Touch of Life:
His Story

From the day they met in Mr. Parker's physics class at their university, Michelle and John were inseparable. They knew without any doubt that their love would last. They promised each other to keep their love strong and to be together always. They shared everything...except sex. Both of them decided to wait till the right time to share this most intimate part of a loving relationship. Four years later, as they were both getting ready to graduate, they decided that the right time would be now.

Homecoming night, 7:37 PM. He was going to make it on time. He promised Michelle that he would. After all, they don't call him "Sure Fire" for nothing. John sat back in the stretch limousine he rented for this special evening. He had the corsage ready. He had his tuxedo pressed. He and Michelle had been waiting for this night, homecoming night, her birthday night, their night....

The limousine stopped at the lighted intersection of Ivy and De Leon. John closed his eyes and imagined Michelle in her silvery gown, dancing with her beneath the disco ball. The light turned green. As the car moved down Ivy, another came racing toward it from De Leon. The speeding car crashed into the broadside of the limousine.

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8:12 PM. Doctors rushed John through the hospital on a gurney, covered in bloody bandages and hooked up to IVs. In his battered body, his mind fought to stay alive. 'I promised Michelle I would be there tonight. So help me God, I will be there.' Orderlies rolled him into an operating room and transferred to the bed. Doctors worked to try to keep him stable.

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9:52 PM. John was stable, but still in a desperate fight. He held the picture of Michelle in his mind. He loved her so much. He wanted so much to be wit her tonight. His mind still fought to get out of bed, but his body would not listen. Trapped within his own body, John's mind called out to Michelle. 'I'll be there tonight. I made a promise to you. I'm going to keep it....' BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. He heard the machines signaling his flat line. He was standing outside his body, looking on as the doctors tried in vain to save him. After a while, they knew as well as he did that it was a lost cause. He heard the time of death: 10:00 PM.

John was a ghost. He walked the halls of the hospital aimlessly. He was dead. It took him a while to fully understand what had happened. "If I'm dead, where's Heaven?" he said to himself. "Where are the angels? St. Peter and the Pearly Gates?" He looked down at his phantom form. He was not wearing any clothes. "I guess dead people don't need clothes." After what seemed like an eternity, he found himself standing in front of a window, looking out into the night sky. "Michelle...I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise." He closed his eyes and pictured her in his mind. He focused on her beautiful face and longed to hold her in his arms again.

Suddenly, the sounds of the hospital faded away to silence. John opened his eyes and found he was no longer in the hospital. He was standing inside Michelle's bedroom. He looked around and saw Michelle lying in bed. He stood on one side of the bed, facing a full length mirror. Amazingly enough, he was able to see himself in the mirror.

John walked toward the bed and looked down at Michelle lying beneath the covers. He reached down and laid his hands on the thin sheets. He felt the soft texture of the fabric, the warmth of Michelle's leg beneath it. "I can touch her," he whispered. He heard his voice echo off the mirror on the other side of the bed. "I can hear myself. Wow." He looked down at Michelle again and remembered the promises they made to each other. "Maybe.... Thank you, God."

John took hold of the blanket and pulled it off Michelle's body. The sheets pooled on the floor at the foot of the bed. He looked at Michelle lying on the bed. She was wearing a sexy black sleep shirt and matching panties. He felt a surge of lust flow through him. His cock grew rock hard, stretching out seven inches long. His mind lost all reason, forgetting that he was ghost, and remembering only his love and lust for Michelle. He stared longingly at her panty clad crotch. He crawled onto the bed between Michelle's legs and planted kisses on her thighs. She squirmed beneath him, moaning softly.

John moved up her body, his head hovering above Michelle's panties. He leaned down and pressed his tongue on the smooth, black fabric. Her body arched up, responding to his licking, grinding her hips into his face. John slipped his fingers through her panty straps and slowly peeled them off her creamy thighs, slipping them off her feet and tossing them aside. He crawled back onto the bed and gazed down at her beautiful pussy. He slid his hands under her ass and pulled her hips up to his mouth. Wrapping his lips around her pussy, he snakes his tongue out to caress her clit and slide into her vagina. He tasted her juices flowing. He didn't hear her awaken. He felt her fingers running through his head saying, "John.... Oh John, I knew you'd...."

