapped around my back, two globes of flesh pressed against my naked chest; there was literally nothing in front of my eyes, but it felt so real. ….
I lay back on the bed, she was still circling me; I began to respond to her kisses. She left my lips and began to kiss my neck, her fingers exploring me with abandon. Finally she found the band of my panties and anxiously removed the barrier. I held her unseen and caressed her back.
The implement under my straddle rose as fast as it could before being engulfed by a moist, warm object. I still couldn’t see her, but I could feel her in my arms, enjoying the offering of my virginity. So tight, so strong, like something was sucking être. My whole body muscles tensed up. Suddenly, an unimaginable wave of pain flowed through my body like electricity, a spasm of ecstasy, and the white semen that hadn’t gotten a release in a long time erupted like a volcano spraying, spraying, and spraying again and again, higher and higher.
The ache seemed to last for centuries before her lips returned to my mouth and her breasts pressed back against mine. We kissed again, this is sex, I thought to myself, and all my bones seemed to go limp. But within a minute, the lower part was restlessly and gradually stiffening up again, as if I had just lost no semblance of male energy and could do it all over again.
It seemed like we did it over and over again all night long, each time ecstatic, each time perfect, each time incredible, and after each time I could always come right back at it, alive and well. If this were a dream, it would be the most incredible wet dream I’ve ever had; I’d rather dream like this for the rest of my life.
The next morning, I woke up in a room full of sunlight. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept properly, as if the fatigue of the whole week had been tempered last night. Last night I had a strange dream …. This strange dream, huh, it’s funny to think about. I pulled the quilt, want to stay in bed for a bit …. Strange, what was that on my hand? Who was in my quilt? I snapped my eyes open and her long hair was just a few centimeters away from my eyes.
“You’re awake?”
“I’m awake!” I replied. Am I awake? Was it still a dream? “You …. Who are you? Oh no no no, what are you? We really …. last night Really ….”
She pulled my hands to her small, soft breasts. “Really …. Really what?” She giggled, “Did we really have sex last night? Of course we did! And did it all night long! For an inexperienced person, you did very well. And who am I? You remember, we were in a hurry to have fun last night before you even named me. If you ask what I am ….” She suddenly spoke a little sadly, “Long, long ago, I was a named, healthy, normal girl too!”
“It’s been a long time …. How long is it?”
“It’s been a couple hundred years, right? I can’t quite remember. Time is meaningless to those without bodies. When I was a girl, I envied the legends of elves, witches, and whatnot who flew freely through the air, but once I became a disembodied soul, I instead missed having a body to live in a tangible way. Thank you for helping me create this body.”
I was silent for a while, “Are there any other girls like you? I mean, like you …. Um…female ghosts …. that take on human form?”
“Maybe! All people become souls when they die, and they should all have an angel to lead her to heaven …. I don’t know why my angel didn’t come, causing me to drift alone in the human world, and every time I see other angels leading souls to report to heaven, I feel so envious.” She sadly said, “I wandered for several years, practiced in many places, and gradually increased my magic power, and several years ago I discovered that I could turn into my real form by means of the hope of human beings; and a year ago I met you …. It seems I have to thank the angel who missed his appointment.”
“Sounds like you had a good lonely time.”
“It’s okay!” She said cheerfully, “I have God to thank for being with you.”
I didn’t know how to express the sadness in my heart, she had been a “person” for hundreds of years, alone, and I knew what it was like to be alone, very painful and empty. I reached out my hand and embraced her, hoping to remove her feeling of loneliness.
Well, I didn’t know what was going on, and after a while, I realized that the area that was embracing tightly happened to be her delicate breasts. Her hands were running back and forth over my forearms. I looked at her, and now she was real, not at all a banshee or a ghost; in the morning sunlight (don’t ask me why ghosts don’t disappear when they’re exposed to sunlight, I had my first encounter with a ghost last night, too), her skin was a warm, dark brown color, with the exception of her lips and her large nipple rings. She tossed her hair ethereally and turned around, one hand slipping restlessly up my bare chest.
Looking at this hottie on one side and feeling her fingers on my skin on the other, I quickly became aroused again. Without a word, she ambled over to me and sat down slowly against my hard-on. At first she was slow and soft, so soft I wanted to go crazy; then she sensed my need as well, and her movements gradually sped up, wildly, her pointed nails desperately drawing circles on my chest. Unable to stand it any longer, I picked her up, turned her in a position to bury my manhood deep inside her. Once more, I sowed white seed into her vessel, and we both cried out softly in ecstasy as we went to heaven together.
