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{ASSD} "A Ghost's Story" [Empath] (MF rom magic) [5/5]


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"A Ghost's Story"
Copyright 2001...er 200*2* (dang changeover:)
by empath


Chapter 5
=========


David settled into the routine quite easily.  He was between
jobs, and wanted to take a week or two to relax before getting
his consulting business started up.

I spent days discussing the content of TV programs with him;
David had offered a laptop computer for me to use.  It wasn't
much more difficult to operate than the TV remote, and he
assured me it would be faster to communicate once I had gotten
the typing bit down.

It had several advantages - the larger array of keys had all
manner of punctuation that my earlier comments were missing.
Also there was no real limit to a comment - the text program he
ran for me would just let the words 'scroll over' to the next
line.  And best of all it meant I could say something without
pre-empting the TV program.

When Sue was back from work, the three of us would chat, watch
TV, maybe play a game - Monopoly is something I took right to,
even though I'd missed its arrival into the world.

Then David was waiting for his computers and equipment to
arrive.  We'd discussed what renovations would do to my
'essence' and one day while Sue was at work he posed the idea
that since I had taken part in constructing the house, I was
tied to it.  If someone else took my work out and put theirs in,
it would weaken my bond with the house, and thus the world I was
currently in.

"So what if YOU made the changes?  It'd still be your efforts
and wouldn't diminish you.  You keep saying what a great
carpenter, plumber, mason, et cetera, et cetera, you were; why
not put those talents to use?"

         a fine idea, david, but HOW?  i seem to
         be lacking a few things necessary for
         such work.  you know - hands?  :D

(I'd really taken to 'smilies' and 'emoticons,' since I wasn't
technically visible to my audience - much like someone sending
an email.)

David smiled.  "True; you're quite accomplished in your
'poltergeist' abilities, but hammering a nail is probably still
beyond you."

         and there you go.  thank you for the
         idea, and it might well have worked, but
         we just can't bring it to pass - c'est
         la vie. <shrug>

"Or can we?  You could always borrow someone else's hands.  Sue
told me about what you did for her the night the furnace cut
out.  Why not use me?"

         DAVID - i couldn't!  it'd be like...like
         stealing your...your life!  D8=

"No, not if I invite you.  I want these renovations done, and so
do you.  I wouldn't mind taking part in the work, but I'm all
thumbs when it comes to wood.  You have the skills, though.  And
I have the body.  Why not team up?"

I made no reply while I thought about this.  I could do it - I'd
done it before with apparently no ill effects to either Sue or
myself.  And it had allowed me beyond my usual limits - normally
I met resistance when I tried to go through the porch door; I
could leave the house, but I quickly weakened and felt bad doing
so.  Not so that night - probably because my concern for Sue
eclipsed that for my house.

"Tell you what, Brad.  I've got a computer desk waiting to be
assembled; want to give me a hand?  You don't HAVE to take the
wheel if you don't want, just lend some moral support?"

         okay you smooth talker.  you grab the
         computer here so we can talk up in your
         office.  and YES i'll try this
         'borrowing' out.

"Thanks, Brad."  David smiled as he shut the laptop and carried
it under his arm.  We went up to the bedroom I'd agreed that
David could turn into a home office - the cable and phone lines
had been installed in this room, though I hadn't known why at
the time.

David set the laptop on the floor and opened the large cardboard
box.  Managing to get the instructions out first, he placed them
next to the computer.  "Figure these out for me, willya?"

I proceeded to translate the directions into terms I could
understand; I'd never encountered an Allan key before.  Once I
had the method for building the desk in my head well enough to
explain it to David in terms he could understand, he sat back
and spread his arms wide.  "Okay then; get to it!"

I hesitated.

         you're sure about this david?  I don't
         want to hurt you, but I'm still not sure
         WHAT i'm doing!

"I trust you, Brad - you've shown me you're worthy of that.  And
if you just put the same care into 'borrowing' my body that you
did with Sue's, I should be fine.  So get over here."