Realizing Michelle was awake made John eat her out more passionately. His tongue dove deep into her hole, licking the roof of her pussy. He tastes her sweet juices running into his mouth, covering his tongue. He felt her hips move, grinding her pussy against his face. Passion consumed him. He wanted only to pleasure the woman he loved. "John?" he heard her whisper. Her fingers combed harder through his hair, pulling him deeper into her thighs.

Too wrapped up in eating out Michelle, John barely noticed her hands pulling his up to her chest. He felt his fingers slipping beneath her sleep shirt, sliding over her soft, round breasts. Her hard nipples dug into his palms. He squeezed her sweaty globes gently, loving their smooth texture. She never showed him her breasts before, let alone let him touch them. He always imagined what they would look, and feel, like. Now was his chance.

John moved up the bed, planting kisses on Michelle's stomach. She peeled off her shirt and tossed it aside, seeming to know where he was going. John reached her chest and gazed down onto her smooth, round breasts. The hard, brown nipple pointed at him. He lowered his head onto her breasts, wrapping his lips around her soft flesh. He sucked on her, pinching her nipple with his teeth. "Oh God!" he heard her say. John let go of the breast and moved to the other one, sucking and tugging on it the same way.

John knelt between her thighs, the tip of his cock touching Michelle's pussy lips. He moved his hips closer, sliding the head just inside her lips. John looked down at Michelle. Her head turned toward the mirror. He turned to the mirror as well. In the reflection, he saw her looking at his reflection. 'She can see me in the mirror!' he thought to himself. 'I wonder if....' "Michelle..." John said. He heard his voice echoing off the mirror. His eyes met hers in the reflection. "May I?"

John watched Michelle smile at him and heard her say, "Yes.... Make love to me, John." That was all he needed to hear. He shot his hips forward, driving his cock into her pussy. He felt his cock punch through her cherry. He held himself still for a moment, feeling Michelle gently milking his prick. They were sharing the moment they had dreamed of since they met. They were giving each other their virginity. He watched her reach up and wrap her arms around his back, pulling him down onto her chest. They rocked back and forth on the bed, working up a slow steady rhythm.

John looked down at Michelle, watching her face twist with pleasure as she sighed and gasped beneath him. She reached up to his face and caressed his cheeks, her thumb gliding across his lips. She moved up and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. Their tongue played with each other within the kiss. John felt Michelle's legs wrap around his hips, pulling and squeezing him to hump harder.

John lifted up her hips and slid his knee under her ass. He reached down to the small of her back and lifted her up onto his lap. He broke the kiss and gazed at Michelle, bouncing up and down on his rock hard cock. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, her nipples scrapping his pecks. All he felt was the pleasure they were sharing. All of his senses drank in Michelle's beauty.

Suddenly, John felt Michelle's body tighten around him. She was coming. Her pleasure surged like lightning though his body, making him feel what she was feeling. He couldn't believe it. He was experiencing her orgasm as his own. Her scream filled the room, drowning out his labored sigh. He caught her body as she started falling back onto the bed, gently laying her on the bed. When her back hit the sheets, he gave her another thrust. He body tightened again, pushing her breasts into the air as she came. He felt her pleasure flow through him again. It was unbelievably amazing. He lay down on top of her and gave her a deep kiss, giving her one last hump. She came again slowly, sending a slow rush through his phantom body. She sighed into his mouth, breaking the kiss. He laid his head onto her breasts, feeling them gently rise and fall.

"Oh God.... I love you, John..." John heard Michelle breathe.

John looked into the mirror. They both appeared to shine with sweat, resting in the afterglow of their love. It was a beautiful sight. He gazed into her eyes and said, "I love you, Michelle...."