I went downstairs to get breakfast and was just getting full when I realized from her eyes that she wanted it again. I plucked her hand off my neck, “No, I have an appointment with my classmates to work on my SA homework later.” I looked at her, this woman was beautiful, would it be a problem to leave her in the dorm room?
A thought suddenly flashed through my mind, “You said you know spells, so how strong are your spells?” SA The homework is so much and hard to do, if …. Alas, this kind of thought of mine is really bad.
“Mana? Oh! I’m actually very weak in mana ….” She said, “After I finished practicing a few years ago, I slowly felt my way around and realized that if I could accumulate a certain amount of energy, it would be very easy to cast spells. Originally, I used to cast spells to make fun of some nervous guys, but then I ran into you and thought I could make better use of my mana; so for the past year, I hardly cast any spells until yesterday, when I made myself look like this, and my mana was almost depleted …. I guess I’ll probably have to live like this until I die of old age.”
I didn’t say anything. It sounded like she had made a great sacrifice, but was it worth it when it was me? I stared at her again, ashamed of her nobility and the thoughts that had just crossed my mind. Finally I spoke up to break the silence, “Do you have a name?”
She said cheerfully, “You could have gotten me a new one, couldn’t you? I’m as good as a newborn now.”
“But …. What was your name when you were originally born?”
“Penshida ….”
“That’s a nice name! Do you mind if I call you Starr?”
“Good thing too!” She laughed, “I’m so glad I picked you. Do you know why?”
I smiled, “Oh? Why?”
“Because, you’re a man of true poise.”
“Thanks!” I smiled, my eyes involuntarily slipping back to her wonderful torso. “I should get going, I’ll be writing programs all day and won’t be back until the evening …. What about you? What are you going to do?”
“I don’t know, it’s better this way, I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.”
“Hey, I don’t want you to stay in my dorm room all day and be my love slave, find something to do with yourself!”
“Okay!” Starr thought for a moment, “Maybe I’ll take a stroll downtown.”
“It’s good to go shopping ….” I suddenly thought of a serious problem: “What about clothes? I don’t have any girl’s clothes yay!”
“Don’t worry. Did you forget? I’m the same size as you, I should be able to wear all your clothes. Of course, I’ll have to borrow a suit from you first, just for a few days …. I don’t think you mind!”
“But what about the money? What about money? I’m just a poor student. Besides, you don’t have an ID card or passport! With the recent crackdown on illegal foreign workers, you could be arrested as soon as you leave the house!”
“Don’t worry.” She smiled, “As long as I write a few letters later, everything will be OK! Come on, let’s go pick out some clothes first.”
I pulled open my closet and luckily had several pairs of jeans. I grabbed one of the dark blue ones and tossed it to her, then frowned and said, “I don’t have any women’s underwear!”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s just for now!”
“So, do you like to wear t-shirts or shirts?” I asked as I rummaged through my closet, thinking to myself that I wondered what my jeans would look like on her.
“The white, round-necked one with three buttons is ready!” She shouted. I was suddenly shocked to realize that she had really been following me around for a year and even knew exactly what clothes I had.
I handed her the shirt and watched as she slowly pulled the shirt off from over her head and I spoke again, “Starr, are you sure you want to wear this?”
“Yeah! What’s wrong?” She asked as she adjusted her collar.
“I think …. It doesn’t quite fit!”
“Will? I think it’s great!”
“But you have dark skin, and wearing this, it’s especially noticeable here.” I compared my breasts, “Don’t believe me, see for yourself.”
She took a half-hearted look in the small mirror behind the door and smiled, “You don’t like the effect?”
“Of course I like it!” I said.
“It’s okay! You haven’t seen what kind of clothes I wore when I was alive! Hurry up, you said yourself you had to go write the program, don’t keep people waiting.”
Before I left I left a set of keys and a thousand dollars or so I had on me for Starr. After a long day of struggling in the department hall, by the time I had to go back to my dorm room, I kind of wished she’d left. Sure, Sida was charming, but she wasn’t human after all!
I walked up to the door of my dorm room and heard soft baroque music streaming from my speakers. Opening the door, I was greeted by Starr’s smiling face, “How’s the program coming along?”
“Okay.” I said. In fact, I’d barely made any progress today, and I’d been thinking about her while writing the program.
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I went to bed Sunday night feeling a bit depressed. Weekends didthat to me, with the knowledge that others went out and had fun while Idid nothing, and it had been the kind of warm spring weekend that peoplesay is ripe for romance. I was lying on my side wondering if I wouldever find a girl, one arm under my pillow and the other arm hugging thecovers against my ear when I was in my bed. the other arm hugging thecovers against my ear when I heard a quiet voice.