I did as he asked, then grasped his hand in mine.  I squeezed
and relaxed at the same time, letting my form enter his hand.
It tingled for me, and I could see David was feeling it too.

I leaned back to the computer and tapped out with one hand:

         that;s just one hand, david - are you
         ready to feel it with your entire body

David thought for a moment, then looked at where I had to be.
"Yes.  Don't just do this for you, Brad - do it for me; I'm
gonna wonder all my life if I don't try this."  And I stepped
into David's body.

It was easier to adapt his body to than Sue's - same gender and
roughly the same size.  One leg continued to feel a little weird
throughout the 'session,' however.  And with David conscious
while I did this, it was more like he was sitting in the back
seat while I took the wheel, and not lying in the trunk, so to
speak.

And it was nice to be building again - putting together prefab
furniture wasn't as much fun as proper joinery, but since I
hadn't done the latter in almost a hundred years, the former
didn't feel that much less satisfying.  After about an hour of
work - much of which I spent in this amazing almost telepathic
connection with David's consciousness, passing on knowledge and
gaining other learning in exchange - we stood and regarded the
product of our joint efforts.

         david?  thank you - that was wonderful.

"Missed it, huh?"  He knew exactly how I felt, not only on this
subject, but also about the risks to his relationship.  We
understood one another in a way our own wives - or wife and
soon-to-be fiancee - couldn't.

         and you're still okay?  no gaps in your
         memory that i might have caused?

"No, just some extra things - gifts from you, you might say."

                   *         *         *

A few days later David's equipment arrived; I assisted in
setting all this up, too.  This time, however, I was the back-
seat driver letting David take the wheel.  It also seemed that
spending time in his body made me stronger and more capable out
of it.

The weekend came and I shooed Sue and David off for an evening
out.  While they were gone, I made my way down to my basement
workshop - another room I had avoided after my death.  It took
some time to find a decent piece of wood, not warped or rotten.
And several times I had to start over when I let the chisel slip
or hammer strike too hard.  But I kept at my task - I had to
complete it this night.

When they returned, ebulliently cheerful, I was ready.

"Brad!  Oh, Brad - we've got a surprise for you," Sue called as
she burst into the house.

"As do I, Sue," I intoned.  I adjusted the bow tie I'd fastened
around my spectral neck.

"You KNEW!"  She spun on her new fiance.  "You told him - hell,
you probably planned this with him!"

"Never - he might have guessed, but I don't know how he knew; I
didn't decide until tonight, and it's been several days since he
was last inside my head."  We'd told Sue about our experience
with 'borrowing' as soon as she got home that day.

"I guessed when I saw you slip a jewellery box into your coat
pocket, young man.  So let's see this declaration of your
commitment to each other!"

Sue flourished her left hand, which I took reverentially.  I
ogled the ring, and put a jeweller's glass in my invisible eye,
which made the couple laugh.

"It's beautiful - as befits the beauty of its bearer."

"You are a sweet, sweet man."

"He's a sweet, sweet GHOST, you mean!"

We all laughed at the apt correction.

"Anywho, you said you had a surprise as well?"

"Of course.  Just a moment."  I adjusted the cuffs I wore on my
wrists - sans shirt, naturally - popped into the sitting room
and brought out a new nameplate for the house.

It said, in carved and painted letters:

             The Morris Residence
                 David & Sue

Sue sighed happily, and David beamed at me.  "I take it back,
old man - you're a sweet, sweet, SWEET ghost."

I shrugged.  "I wanted to get back to woodworking, and this
seemed the perfect subject; it'll be necessary soon enough,
won't it?"

They looked at one another, and finalised a decision that they'd
made some time already.  "Yes; if we're going to live here,
people should know where to find us."

"Good.  I'd hate to have wasted a perfectly good piece of wood."

David took it at my suggestion and Sue noticed something.
"Bradley?  You've been talking for longer than I can remember."

"That's the real surprise; I think woodworking agrees with me -
energises me, even."

"How so?"

