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Well, this is it. Moving day. After days of backbreaking work packing all of his stuff into boxes and then hefting them into the truck to get shipped off to your new apartment, he can finally move in. Andrew moved for college, living closer to cut down on the commute for the place he'd likely spend most of his time anyway.
The drive took a while. Being on the road for two hours Andrew examined his surroundings. The building he was going to be living in looked relatively new, compared to the neighboring structures as if recently rebuilt. Eventually he arrived at the building. Receiving a key for room 427 on the fourth floor, he rode the old shaky elevator up.
*ding... ding... ding... chunk!*
On the floor it was almost dead silent. Most of the rooms must've been vacant. "No wonder the rooms were so cheap" he mused. He turned the key in the lock and entered his room...
She was so excited when she heard the news, a new tenant was moving in! She overheard the cleaners talking about them as the prepared the apartment. She was just happy to have someone else's company, most only lasted a week...
Mae sat on the counter and kicked her legs like a child thinking about it. She had no idea who they were, yet the thought of a new person to share the small space with filled her with glee! Despite being a ghost, Mae often found herself very bored. She was very mischievous, often finding joy in scaring others with her abilities. Unfortunately, most of her pranks go too far, resulting in her scaring people away, and leaving herself alone again.
Alone. She had been alone for most of her life. Before she died Mae was a bit of a shut in, never going out to parties and never making many friends. This meant she was often lonely and to herself. Thankfully soon, that would all change...
The door opened with slight whine, hinges remarkably new despite the age of the building. The room was sparsely furnished, with muddy gray painted walls. The room was empty aside from a couch, a coffee table, a small kitchen, and an offshoot bedroom with a queen sized bed left inside. He didn't have much himself, so he began unpacking. Filing in the small space with various boxes and filling the cabinets with food. Mae watched as he went back and fourth through the room. Was this her new roommate? He couldn't see her, but she watched on from the counter, waiting for him to settle down. She didn't want to spook him too early.
After hauling the rest of the items into the small living space, Andrew fell into the couch with a huff. It was late evening by that point, with the sun fully set giving way to the dark gloom of the nighttime hours. He didn't have a tv, so he booted up his laptop with a few movies he bought. Andrew was always a fan of horror. He enjoyed getting spooked by movies and games and the adrenaline spike of the scare. He started scream VI, the newest installment in the series, and set it on his lap while it played. He stared into the screen, burning some time before he went off to bed.
This was it. Mae always loved the "girl in the tv" prank, though he didn't have a tv... the laptop screen would have to do. She watched as he scooted into a more comfortable position, placing the laptop on the coffee table while he stretched out taking up the remaining space on the couch. Perfect. She gathered his features while she waited for her moment. Black, messy hair atop his head, with pale brown eyes and paler skin. He wore a big long sleeve sweater and jeans. His eyes were half lidded, clearly about to sleep, perfect for her prank.
She crept up to the side of the couch, behind the coffee table, and right behind the laptop. The screen started to glitch and static as she poked her hand through it, slowly gliding her arm through. He didn't notice at first, but as she poked her head through, he jolted awake. He didn't saw anything at first, a look of horrified shock growing on his face as the specter crept through his monitor. She had long black hair covering her face, pale grey-blue skin, and a long loose dress covering her chest and legs. She groaned as her midsection emerged from the screen, other arm reaching forward, trying to grasp him. The hand was inches away from him, breaking his shocked paralysis.
"w-WHAT THE HELL!?"
He tumbled out of the couch, running for the door. Shit! She did it again! She couldn't let this one leave too. She slid the rest of the way out of the laptop before dropping the act, parting her hair from her face before assuming a normal sitting position.
"Wait! Wait, I'm sorry! It was just a prank I swear! Please don't leave!"
"H-Huh??? You crawled through my laptop!? What the hell even are you???"
"Please, I can explain, just- please don't leave. I-I'm sorry, you can continue the movie, please."
Andrew was certainly confused, he saw the spirit on his couch, pleading for him to stay. She seemed innocent enough, on closer inspection, her eyes were a pale blue. Her face and body looked remarkably normal despite her first impression. Against his better judgement, he statically crept over to the opposite side of the couch. Mae slid off the cushion, a guilty look plastered on her face as she gave him the rest of the couch, as if he'd fall back to sleep now.
As he continued the movie, occasionally the ghost would nervously adjust her dress, the loose fabric giving him a flash of her bust. He blushed, and pretended not to notice. The silence only got more awkward with her occasionally peeking at him, trying to gauge his expression. He decided to break the silence.
"So, uh- you're a ghost, huh?" He stuttered, not knowing how to start the conversation
She perked up at the works, anxiety melting as he wasn't trying to leave.
"Y-yeah, it's a bit of a long story... my names Mae, sorry for scaring you."
"Yeah... Andrew."
He felt awkward with her just sitting there, curled up in the corner. He grabbed the table and the laptop, positioning it in front of the couch before patting the opposite side, calling her over. She awkwardly crawled back onto the couch, still nervous as she kept fidgeting. They watched the movie, looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes as the movie played.
Due to her being a ghost, she was slightly transparent. Including her dress. He grew a subtle blush as he quickly glanced back at the movie. She noticed this time, slightly blushing herself as she realized how poorly dressed she was. And yet, an idea crept up. If ghosts could sweat, she would be soaked. the anxiety of the situation along with this new idea doubled her nervousness yet, she truly did want him to stay. She hadn't moved from that position since she sat down, and "fidgeted" once more, loosening her dress around her chest.