“Hello?” it said, sounding tentative. It was a softly femininevoice, but there was nobody in the room who could have spoken. After abrief startle, I ignored the voice and assumed that I “d imagined it.
“Hello,” it said again, more firmly, just as my thoughts had begun todrift.
“What are you doing in my room?” I answered, sitting upin the darkness as I groped for the bedside lamp. The light flashed on,partially blinding me, but I could see well enough. The light flashed on, partially blinding me, but I could see well enough.
“Don “t get upset,” the voice said, pleading. “I don “t really have aname, I guess you can pick one. I “m in your room because I like you, and I “ve decided that it “s time for me to introduce myself. I hope you don’t mind.”
I sat in my bed with my back against the wall, staring around myempty room and seeing no sign of anyone. The voice seemed to come fromnowhere in particular. The voice seemed to come fromnowhere in particular. “Where are you hiding? Come on out where I cansee you. What do you mean, you like me.”
I “ve been following you for a year now, and I like you.As to why you can “t see me, I don “t have a body yet.” As to why you can “t see me, I don “t have a body yet.”
I slumped in my bed and pulled the covers back up to my chin. “Thenthis must be a dream,” I said. “What do you mean, you don “t have abody. “Then this must be a dream,” I said. “What do you mean, you don “t have abody.
“I guess I “m a spirit, or something like that.”
“What do you mean, you guess. Besides, I don’t believe in spirits.”
“It really doesn’t “t matter what you believe,” the voice said, with achuckle. “I “m me “I “m me, I “m real, I like you, and I “d like to be yourfriend.”
“It “s a hell of a way to begin a friendship,” I said, sitting upangrily in bed. “Following me around for, what was it you said, for a year? “Following me around for, what was it you said, for a year where have you followed me anyway?”
“Everywhere, most of the time, I’d like to sleep with you.”
“What?”
“What I said, I want to sleep with you. What kind of body would you like me to have?”
“I “ve never slept with a girl before,” I said, feeling very unsure ofmyself.
“I know,” she said, sounding sympathetic. “I “d like to make lovewith you. What kind of body do you want me to have? “What kind of body do you want me to have?”
“Are you saying you can materialize, that you can look like anyone Iwant?”
“Yes.”
“That sounds obscene!”
“Why?”
“It does, that “s all.”
“There must be a reason.”
I sighed and slumped down in my bed. “I don “t know. This is tooweird! Maybe it “s just that dreams, fantasies, things like that, maybethey aren “t supposed to come true. Maybe it “s just that dreams, fantasies, things like that, maybethey aren “t supposed to come true. Shouldn “t I have to earn my friends and accept the bodies nature gave them?”
“Usually,” she said, sounding serious. “But you did earn me, andsince I don “t have a body right now, you have a choice about how you “d like me to look. “you have a choice about how you “d like me to look.”
“What do you mean, I earned you?”
“I “ve followed many men over the years, and you “re the first one who “s interested me in a long time. “interested me in a long time.
“Why me?”
“Do people need reasons?”
“No, I guess not.”
“OK, so how do you want me to look?”
I hesitated, and then decided to play along. “How about tall and slim, about my size.”
“Easy enough,” she said. “Pick a skin color.”
“I don “t know,” I said, and then chuckled. “Suntans look nice, but Ithink tanning “s a stupid activity. How about naturally dark skin, likepeople from India or something.”
“Hair color?”
“Black, I suppose. Anything else would look out of place. Make itstraight and long, and I guess your features should look Indian too, youknow I guess your features should look Indian too, youknow , oriental.”
“But most tall slim Indians have western looking features.”
“They do? OK, if you say so.”
“What about my figure.”
“How about medium to small breasts, with big nipples.”
She chuckled again. “This is fun, I guessed that one from the kindsof girls you like to watch. How about build, skinny, lightly padded ormuscular? How about build, skinny, lightly padded?
“Slim but muscular,” I said. “Be functional, not decorative.”
“Body hair?”
“I don “t believe this,” I said, flustered by the thought of orderinga human body the way you “d order a meal in a restaurant. “order a meal in a restaurant.
She chuckled. “I “m sorry, I gess this is a bit weird, but do you want my body to have hair, pubic hair and armpit hair? “
“What choice have I got? I mean, it “s stupid for women to shavetheir bodies, but I guess I like the idea of a hairless body. “
“OK, I can make me hairless,” she said, and then paused. “That aboutcovers everything, ready for me to materialize?”