"Well, I put a lot of effort into moving hammer and chisel
around on that plank, yet I'm not feeling the slightest bit
drained; indeed I feel stronger after doing it than when I
started."

"Going around breaking the Law of Conservation of Energy, Brad?"
David asked jokingly.

"Seems like it."

They looked at one another, unable to explain this any better
than I could.  Sue suddenly smiled, and shared her inspiration:

"They say every one should find a hobby, not just every body."

                   *         *         *

Several weeks later David was busy in town getting red tape
cleared up for his foundling business.  I was getting into the
activity of carving little knick-knacks, or even making patio
furniture and this day was no different.

David had bought the house from its owners - lock, stock and
barrel.  That gave him the authority to sell off a few pieces of
extraneous furniture - at my insistence, because I needed new
tools and wouldn't accept gifts from my boarders.  I also needed
a supply of wood, which was an unnecessary expense for the
couple, what with a company starting up and a wedding in the
plans.

So I was down in my workshop planing away at the seat of a chair
when David returned calling out for me.

I came up, hanging my apron on a hook at the top of the steps
then walking though the open door. (we leave it like that in
case either of my vital friends might have company that hasn't
met a ghost before)

David was alone in the foyer, beaming in my direction.  "What is
it, David?"

He shrugged.  "Nothing much, Grandpa."

"Then why interrupt m-what?"

His grin grew as I comprehended his last statement.  "What; how
else should address the man who was married to the woman who
would become my maternal grandmother?  I'm not sure about the
title, though - perhaps we should check with Emily Post?"

"David, what are you talking about?"

"Come with me to the dining room; I've got everything you'll
need to see right here."  He brandished a file folder and walked
down the hall.

Once I joined him in the dining room, I found several official
documents spread on the table.  "I was at the County Recorder's
Office registering my business, and I thought 'Why not check out
Brad's wife - I know HIS name and roughly when they married.'
So I made the request, paid the fee and got this information,"
David pointed to one Marriage License.

"Bradley Fletcher and...C...Caroline Garrett.  Her name was
Caroline."  I sank into a chair as pages in my personal history
book became unglued.

David continued, unaware of my state of mind.  "After she became
a widow, Granny Caroline moved out, married again and had
several children - one of whom was my mother."  I looked dumbly
at the next License, one for George Drake and Caroline Fletcher.

"She...she did get children, after all."

"Oh yeah, I had three uncles and an aunt.  Uncle Harry died a
few years ago, before Granny did."

That snapped me out of my reverie.  "She's dead?"

David looked at me sombrely.  "Two years ago.  It was quick, and
she was in pretty good health until then."

I looked up at the portrait over the table.  "So my Caroline had
a good life."

"The best.  And that's no fault of yours."

"I imagine she didn't talk much about her first husband."

"No, I'd be lying if I said she did.  She made it known that
she'd been married before, but that's about all was said about
it."

"Understandable.  It was an uncomfortable part of her life that
was solidly in the past."

"Don't feel bad - she had a good life anyway."

"Oh, yeah.  That's makes me feel much better, actually.  She got
what I couldn't give her."

David paused and digested what I had been saying.  "Couldn't
give her?"

"The block is broken.  When you gave me her name, I remembered
it all."

He looked at me with eager expectation.  "AND?"

I sighed audibly.  "And this is something that I'd better keep
and tell you both once Sue gets home."

"WHAT?!?"

"I'm sorry, David.  I really shouldn't tell one person first and
then another after."

He sputtered a little, then calmed down.  "I guess.  You're
right that it wouldn't be fair.  But that doesn't mean I have to
like waiting - hurry home Sue!"

We laughed, and parted company - David to watch some TV and me
back down to my workshop to get back to the chair I was working
on.

Fortunately for David, Sue got home a little early.  I hurried
upstairs, but he had already headed her off.

"...nothing bad with the paperwork today?  They didn't let you
get your business license!" Sue was asking.

"No, no, no.  Don't worry honey, it's nothing bad...I think.
Brad has something to tell us - about the memories he was
suppressing."

