Sex Death and Other Strange Ideas

Sex, Death, and Other Strange Ideas is a steamy supernatural romance novel with multiple chapters. Contains language and situations (utterly) inappropriate for those under 18.

(Chapter 1)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas

(Chapter 2)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas-ch-02

(Chapter 3)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas-ch-03

(Chapter 4)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas-ch-04

(Chapter 5)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas-ch-05

(Chapter 6)

https://www.literotica.com/s/sex-death-and-other-strange-ideas-ch-06

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CHAPTER 7

The room Jo led Alex to, looking back at him from time to time and smiling like a girl about to get a Christmas present, was her bedroom and not. It was all ready for them, and Alex did mean

ready

for them. The fireplace was blazing merrily with a bucket of champagne and two crystal flute glasses sitting on the hearth. The hot tub was bubbling away beneath the large window that overlooked the suddenly moonlit garden below. The covers were turned down on the luxurious bed and rose petals had been scattered around. Fragrant candles were lit and music floated in from somewhere Alex couldn't identify. If Jo had missed a romantic trick, he couldn't spot it. She turned around to take him by the hands and pull him across the threshold, suddenly wearing a slinky red number that was backless, nearly frontless, and slit to the shapely hip. It was a dress not made to tease or flirt, it was built for outright seduction. Jo's hair shone in the flickering light and her blue eyes seemed to glow with anticipation.

"Okay," Jo purred, drawing closer to Alex once they reached the fire. She put her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "What are we going to do with you? I've been practicing all the techniques, but this is the first time I've done it for real. Let's try this..." Jo slowly ran her fingers through Alex's dark hair like a lover would, and her touch sent electricity flowing down his spine. "Awesome, it worked!" Jo exclaimed happily. "That's SO much better, check it out!" She took him by the hand again and led him over to the mirror, the cut of her dress neatly exposing one perfect buttock with every step. Jo pointed to the mirror and Alex looked, seeing that his feathered hairstyle had been trimmed neatly and stylishly short.

"Your cologne you can keep," Jo said. "I kind of like it. Now let's see, how do we want you dressed? Or

do

we want you dressed?" She grabbed herself another handful of Alex's crotch and rubbed it lovingly. "Mmm, that's nice. But I think dressed, I want to take your clothes off myself. You've got a damn nice bod under there, and if you're serious when you say you can't remember the last time you did this, you deserve a little extra attention from a woman who

really

knows how to do it. Not to brag or anything."

Jo grinned and pointed back to the mirror again. Alex looked and saw that he was now clad in a dark suit that looked like it might have come out of a Neiman Marcus catalog. It wasn't quite a tux but was evening wear rather than something designed for business. The shirt was silk, the jacket and pants had a velvety texture, he sported a smart black tie, and the whole ensemble showed off his body so well it could have been tailored for a fashion runway. Jo was one

hell

of a dreamer!

"Damn, white boy, you clean up pretty!" Jo said as she admired her handiwork. "Come on, let's go sit by the fire. And I swear to God, if my cat wakes me up, I'm going to eat him for breakfast. I'm still trying to figure out where I know you from, maybe I saw you when I was a kid or something and my subconscious held onto you."

"Maybe, but probably not," was all Alex could think of to say as Jo picked up the two suddenly full glasses of champagne and urged him to sit down on the soft rug in front of the fire. "If we had met, there's no way I could ever forget you."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. Oh well, we'll figure it out." Jo handed Alex his champagne and offered her own glass to be clinked. "Here's to my first bona-fide lucid dream, and possibly a damn good new friend, we'll hope." Jo took a sip and her eyes glittered over the rim of the glass. "Do you want to kiss me, Alex?"

"Yes," came the immediate and unthought-out answer, but Alex supposed at least it was honest. He hadn't intended to blurt it out like that, that wasn't the seductive approach Jo seemed to be looking for. But as she sipped her champagne and batted her long, thick lashes at him with an unmistakably naughty smile, Alex was too caught up in not only his external sensations, but a rising intensity in his internal ones. The fact that he still had a boner that wouldn't go away was the center of his immediate attention, and the texture of his new clothes was even more pleasant than his former ones. But those direct sensations were only foremost because they were the easiest for Alex's careening brain to translate. Contrary to cultural belief, a hell of a lot more went into male excitement and arousal than flow of blood to a body part. "But, um..." Alex said, "I thought you didn't like kissing on the first date?"

"Huh?" Jo looked puzzled. "I love kissing, I figured you'd at least know that. Or do you mean Larry, that piece of ass dandruff outside? Pfft, that's different, I just need to feel an intimate connection. I can suck ten dicks in a row but kissing makes me feel emotionally vulnerable. But you're my subconscious, so how intimate is that? I do have to say though, you're

not

what I expected. I ask if you want to kiss me and you question me about it. With

this

dress, I figured I'd be lucky if it wasn't already wadded up on the floor. I'm wondering if you seem so damn shy and uncomfortable because I'm looking for the opposite of what I'm used to having."