“No!” I said, suddenly aware that I was naked. “Let me put somethingon.”
“I can “t materialize clothing, only a body, so I “ll benude. Anyway, I “ve followed you around for a year; I “m used to what you look like when you “re nude, and I like it.”
I sighed. “OK.”
It was that simple. One moment, I was alone in myroom, and the next moment, there she was, standing in front of me as Isat in bed. beautiful in the light of my bedside lamp, slim,dark-skinned, with even darker areolas that almost covered her smallbreasts, and long black hair down to her waist. I was a little bit worried.
She took a step towards me and held out her hand. I took it, and itwas warm and solid, as real as my own. She smiled at me as I looked ather, and then she pulled my hand to her breast. She smiled at me as I looked ather, and then she pulled my hand to her breast. “Come, feel me, enjoythe body you “ve helped create.”
“I still don “t believe this,” I said, my hand trembling as I touched her breast. It was soft and warm, real flesh, and very feminine flesh.
“What can I do to convince you that I “m real?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
She sat on my bed beside me, her thigh against mine, her breasttouching my arm as she rested her arm around my shoulders. “I suppose,” she said, speaking softly, “I suppose it doesn “t really matter. “I suppose,” she said, speaking softly, “I suppose it doesn “t really matter. Why not just enjoy a fun night of fantasy and let the question of whether I “mreal wait for the light of day?”
“OK, but I “ve got to go to work tomorrow, you know.”
“Don “t worry, I promise, you “ll wake up rested and ready for action in the morning.”
“Then convince me,” I said, getting out of bed and turning to lookat her. “Convince me that you “re “Convince me that you “re magic.”
“OK,” she said, grinning, and then disappeared. She was gone, but inseconds, I felt a soft touch. Lips touched mine, hands slid over myback, and warm breasts pressed themselves against me.
As I sat back on the bed, I gave in to the fantasy and beganreturning the kisses. There was nothing to see by the light of mybedroom lamp, yet I felt a woman on top of me as I lay down in bed. Her lips kissed my neck, her fingers touched my chest, and I stroked herinvisible back.
My penis rose between my legs with an intensity and speed unlikeanything I can remember, and then it was engulfed in soft moist slidingwarmth. My hands rested on nothing toeach side of my erect penis, but I could feel it. I could feel her bodybetween my hands and I could feel her body surrounding my penis. I could feel her bodybetween my hands and I could feel her body surrounding my penis.
My curiosity was overwhelmed by the sensation. The pressure in mypenis mounted to limits I “d never experienced in my solitary pleasures, and then I felt an orgasm like nothing I “d ever expected. The pressure in mypenis mounted to limits I “d never experienced in my solitary pleasures, and then I felt an orgasm like nothing I “d ever expected. It roared through me, it mounted higher, and roared again, sending waves of pureundiluted pleasure through my body as my penis slid in and out of theinvisible soft velvet of her body.
It lasted a long time, and then I felt her lips on my mouth and herbreasts on my chest. We kissed, I slid my hands over her invisiblebody, and I wondered what was happening to me. In no time, I felt my erection returning, and the rise to another orgasm swept my thoughtsaside.
It seemed like the entire night went on like that, one impossibledreamlike orgasm after another, each perfect, each satisfying, and eachleaving me rested and ready for more. If it was a dream, it was the most incredibly sexy dream I “ve ever had, and if it was real, there wasn “t no way I could reconcile it with anything I knew about reality. reconcile it with anything I knew about reality.
Monday morning, I woke up aware of her body pressed warmly againstmine. Her fanny was against my hips, her back against my chest and myfingers were on her hard nipple. I could smell her, and when I opened my eyes, I could see the back of her head only inches from my face.
“Are you awake?” she asked, in a very quiet voice.
“Yes,” I answered. “Who, what are you? Did we really … ?” Ibroke off flustered.
She chuckled and held my hand to her small, soft breast. “Did wereally what? We really did make love last night, almost all night, ifthat “s what you want to know. “We really did make love last night, almost all night, if that “s what you want to know.” For a beginner, you “re pretty good, it was fun. As to who I am, I don “t have a name yet, but you “re welcometo name me. What am I? I “m not sure what I am now, but I was born agirl, a very normal girl, a long long time ago. “
“How long ago?”
“Hundreds of years, and it “s been a century or so since I last tookhuman form.” Her voice sounded sad. “When I “m in human form, I get sodisgusted with people, but when I “m a spirit, I miss having a body somuch. “
“Are there others like you? There “s a word, a succubus, is that whatyou are?”