Sue perked up.  "What?"

At this point I gave up taking off my apron and just came out of
the stairway.  "David tracked down my widow.  And she turns out
to be his grandmother."

"Found her!  That's great - or is it?  WAITAMINUTE -
grandmother?  Then you're his..."

"Absolutely nothing.  David's grandfather was my...was
Caroline's second husband."

"Oh.  But it is a kind of six degrees of separation thing, huh?"

David hugged his betrothed.  "Yeah - small world and all that.
But Brad said my reminding him of his wife's name cleared the
rest of his block - something about not being able to give her
something.  And then he INSISTED on waiting for you before
saying anything more."

"Really?"

I shrugged, a gesture they noticed due to the sawdust on my
form.  "I don't like repeating myself."

"Gee, thanks - I'm honoured."

"And *I'm* on tenterhooks - TELL US!"

Sue patted her fiance sympathetically and we went into the
sitting room to sit down.

"Now, are we sitting comfortably?  Then I'll begin..."

{And just to be a prick, I'm gonna put a chapter break here,
even if there isn't much left to discuss.:)}

                   *         *         *
{Chapter 5}

I looked on my two friends as they sat together on the couch.
David and Sue were holding hands and looking expectantly to me.

"Well, This will have to go back some; before I ever met
Caroline."  I savoured saying the name of my former wife; after
blocking it out for so many years, it was sweet music, even on
my whispery voice.

"When the Great War - er, World War I - began in 1914, I was
just finishing my college education.  I was now a professional
architect.  To help pay for my expenses through school, I took a
part time job as a carpenter's helper.  I learned a lot both on
campus and off.  For the next three years I worked as a junior
draftsman in a firm.

"And then the trumpets of war blew.  I was swept up in the surge
of patriotism, and enlisted - my firm was good enough to tell me
they would have a position for me when I came back.

"Well, induction and training took some time, and it was
actually 1918 before I got shipped out to France.  I spent two
miserable months in the muck and mire of trench warfare.  This
was truly a inglorious way of fighting; taking pot shots at a
head that poked up too high, or battering at the enemy's
defences with detached, impersonal artillery fire.  I was on one
raid into the enemy lines, and only three of our thirty men
survived unscathed by the assault."

I sighed, focussing on the events I would have to tell about
next.  "Then, one day, my luck ran out; I was manning a machine
gun nest slightly ahead of our lines - the foxhole was fairly
comfortable - and I wasn't alone.  Andy Baker was assigned to
help me with the Lewis gun - attach new belts of ammunition as
my gun fired off its ordinance.

"But rather than a manned assault by the Jerries, our section of
the front was hit with heavy artillery bombardment.  Several
rounds landed near our foxhole, and I swear I heard screams
behind us once or twice as German shells blew up parts of our
trench network.

"And then there was a flash, and a deafening explosion.  When I
came to, it was in a field hospital, and I was missing my right
leg.  I was lucky - apparently Andy had shielded me from most of
the blast.  But the surgeon had to amputate most of the leg, and
clean up the mess that was left of my gonads."

I looked upon my audience; David had followed along with what I
was saying, and flinched in sympathy.  Sue was frowning, but
didn't seem to completely understand the severity of the
injuries I recounted.  "One fragment of shrapnel had struck me
in the groin and essentially castrated me."  Sue gasped as she
comprehended what I said.

"I was shipped home, and true to their word, my firm offered me
my old job back.  I worked hard and got promoted, and one fine
autumn day in 1922, a new secretary started work in the office."

"Caroline Garrett," David interjected.  I nodded.  "Yes - the
woman who would become your grandmother.  We met, got to know
each other, I asked her out.  In a few months, we were totally
in love with one another.

"A year later we were married.  And the one problem we had drove
a wedge between us."

This time, Sue had read ahead of what I was telling them.
"Children."

