“Do you want to sit down and watch the stars?” Walter asked hopefully, pointing out into the park at one of the picnic tables.
“Worked for me,” David said with a smile. Sometimes he was really glad that no one could actually hear him.
“Out there,” Wendy said matter-of-factly, “the light will get in our eyes and wash out the stars.” She lowered herself down and patted the dry leaves next to her legs. “We can sit here,” she said in her totally nerdette tone of voice.
Soon they were sitting side by side on the dry leaves. David could see the possibilities, but he could also see that Walter was going to need a little encouragement. He drifted over and lowered himself down right over Walter’s body.
That’s when something went wrong. Rather than slowly sliding into Walter’s body, David felt himself being pulled almost violently into Wendy’s. He tried to pull away and escape, but could not. Something much stronger than himself was pulling or pushing him deeper into Wendy’s body and mind, and there was nothing he could do. He was powerless against it. Suddenly he felt the merging happening around him. Then it was over. He was inside Wendy looking out at Walter.
David was overwhelmed. He had never possessed a female before. Her mind was so… different. She saw the world differently than he did. She was thinking about a hundred different things at the same time. Would he still respect her if she let him? What if she got pregnant? Should she have brought along some condoms?.. no, that would make her look like a slut. If they did it, should she let him keep her panties as a trophy? She would if he insisted, but they were an expensive, almost new set that matched her bra and she had only worn them once before. Was he a virgin like she was? And if so, did he know what to do? She did, or at least she had watched enough porn to know what went where.
David was about to force his way out of Wendy when Walter suddenly leaned in and kissed her fully on the lips. She was surprised, but at the same time pleased. There was a flood of hormones and emotions which overwhelmed and confused David. He knew what it was like to get turned on as a man. And he knew that it was slightly different for every person. He had experienced being turned on a hundred times in different men. But never– ever– in a woman.
This was different. For a man, getting turned on created a desire to conquer… to overwhelm… to penetrate. For a woman– or at least, for Wendy– it was a longing to be held… to be protected… to open herself up and allow another to become one with her.
Things were starting to become a blur for David. There were hands sliding up and down his– her– legs and the movement of those hand created intense pleasure in the depth of his abdomen. As the hands slid up and down, he could feel his– Wendy’s– breath getting deeper and longer.
Then Wendy said those terrible words, “I don’t think we should be doing this here.”
David felt the pain and guilt of that night so long ago crushing down on him. He now wanted to leave more than ever. He frantically tried to push out of Wendy but whatever had pulled him into her was still there and it was very strong and still holding him back.
David tried even harder, and it felt like he was just about to break free. Then Wendy pressed her mouth more intensely against Walter’s lips and began to move her breasts back and forth against his chest. A totally different flood of thoughts and hormones and emotions washed over him. He could only watch helplessly as Walter reached up under Wendy’s blouse and fumbled one-handed with her brassiere latch.
David was extremely surprised that Walter didn’t notice that Wendy reached behind herself and pushed the clasp open beneath his fingers. David didn’t have time to think about what that meant because Walter’s hands immediately went back to the front and up under the bra cups. The new flood of hormones and emotions was totally overwhelming. David felt like he was drowning and struggled mightily to leave, but whatever had put him inside Wendy was holding him firmly in place.
Walter’s left hand continued to rub Wendy’s breasts while his right hand began dipping into the front of Wendy’s panties. His fingers were sliding over her rapidly engorging clit and slipping between her labia into her cunt.. The pleasure was becoming almost unbearable for David. He again tried to leave Wendy’s body, but something wanted to keep him trapped there and he was just not powerful enough to overcome whatever it was that was holding him in place.
Wendy had been using her hands to rub and slide over Walter’s chest and back under his shirt. She suddenly pushed up on his shirt, forcing his hands away from her breasts and cunt. Once his shirt was up over his head and out of the way, Wendy’s hands began pushing downward, trying to take off his pants.
Walter quickly released his belt and opened the latch and fly of his pants. Then, as Wendy was sliding his pants down his legs and pulling them over his feet, his hands were sliding her skirt and panties down her legs. Again, the flood of emotions and hormones was mind-boggling to David… as was the electric thrill which accompanied Walter’s prick first touching Wendy’s cunt.
Walter was now poised above Wendy who was lying flat on the ground, naked. His prick was lightly rubbing against Wendy’s clit and with each rub, she would arch her hips and push herself upward, trying to catch that elusive spear.
Finally, Walter shifted himself slightly downward with respect to Wendy’s body and again moved in to rub his prick against Wendy’s cunt. This time, however, his prick was properly aligned with the opening and he slid in. He pushed only halfway in and then stopped to let Wendy’s body catch up.
Wendy gasped, took in a very deep breath, and then arched up against David driving him fully inside her. In the new flood of emotions, David lost track of what was going on around him. By the time he regained his senses, Walter was thrusting deeply into Wendy at a steady pace. Wendy was pushing back against him and grunting and gasping with each thrust. After a little while, her grunts started getting higher-pitched until suddenly she screamed out and thrashed her legs while pushing her arms hard against the ground.
David was somewhat prepared for the orgasm, but he was totally unprepared for its strength and duration. When he was alive, an orgasm was a sudden thing. That was also true for all of the men he had possessed in the years since then. A man’s orgasm was there and then gone. But Wendy’s orgasm seemed to keep going on and on almost forever.
Finally the orgasm began to fade and as it did David felt like he was regaining control… of everything. He drifted up out of Wendy and stood alongside the couple as they snuggled and murmured in postcoital bliss.
A soft voice next to him said, “Do you think we looked like that on the hillside that night?”
David spun to see Nancy standing alongside him. She, like him, was naked. David had always thought that ghosts were clothed just as they were when they died. He thought that he was an unusual ghost because he had left his clothes behind long ago.