“I “ve played that role at times, and I “ll admit that itcan be fun, but it “s not something to dedicate a life to. I don “t knowif there are others like me. I guess it “s possible, but I “ve neverfound any evidence of any except in folktales. I guess it “s possible, but I “ve never found any evidence of any except in folktales.”
“It sounds like you’ve had some lonely times.”
“I have,” she said, and then took a long breath. “You know, in allthose years, I “ve never talked about it with anyone else. “You know, in allthose years, I “ve never talked about it with anyone else.”
I didn “t know how to respond to her, but I liked the feeling of herbody against mine and I liked the way she held my hand to her breast. She stroked my forearm with her hand, and then sat up beside me and lookeded down at me. Her skin was a warm brown in the early morninglight, except for her dark brown lips and the dark circles of her largeareolas. Her skin was a warm brown in the early morninglight, except for her dark brown lips and the dark circles of her largeareolas. She gracefully shook her long hair, smiled, and slid a handdown my chest.
It was exciting looking at her and feeling her fingers on my skin, and when she noticed my excitement, she wordlessly straddled my hipswith her thighs and slid herself down to engulf me. She was gentle atfirst, sitting on my hips and moving ever so slightly while she smileddown at me and fingered my chest, but as my excitement mounted, shebegan to rock harder, and she was so happy to be here. Ipulled her to me as we neared a shared climax, and the exquisite touchof her nipples on the ground was a great help. exquisite touchof her nipples on mine sent me over the edge as we kissed.
After breakfast, I think she wanted to make love again, but I stopped her. I pushed her away as she tried to hug me and lead me back to bed, and then I confronted her, standing facing her in the bedroom doorway. I pushed her away as she tried to hug me and lead me back to bed, and then I confronted her, standing facing her in the bedroom doorway.
“Look,” I said. “Whoever you are, I “ve got to get to work. I “ll belate as it is.” Her beautiful brown body was very tempting as she stoodnaked before me. Her beautiful brown body was very tempting as she stoodnaked before me. “You said you started as a normal girl, then became aspirit or something, and now you “re very much a girl, but what the hell? “You said you started as a normal girl, then became aspirit or something, and now you “re very much a girl, but what the hellare you?
“Magic.”
“Right,” I said. “The trouble is, that tells me nothing.”
“I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me tomarry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been inprison the way I lived. “I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me tomarry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been inprison the way I lived.” “I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me tomarry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been inprison the way I lived.” “I was trapped. “I did, I found an old book, a wizzard’s book, I think, and the result was what I am now.”
“What else can your, uh, your magic do?”
“Not much, not now. I “ve discovered that the less use I make of mymagic, the better it is. In the first few years after I earned myfreedom, I fooled around with it all the time, and it got boring. I “vealso learned how to use my magic powers to temporarily nullifythemselves, and late last night, after I materialized, I did it. Now, I “m all but powerless until this body dies.”
It sounded like she “d made a hugesacrifice, and it sounded like she “d made it so she could live with me. I looked at her for a while, trying to understand her, and I felt a bitlame when I finally broke the silence. “Do you have a name? “Do you have a name?”
“Each time I “ve taken a material form for any length of time, I “vetaken a new name. You chose my form, you may as well name me too.”
“But what name were you born with?”
“Beryl.”
“It’s a pretty enough name, do you mind if I call you that?”
“OK.” She smiled. “I “m glad I chose you, you know?”
“Why?”
“Because you “re a gentleman.”
“Thanks,” I said, looking at her beautiful body as she stood in frontof me. “Look, what are we going to do. What am I going to do withyou?”
“I don’t know.”
“That “s crazy. I “ve got to go to work today, what will you do?”
“Whatever you want me to do.”
“I’m sure as hell not having you hangaround my apartment all the time as some kind of love slave.” “
“Mabe I “ll go out and look around the town.”
“What “ll you wear?”
“I don’t see much point in wearing clothes around the house. “I’m not used to wearing men’s clothes, but these days, I guess I could. Do you mind if I borrow someof your clothes?”
“What about money and identification?” Nowdays, you can “t very well run around town without money. Nowdays, you can “t very wellrun around town without money. Don “t get me wrong, you “re very pretty, and so far, you “ve been lots of fun, but you “re a legal non-person, and that poses But you “re a legal non-person, and that poses problems.”
“Don “t worry,” she said. “I have a few letters to write and that “llbe all taken care of. Let’s get dressed.”