"Yes.  Caroline wanted children, and I couldn't give them to
her.  I now know what I SHOULD have done - I should have talked
with her about it.  We could have explored adoption, or even
thought about separating, letting her find a man who could give
her a family.  Eventually she did, but she had to become a widow
first.

"Instead, I ignored the problem, and began to withdraw from
Caroline.  You know what happened next - I threw myself into my
work, with commensurate gains from that.  But I practically
shunned my lovely wife.

"And then one night, I slipped at the top of the stairs - I
think my false leg shifted on my stump - and fell down those
stairs, dying from the fall."

"And as a result, when you died with this slight of guilt on
your soul, you didn't pass on," David stated, his face locked in
thought.  "You remained as a ghost."

"Exactly.  I imagine that the Lord decided to consign me to a
kind of purgatory to dwell on my mistakes and come to realise
them before he can take me in."

"He gave you a 'time out!'" Sue blurted.  David laughed, but I
wasn't yet familiar with this idiom.  "Come again?"

"Oh - it's a current tool of parenting, the latest euphemism for
'Go to your room' or 'Sit in the corner'.  The kid gets sent
somewhere quiet for a 'time out' to think about what he's done."

"Ah - that's good; God has sent-" I broke into laughter, "-sent
me to my room - my house - for a 'time out!'"

We all took a few moments to enjoy the aptness of our Creator's
way of 'parenting.'

                   *         *         *

"Honey, I'm home!"

It was several weeks after my 'epiphany' when Sue came into the
house.  I was gluing a drawer together - a task I needed to do
quickly, so I was using David's body to speed my actions.  He
had readily complied with my request, making some comment about
being 'dead tired after last night;' he took the opportunity to
nap while I worked.

When she called, I took a moment to finish setting the clamps,
and climbed the stairs to greet her.  Upon seeing her fiance,
she hurried over and hugged...us?

"Mmmm.  Missed you."  Sue noticed the apron I/we were wearing,
and smiled.  "So I've got both the men in my life in my arms
right now, eh," she asked toying with a strap.

I put a finger to my lips.  "Shhhh - he's sleepin'.  Said
something about a late night."

She grinned evilly.  "Yeah.  I wore my poor Davy out, I think."

I rolled my eyes, plugged my ears with fingers, and said, "Don't
wanna know - none of my business."

Sue seemed to enjoy my reticence.  "C'mon, doesn't that body
you're using feel somewhat sore...maybe certain parts?"

"Not noticeably, no," I kept up the morally superior air for my
amusement and hers.

"Then let's go upstairs and let me show you."

If Sue was trying to shock me, she succeeded.  "Sue," I hissed,
trying not to disturb the dormant soul at the back of 'my' mind.
"Your husband-to-be is in here, you know!"

"And I'd ask him, but he's not in any shape to help me out right
now."  She stepped back, tugging on my hand as she moved towards
the stairs.  "Now, Bradley - it's not like you've never helped
me out like this..."

Sue's assertive side can be limitlessly persuasive, and as the
sci-fi show goes, resistance is futile.  Soon enough I found the
two of us sitting on the master bed, naked from the waist up and
kissing passionately.

My moral resolve broken, I leaned forward to rest Sue back on
the bed.  Propping myself over her, I took a moment to ogle the
lovely woman beneath me.  "I'm never going to forgive myself for
saying this, but we shouldn't be doing this; I find you very,
very attractive, and in other circumstances-"

"Bradley; I'm not married yet, and even if I was, it would be to
THIS BODY above me!"  She tweaked my nipples for emphasis.

"I mean this isn't fair to David; I'd be betraying his trust
even more than anyone else could!"

Sue looked up at me tenderly.  "It's okay, Brad.  David is fine
with this."

"Maybe with me using his body to make furniture but I don't
think that includes fucking his girl!"

"No - with that, too.  Not until recently, I grant you, but we
spent half the night talking about this.  David and I both
agreed to do this for you."

"What?  What are you talking about?"

"We want to thank you for...for, well, being such a wonderful
friend to us.  Letting us move into your home, trusting in us to
share your secrets and troubles with us, and helping us with
ours.