Andrew was never lucky around women, typically he was very quiet, and never knew quite what to say. He'd never had a girlfriend, nor many friends for that matter, and had gotten accustomed to being a loner. Mae was always shy, a shut in that never made time for any relationships. Since she died, she had been confined to the apartment, new tenants her only form of socializing. They were both very lonely, a fact of life that would soon change.
He noticed her increased shifting, peeking at her from the corner of his eye. He noticed her loose dress doing very little to hide her cleavage and let his gaze linger, before she caught his eye making him blush bright red before locking his stare back onto the movie. Despite his desperate thoughts, he couldn't help but grow stiff.
They sat like that for a while. Mae still as a statue as her loose dress left less covered than she had ever been with another person, let alone a boy. Meanwhile Andrew was furiously trying not to draw attention to his reaction, slightly shifting in his seat to scoot it to the inside of his thigh as his crimson cheeks betrayed his actions.
At this point they don't dare look at each other, soaking in the details of the opposite wall. At this rate, he would leave. She had to go further, she had to give him a reason to stay. She took a deep breath and got on her hands and knees, crawling over to him. A look of determination was plastered on her face as she crept over to him, before she broke her gaze. She put her hand on the inside of his thigh, making his heart skip.
Her hand glided up his leg before being placed directly onto his crotch, all subtlety gone. His breathing quickened as she gently rubbed him. He put his hand on top of hers, stopping her movement.
"Y-you don't have to do something like this- I'll stay, I prom-"
He was cut off as her lips met his. She leaned into his ear, gently biting it before whispering in hot breath.
"I know. I want this too."
Neither of them had ever kissed anyone before. The new experience sending lightning through them as his heart rate skyrocketed. She continued rubbing him, watching his face shift as she felt him grow harder. She looked at him nervously, before searching for his zipper. Once she found it, she unbuttoned his pants and freed his length.
She sat there in shock for a moment. She had read many novels, but she had never seen one in person. She reached out and gently grabbed it, gliding her hand up to its tip. He let out a sharp gasp as he felt the new sensation, lightning running through his body leaving him numb. Her hand wrapped around him, unsure of her technique as she rubbed up and down his length. She marveled at it, 6 full inches in her hand. It was warm, and twitched when she stroked it.
She stroked up and down, faster and faster with each pass. She watched his grip on the couch grow tighter, white knuckled grasp on the fabric. Despite her inexperience, she was doing quite well based on his reactions. Eventually, he grabbed her wrist.
"C-can you... put it in your mouth?" He asked between puffs.
Her mouth? She's seen it a lot in her novels, but this was uncharted territory. Regardless, she did want to please him. She crawled off the couch and crept up between his legs, it couldn't be that hard, right? She inspected it, six inches throbbing in her hands as he placed it against her face. Her face became a new shade of pink as she looked up at him, lidded eyes begging her to continue. She opened her mouth, tongue hanging out, and put the tip in. He gasped at the warmth as she began to work her way down. Her eyes narrowed as it went in her throat, staying tangible. Eventually she reached his base, and waited there. The benefit of a ghost was she didn't have to breathe, she could do this as long as necessary.
She pulls herself out of his lap, tongue tracing his length until his head where she stays there, dripping saliva onto his rod. She began bobbing up and down his member, him throwing his head back in pleasure as he gripped the cushions. She was inexperienced, but enthusiastic. Her desire for companionship awakened a new feeling inside her. A feeling she hadn't felt with someone else...
Lust.
She was familiar with it, several lonely nights gave way to staying up late in front of her computer, reading one of her novels with her hand between her legs. But this was different. Being connected to someone else, making them feel as good as she did, increased the feeling exponentially. Her eyes were wide as one hand jerked him, the other touching herself under her dress. Her mouth was wide open with her tongue still connected to his tip, breath coming out in desperate puffs before diving back onto his rod.
Andrew had his hand on his face, hiding his reaction to the new experience. He was getting close, the movement of her mouth on his length was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His member twitched in her neck, ready to blow. She bobbed her head fervently, laser focused on the task at hand. His breathing hitched, grasping her scalp and bucking his hips as he sent waves of cum down her throat. She stood there and took it, keeping herself tangible to avoid mess.
She stayed like that for a bit, remaining in his lap as he emptied his last waves into her. Eventually she pulled off with a pop, stroking it while he recovered. Her star struck gaze met his as she clambered on top of him, resting on his knees. She removed her dress as she displayed herself to him.
"I- I've never felt this way before. But I need more. Now."
She scooted up, placing her breasts inches from his face while his member stood up against her stomach. She kissed him deeply as she rubbed against him. Propping herself up she lined up his rod with her folds, gently swaying back and forth as she suffocated him with her chest. She held her breath as she slowly began to sink down his length, shivering as he exited nerves deep within her. She let out a content sigh as she hilted, his rod fully inside her. Once again they kissed deeply, their carnal bond complete.
She began to rise and fall, slowly at first, yet quickly picking up speed. Whimpers building in her throat before growing into full moans. She started manically hopping on his lap, throwing her arms around him and resting her head over his shoulder. Already he was about to lose it, the onslaught of pleasure from her set him on fire. He reached forward and groped her breasts, wringing a satisfied sigh from her as she swayed her hips. Eventually he reached his limits and grabbed her, reaching his arm around her back and ass. He hoisted her up before tossing her down onto the couch, climbing over her before pounding back into her.
He started bucking into her at a rabid pace, rocking her body with firm, powerful thrusts. She squealed and whined under him as she covered her face, peeking through her fingers. He got harder, and faster, rocking her body with each thrust. Soon it became too much. He thrust into her at lightning speed before, finally releasing. Both parties let out a satisfied groan as they finished. Mae had never felt this before, it was so... warm. They lay there on the couch, panting and gasping as the movie finished, and they drifted off to sleep, arms wrapped around each other.