I backed into my bedroom and pulled out a pair of jeans for her, thenhesitated. “I don “t have any girls underwear. “
“That “s OK. Last time I had a body, they hadn “t invented modernunderwear yet. “don’t see much point to wearing itanyway.” She stepped into my jeans and pulled them up.
“What about a shirt,” I asked, admiring the way my jeans looked onher.
“With my dark skin?” she asked, and then paused. “Here, I “ll showyou,” she said, stepping into my closet and pulling out a whiteshort-sleeved shirt. “Here, I “ll showyou,” she said, stepping into my closet and pulling out a whiteshort-sleeved shirt. It was a knit shirt, pullover style, with threebuttons at the neckline. “How about this?”
“OK,” I said, and then it struck me how odd it was that she knew whatclothing I had in the closet. She really had been watching me for along time.
As she pulled the shirt on over her head, I began to have secondthoughts. “Beryl, are you sure you want to wear that?”
“Why?” she asked, adjusting the collar.
“Well, it “s not very modest.”
“What do you mean?”
“With your dark skin, your nipples show, look at yourself.”
She looked at herself in my bedroom mirror, and then turned to me and grinned. “Don “t you like the effect?”
“Well,” I said, looking at her. Her dark areolas were visible through the thin fabric, and the lumps of her nipples stood out clearly. “I won “t say I don “t like looking at you.”
“You should have seen the dresses I wore two centuries agoduring the Greek revival craze. Come on, as you said, you “re in a hurryto get to work.”
Before I left for work Monday morning, I left the spare key to theapartment with Beryl along with forty dollars. I half expected her todisappear with both before I got home from work, but as I walked up thesteps to my apartment, I heard music coming from my sterio. I half expected her todisappear with both before I got home from work, but as I walked up thesteps to my apartment, I heard music coming from my sterio.
“How was work?” Beryl called as I opened the door.
“OK,” I said, closing the door behind me. I “d spent too much time thinking about Beryl.
“Sit down,” Beryl said as she came out of the bedroom. “When was the last time you went out to dinner? “When was the last time you went out to dinner?”
“It “s been a long time,” I said, looking at her. She wasn “t wearingthe clothes she “d been wearing when I left her in the morning; instead,she wore a short white skirt, perhaps fingertip length, with a silvercamisole top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore arow of four rings in each ear.
“Like it?”
“I “m not sure,” I said, staring. “You “re awfully sexy lookingdressed like that. ” The colors set off her brown skin nicely, and thefabric of the camisole draped gently over her small breasts, hinting attheir shape instead of frankly revealing them the way my knit shirt had. of frankly revealing them the way my knit shirt had. “Did I give you enough money to buy all that?”
“I spent a few of the dollars you gave me on fabric, then spent a bitof time sewing. The earrings only cost four bucks a pair at that Indianimport outlet in the mall. The earrings only cost four bucks a pair at that Indianimport outlet in the mall.”
“But ear piercing, they don’t do that for four bucks a pair.”
“I did that myself with a sewing needle.”
I must have blanched a bit at that, because she walked up to me and gave me a gentle hug. “Don “t worry, I “ve got enough magic left that it wasn “t any problem. “Don “t worry, I “ve got enough magic left that it wasn “t any problem.”
“Sounds like you went to quite a bit of effort,” I said, trying to collect my feelings. “Where “d you get a sewing machine. “where “d you get a sewing machine.”
“I did it by hand,” she said, looking down at herself as she steppedback to pose for me. “I’ve never used a sewing machine, and I grew upsewing my own clothes. used a sewing machine, and I grew upsewing my own clothes. Anyway, these modern styles are pretty easy.”
“Come on, let “s go out to dinner. I know you haven “t been out socially in the year I “ve been following you, and you need it. I “ve been following you, and you need it.”
“OK,” I said. “Where?”
She had a place in mind, and I didn “t seem to have much choice. Idrove there, and it turned out to be a bar, not a dive, but a place withfood that looked decent and a dance floor. There was evidence that aband would be playing later, but as we walked to a table, the only musicwas canned, and that wasn’t too loud to prevent conversation. “not too loud to prevent conversation.
We sat at a small table, and after we “d ordered, Beryl leaned forwardon her elbows to look at me. I enjoyed the way her camisole hung,almost but not quite exposing her nipples as she faced me. I enjoyed the way her camisole hung, almost but not quite exposing her nipples as she faced me. “I guesswe “ve got some talking to do,” she said.
“You “re not kidding. Where do you want to start.”