"And this is one of our secrets; we've been toying with the idea
of 'branching out' from our relationship.  David wants to see me
with another man, and I want to do that for him, kind of."

"Kind of?  How do you 'kind of'-" I started.

"That's where you come in, Brad.  I don't really want to bring
someone else into our relationship; our other friends are pretty
much paired off, and a stranger is out of the question.

"But you...you we both trust.  And best of all, you can...well,
in a way, you ARE David, right now.  Am I making any sense?"

I thought it over, and looked at the beautifully nervous woman
lying beneath me.  As she gnawed on her lower lip, I wondered
whether she was putting me on.  "And David is the one behind
this; you're just humouring him?"

"Well, not totally.  I do have feelings for you - that night was
very nice.  If David hadn't been in my life..."

"Yeah, apart from your fiance, there's just an eighty-year age
difference, and the paltry barrier of life and death getting
between us - nothing much, really."  We both chuckled.  "So if I
were to wake David up, his story would match yours?"

Sue didn't so much as bat an eyelash.  "Yes; wake him.  He'll
want to 'watch' us at it anyway."

"Right."  And I 'reached back' to the dormant soul sharing this
body with me.  And I knew, even before we had properly connected
to share thoughts.  David wasn't resting, as he would do often
when I borrowed his hands to do some woodworking, he FELT as if
he was waiting expectantly.

Then we linked and I knew for certain.  I can't explain it in
words.  Maybe the best description is that speech is
communication at the speed of sound, while this was
communication at the speed of thought.  Much like a normal
conversation, but so much faster.

Haveyou?Notyet-you?Yes.Oh.You'resure?Yes.YouDOwantto?Ohyes!
Butwhy?Callitakink.Butme?Tworeasons:Suedoesn'ttrustanyoneelse,
andIreallywanttothankyou-youdeservethis.

And then he eased back from me, still in contact, but less
obtrusive.  I looked down to find Sue watching me closely.
"What?"

"You just trembled a little for a second.  So you and he?"

"I've confirmed your story.  And I'll do this for all the right
reasons: you're both such good friends of mine, and you both
want it.  But also for some of the wrong ones, too: it HAS been
a long time!"

"Then let's get started!"

We necked for a little more.  I had a thought and got an instant
response about it from my 'voyeur' stowaway.

"Ha!"

"What?"  Sue kissed at my collarbone while looking up at me.

"Well, I had the thought that I might have difficulty
'performing' with an audience.  And the guy peering over my
shoulder just gave me a little thought of his - 'Just put me out
of your mind!'"

All three of us laughed for a time, and I had to collapse next
to Sue.  I lay on my side and toyed with her hair.  "Thank you.
Both of you.  This feels so nice - hell, just that it FEELS!
Heh, I have two wonderful friends."

Sue gave me a seductive smile.  "Yes, each of us does.  And
since you're the most reluctant, how about I do all the work for
you?"  As she is wont in these moods, she didn't wait for a
reply, but gave me a hot, passionate French kiss.

Just when I thought my brain - well, David's brain, but anyway -
just when I thought I would explode, Sue broke off and began to
suckle her way down my body, she nibbled at my chin, sucked on
my neck, licked over my nipples, and tongued my navel.  Then she
paused from her oral activities and leaned back from my supine
form to regard the effects of her efforts.

My sweatpants were tented; I was highly aroused - both on a
physical and mental level.  It was strange after all these years
of sensory detachment to suddenly have the feelings again; it
seemed to make things even more intense.  And at that moment,
the pressure on my groin seemed painful.

But she helped me with that.  Stroking her hand over my bulge
and admiring it, she purred sexily, "You know?  I think it
actually looks a little different."

I was overwhelmed with sensation just staring down at the woman
cuddled up at my crotch, playing with my covered manhood.  I
felt my 'passenger' push me aside (without any resistance at
this stage) and take control long enough to say one thing.  "Oh,
wow, honey!  Um, you're gonna have fun with him, dear - he's
never had a blow job before!"

Sue's face lit up.  "Reeeally?  Well, I'd better pull out all
the stops for him, then."

And she went to work David left me in full control - and full
contact with our shared body's sensory input.  She nuzzled my
erection through the thin material, causing me to gasp.  Her
mouth clamped over the side of it, her hot, damp breath oozing
through my skin and tickling my nerves directly.  After a few
more stunts like that, she looked up at me with an evil grin and
insinuated her fingers under the waistband of my sweatpants.

She inched the material down, licking each stretch of skin that
was exposed.  She pressed her nose into the brown curls between
my hips and inhaled with satisfaction.  Smiling up at me, she
gave the thatch an affectionate kiss.

Then the tension on my prick became greater as Sue eased the
waistband down my straining shaft.  Again she would move it
about an inch, then kiss what she had revealed.  There was a
damp spot in the stretchy material that she giggled about, and
licked at, making me bite my lip.

Then it was the moment of truth, and Sue looked up at me
knowingly.  She winked and quickly whipped the sweatpants down
past the head.  My throbbing erection sprang up, bobbing back
and forth like a metronome for a second, and made me feel like
the rest of my body would sway in opposition to it to
counterbalance the movement.

Sue looked on my cock with mock surprise and unconcealed
delight.  One hand snaked around the base and moved it back and
forth in front of her face.  I was panting and she still had yet
to touch lips or tongue to my prick.

When she did kiss the very tip, I was almost too wound up to
notice.  Her lips then pressed against my borrowed flesh and
spread around the fluid seeping out.  She sat back for a moment,
and I felt Sue's other hand slip between my legs and stroke my
still-clothed thighs.

As her head dipped down to my groin again, her tongue came out
and nestled it underneath my head, right against the seam of the
glans.  I felt it flex and lift my cock slightly to nudge
against her nose, leaving a drop of pre-cum there.  Then Sue's
muscle dipped and her mouth engulfed me just to the rim of the
head.

I jolted and raised my hips from the bed.  She was ready for
this; lifting her head to match me, and whipping the sweatpants
clear down to my knees while she had the chance.  Then each hand
rested on a hip grasping my pelvis and guiding me back down.

She let my cock pop out of her mouth and licked her lips,
stretching up to clean the tip of her nose.  Then Sue licked her
way down my prick, tracing over the bulging blood vessels.
After an eternity of torment that left me coated in cool saliva,
her hot mouth plunged over my manhood with intensity and tension
that brought a gasp to my lips.

She began a slow bobbing, pausing after every rise to run her
tongue around my head.  At one point I groaned and she merely
stopped on the downstroke to look up at me, her lips curled into
an odd smile as they stretched around my shaft.  I did my best
to return the smile as I floated in overexposure to passionate
sensation.

My head lolled back as I enjoyed the sliding, licking and
sucking Sue bestowed on me.  An indeterminate time passed in a
fuzzy comfortable blur until I felt something press against my
groin.  I raised my head to see Sue's nose nestled into my bush,
and her lips working at the base of my cock.  Her eyes rolled up
and as I met her gaze she thrust her arms out to either side and
uttered a humming "Taa-daa!" around my cock.  I laughed through
the pleasurable vibrations, and gave her some disjointed
applause.

She drew back, sucking hard on my cock, and let my part make
another 'pop' with her lips.  She sat back on her haunches and
grinned at me.  "So, you like?"  I rolled my eyes and gibbered a
little.

Sue then shuffled up to me.  "I'll need your help for the next
bit, so SNAP OUT OF IT!"  As she playfully slapped my cheek I
snatched the hand to her surprise, then tenderly kissed it.
"Thank you - both of you - this is so kind and so wonderful."

"You're welcome, but I don't think there's anyone who doesn't
benefit from this: you finally get some after the better part of
a century, David gets to act out his voyeuristic fantasies in a
way most people can never imagine, and best of all - I get to
cheat on my fiance...WITH my fiance!"