I “ve never done it like thisbefore. I always either completely hid my true nature or played it upall the way, you know, appearing from a burning bush and making like I “m some kind of angel.” I always either completely hid my true nature or played it upall the way, you know, appearing from a burning bush and making like I “m some kind of angel.”
“I’m glad you want to be honest, but is that the problem?”
“Not really.”
“What is?”
“In a way, I guess it “s modern times.”
“What “s the problem?”
I guess you can see that I like the idea of being able to express my sexuality, and I like the idea that a girl who likes a guy can just move in with him, but, well, there are some things you can “t take for granted these days. I guess you can see that I like the idea of being able toexpress my sexuality, and I like the idea that a girl who likes a guy can just move in with him, but, well, there are some things you can “t take for granted these days.”
“Like?”
“In the old days, a girl could expect men to support her without much trouble. She’d keep house and keep the bed warm, and her man would earnthe money and deal with the world.
“To get a job, you need a social securitynumber, and to get a number, you need proof of legal residence andemployability in the United States.” To get a job, you need a social securitynumber, and to get a number, you need proof of legal residence andemployability in the United States.”
She grinned at me. “I know, I haven “t been asleep all these years. The first thing I did this morning was buy a postal money order andwrite for a copy of my birth certificate.”
“What?
She shushed me, then continued in a low voice. “I was born inWyoming 22 years ago and I “m half American Indian. “I was born inWyoming 22 years ago and I “m half American Indian.
“What about school records, things like that.”
“I “m self-educated, and damn proud of it!”
“Do you have relatives?” I asked as I realized what she was implying. “And what about friends? They could really mess things up.”
“They “re all dead. Don “t worry about it.”
The waitress delivered our food, and soon after that, the bandstarted to play, drowning out any effort at continued conversation. It certainlydidn “t sound legal, but at the same time, I couldn “t imagine any legalway for a spirit, if that “s what she “d done. Ilooked at Beryl while I ate, unsure about what she “d done. It certainlydidn “t sound legal, but at the same time, I couldn “t imagine any legalway for a spirit, if that “s what she was, to get a legal identity intoday “s world. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, and in a way I was glad that the music was loud enough to preventme from asking. I wasn’t sure I wanted toknow, and in a way I was glad that the music was loud enough to preventme from asking.
The food was quite good, and the music was good enough that eventhough I “m no dancer, I was tapping my feet and gently nodding my headto the beat of some of the pieces. My knees touched Beryl “s under thelittle table, and after she finished her small meal, she slid her handdown under the table and rested it on my knee, smiling as she did. My knees touched Beryl “s under thelittle table, and after she finished her small meal, she slid her handdown under the table and rested it on my knee, smiling as she touchedme.
“Want to dance?” she asked during the first lull in the music afterwe finished eating.
I hesitated. “I “m no good.”
“I haven’t danced in years, come on.”
She may not have danced for acentury, but she did know how to dance, and better than that, she was agood teacher. After a short while, I forgot my awkwardness and beganenjoying myself. Beryl was fun to watch as she gyrated in front of me, and I could tell that she wanted me to watch her.
As the music slowed, I wanted to hold her, and judging by the way shedanced in my arms, she wanted to be held. Her fingers gently traced thecurve of my back, and she felt warm and soft as she moved against mewith the beat of the music. Her fingers gently traced thecurve of my back, and she felt warm and soft as she moved against mewith the beat of the music.
As the piece ended, she whispered in my ear. “Let “s go home.”
“OK.” I said, and followed her to the door. Following her was fun.Her short skirt seemed awfully short when seen from the rear, barelydecent but very fun to watch. Her short skirt seemed awfully short when seen from the rear, barelydecent but very fun to watch. It was almost disappointing as we leftthe lights of the bar and went out into the dark parking lot.
“That was nice,” Beryl said as we walked into my apartment. She tookme by the waist and kissed me, holding the kiss for a long time,stroking my back with one hand while she held her other hand on mychest. She tookme by the waist and kissedme, holding the kiss for a long time,stroking my back with one hand while she held her other hand on mychest. I felt a bit awkward, unsure what I should do with my hands, until I realized that it must be reasonable for me to do with my handswhat she was doing with hers.
“That was nice,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I like the way youtouch me.”
An uncomfortable thought struck me as I looked at her. “Do we have to worry about, well, birth control? I mean …”
She smiled. “No, but if you want children someday, we can have them.Would you like to dance some more?”
“OK,” I said. “What kind of music?”
“Something long?”
I put on a tape, and then she held my hand and we began to danceagain. She was a sensuous beauty, and it wasn’t long before I wassexually aroused by the way she touched me and moved with me. She was a sensuous beauty, and it wasn “t long before I was sexually aroused by the way she touched me and moved with me.
“Don “t get impatient,” she whispered as I fondled her breast throughthe thin satin of her camisole. She pushed away my hand, and for a fewminutes, we danced, facing each other but not touching.
Beryl danced gracefully, back to me, and I wanted to hug her to me, but she shrugged off my arms and began to undo my shirt. Her touch wasgentle as she pulled my shirt off, but she never stopped dancing, andwhen my shirt was off, she flowed into my arms once again. Her touch wasgentle as she pulled my shirt off, but she never stopped dancing, andwhen my shirt was off, she flowed into my arms once again.
“You can undress me, if you want,” she whispered as I slid my handsover her body.
I felt clumsy taking off her camisole, but she smiled as I set itaside, and then she stepped back from me and danced, letting me watchthe gentle swing of her long black hair and the bounce of her smallbreasts as she moved. I felt clumsy taking off her camisole but she smiled as I set itaside, and then she stepped back from me and danced, letting me watchthe gentle swing of her long black hair and the bounce of her smallbreasts as she moved.
“You “re beautiful,” I whispered as she came back into my arms. Herbreasts pressed softly agains my chest as we danced, and I could feelthe four earrings in her ear against my cheek. Herbreasts pressed softly agains my chest as we danced, and I could feelthe four earrings in her ear against my cheek.
She didn “t answer, but slid her hand down my back and slid a fingerunder the waistband of my pants.
“Keep dancing, don “t say anything more,” she whispered, kneeling infront of me, still swaying with the music as she kissed my belly andundid my belt. She gently pulled off my pants, and as she freed myerect penis, she gently kissed it before standing to hug me and kiss meon the lips. “me on the lips.
My penis pressed agains her as we danced, and she smiled down at itand petted it before stepping back and pulling my hand to the buttonsthat held her skirt. I knelt to undo the four buttons, and then kissedher belly as I set the skirt aside. knelt to undo the four buttons, and then kissedher belly as I set the skirt aside. Unbuttoned, the skirt was littlemore than a band of fabric a yard long and a bit over a foot wide, ands Unbuttoned, the skirt was littlemore than a band of fabric a yard long and a bit over a foot wide, andshe wore nothing under it.
She pulled away from me when I tried to hold her, but she keptdancing, letting me watch the erotic motion of her body for a fewminutes before she finally Our dancinghad degenerated to just swaying together, and as I kissed my way awayfrom her mouth, she hugged me by the back of the neck and directed myattention downward, first to her soft and gentle hands. Our dancinghad degenerated to just swaying together, and as I kissed my way awayfrom her mouth, she hugged me by the back of the neck and directed myattention downward, first to her soft breasts and hard nipples, andthen lower.
I knelt to kiss her belly, and then hesitated about kissing anylower. She knelt to face me, her knees to my knees and her hands on mybuttocks, kissing me again as we swayed to the music. My penis pressedeagerly into the space between her legs, and after a minute, she pushedme gently back into a sitting position on the rug and then straddled my shoulder. My penis pressedeagerly into the space between her legs, and after a minute, she pushedme gently back into a sitting position on the rug and then straddled mylap and worked herself down over me. As I entered her, she kissed me, hard, and then leaned back, holding me with her hands behind my neck andsmiling at me as we rocked to the rhythm of the music.
She looked down at where our bodies joined, and I looked down, following her gaze and feeling a bit awed. I slid my hands from herfanny up her sides, and her smile turned to bliss as I began to gentlytouch her breasts. I slid my hands from herfanny up her sides, and her smile turned to bliss as I began to gentlytouch her breasts.
I lost track of time as we rocked to the music. My attention wasfocused on the moist warmth of her body surrounding my erect penis, andthen an intense look came over her face as she pulled me to her andbegan kissing. My attention wasfocused on the moist warmth of her body surrounding my erect penis, andthen an intense look came over her face as she pulled me to her andbegan kissing. She gasped, and then I was gasping myself, feeling the pumping within me as I rocked myhips in a desparate effort to thrust myself even more deeply into her. Deep into her.
We held each other for a while after that, still rocking gently tothe beat of the music, but relaxed and happy in the warm afterglow ofwhat we “d done. we “d done.
“You “re fun,” I eventually whispered.
She smiled shyly. “You too. Let “s get into bed and I “ll teach yousome more ways to do it.”