She kissed me and cocked a leg to settle herself astride my
hips, with my hard and slick cock nestling in the crack of her
ass.  She placed my hands firmly on her breasts with the
admonition "You help keep me up, y'hear?" then planted her hands
on my shoulders and raised her hips to let my prick slide down
towards her centre.

I had a sudden flash of concern.  "Um, Sue - what about you; are
you ready?"

"What do you think?" she asked in return as my shaft touched her
slick and oily outer lips.  I panted and shrugged in
acquiescence.

She shifted further back, dragging herself over my dick and
leaving a trail of juices.  I tilted my hips to help and it
shifted forward, only to slip past her cunt and rub the
underside against her clit - Sue moaned.

We tried a couple more times, getting my cock well lubricated,
and ourselves into a jovial but passionate mood.  I shifted one
hand and suggested we assist in the beginning.  Sue stilled me
with a curt "Stay!"

It took a few more minutes, and neither of us lost any ardour
from our actions, but soon enough I felt the head of my penis
trapped by her feminine cleft.  "Ahhhhh," she sighed, "I done
roped me a tube steak!"  I missed the reference, but caught the
mood and chuckled.

Then she fucked me.  I tried my best to work back, but Sue took
the stage.  She rested her upper body on our four arms and
bucked her hips to a slowly building rhythm that only she heard.
Pausing now and again as our hips met, Sue would grind around in
circles and make us both moan.  At one point she was angling
herself slightly to have my prick run against the top of her
cunt - stimulating this G-spot so talked about.  Apparently she
has one, because she came atop me with these actions, and my
eyes bulged as her pussy clenched at my intruding limb.

Since her arms buckled, I let her down to rest on my chest, her
head on my shoulder.  She panted as I marvelled in these
forgotten sensations.  "I...I...I can't...can't do that
again..."

I kissed her forehead and stroked her hair.  "Right, you've
done enough, love.  My turn."  I shifted us over and around to
have Sue on her back and me between her legs.

And I fucked Sue back. Instincts older even than my afterlife
guided me back to those endlessly repetitive yet endlessly
exciting motions. I think she had several small orgasms -
shivers and spasms around my cock - while I plunged my hot meat
into her wet quim.  As I neared my peak, I stretched down and
kissed at her neck, her legs around my hips and her hands
holding my shoulder blades.  When I came, I sucked against
Sue's tender flesh, sending her over the top one more time
along with me.

We rolled onto our sides as we finished, and rested in the
afterglow, my cock still within her.  We kissed and cuddled,
then I stroked her cheek and told her in a panting voice "Thank
you - that was wonderful, and by far the best fuck I've had
in...well, probably ever.  And would either of you mind if I
take my leave - of this body at least - and rest up watching the
two of you next time?"

She grinned back at me, and I felt someone else making the lips
of the face I was using curl up in a smile.

                    *         *         *

So that's how things have shaped up in our house.  Sue and David
married almost two years ago - in the foyer, naturally.  That
night (as most nights since) I left them to amuse themselves
while I caught up on a documentary or fiddled in the workshop
some more.  Every once in a blue moon, David will approach me -
usually I'll accept.  Sue's happy as can be with enough spirits
to keep the flesh willing all the time.

And we've gotten the house quite modernised; plumbing patched,
furnace replaced, insulation installed, David's office a high-
tech corner in an antique dwelling, and so forth.

Despite my participation in every step, I've felt my link with
the world weakening.  So be it.  I don't actually feel any
weaker - my 'presence' in the world is stronger every day, but I
feel less 'tied down.'  Perhaps my acceptance of my failings in
the past life have begun my journey to the next one - the
purgatory I've been kept in by divine will is coming to an end
now that I've learned my lesson?

If so, the Lord has already given me a blessing through my two
friends.  Four months ago, Sue gave birth to healthy baby boy.
And they offered me a measure of immortality that was denied me
when that shell exploded in my foxhole more than eighty years
ago.

His name is Bradley Fletcher Morris.

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