"I don't

mean

to be acting shy or uncomfortable," Alex said as casually as he could.

I molested you the other night!

his mind screamed, but instead he said, "This whole thing is just... crazy different. This is my first lucid dream too, and I barely know what the term means. That's why I'd love to pick your brain about it sometime, just to understand what could possibly be going on here."

"See?" Jo said, taking another sip from the crystal glass. "You're not my usual at all. I mean, you're hotter than shit now that you've had a makeover, but I'm good at dreaming up sexy men. But every man I've ever come up with always knows exactly what to do and what I'm there for, be it to be cuddled like he's my daddy, wined and dined like a movie star, or tied up and made the centerpiece of a bukkake porno. The fact that I'm taking the lead and we're talking about it at all is kind of abnormal for me. I

really

wonder what part of my brain you came from."

"Shit, Jo, listen a second," Alex said, and then drained his champagne to buy time. It was perfect of course, everything was. "I really

really

want to do whatever you want and see what happens, especially if you say this might be our only chance. But before we get too excited about this, I feel I have to tell you something that may change your mind."

"Hmm," Jo said. "Well, that's one of the upsides of polite men, they warn you of deal-breakers. One second though. Before you tell me something I probably don't want to know about myself, there's something I want to do." She set her drink aside and rose to her knees, adjusting her dress so somehow

more

skin was showing. Jo motioned Alex closer until he was kneeling before her, then put her arms around his neck and started toying with the back of his freshly cropped hair. "Give me that kiss, Alex. I don't know where my psyche wants to take me on this one, so before we go any further, lay one on me. For some reason I dreamt up a man who hasn't been with a woman in a while, so here one is, all for you. Show me how you say thank you." Jo didn't press forward, simply waited with her lovely face upturned, looking into his eyes rather dreamily.

Alex couldn't have argued if he wanted to, which he didn't in the least. He put his hands on Jo's waist, touching bare skin where the fabric plunged to the hip. She was smooth and soft, what he imagined baby skin might feel like, but he could also feel her feminine musculature beneath reminding him this was no fragile flower. Unless perhaps he asked her to be for a while. Alex looked down at Jo's face, taking in her fine features and striking bone structure, her glittering blue eyes, her cutely crooked nose with the gold ring glinting at the nostril. Jo wore minimal makeup save for some fancy eyeliner that could have been applied by a professional and her lips really

were

that color. Jo's perfect, pink tongue darted out to wet them and she smiled at him seductively. "Come on," she urged him, not physically drawing him closer but tightening her arms around his neck. "Give me your best shot, handsome, then you can tell me your bad news."

Hoo boy. Performance anxiety didn't even

begin

to cover it.

Alex could only remember what a woman's body felt like in the vaguest terms. He thought

maybe

he had kissed one at some point in his existence, but the who, what, where, when, and why of the incident was long lost in his fractured mind. So even though Jo had asked him to be aggressive, Alex couldn't help but approach her like the man he was - one about to get his first kiss. Jo didn't pull him in with her arms, rather

followed

him in with every point of skin-to-skin contact lighting up his new nerves like a Christmas tree. Alex ran his hands up Jo's bare spine and she gave a small moan of pleasure, then he caressed her graceful neck on his way up to cup her face.

As Alex lowered his mouth to hers, he became sharply aware of her breath. Like the 'lub-dub' of a heartbeat, warm and living breath was long unfelt. Jo's lips were slightly open and Alex ghosted his own across them, inhaling as he did so and taking her life into himself.

"You're teasing me," Jo whispered. "Are you trying to get me to say please?" Her tone indicated she found neither of these concepts unpleasant.

Jo's mouth was soft and silky smooth, a lingering taste of watermelon indicating she used lip balm. Alex began to explore her lips curiously, and Jo let her hands roam over him as he began to touch his mouth to hers with more confidence. Jo seemed happy to follow his lead for the moment, returning his kisses, yielding when he pressed down with more ardency, and giggling a little when he experimentally nibbled at her full lower lip. She reacted beautifully when he pressed firmly down on her and caressed her red lips with his own, their heads moving in a continuous slow wave, falling instantly onto the same page.

"Oh my God," Jo smiled up at Alex when he pulled away to look at her again. "You're fun! Keep going, I haven't been kissed like this since high school. It's nice to be kissed when it's not just a throw-away prelude to sex. Yeah, I'm

totally

figuring out why I dreamed you." Jo

did

pull Alex in this time and caught him in a long, passionate embrace. Her lips parted and her small, talented tongue darted forth to tease the inside of his mouth. Alex relaxed and returned the favor, eager to fully experience the physical and emotional sensations washing over and through him. Jo had a peculiar method of kissing that Alex found delightful. One of her favorite moves was to slip her tongue into his mouth, and give his own a slow, loving lick with the softest part. Alex didn't know why he found that so arousing, but he did.

"I love stubble," Jo purred in his ear, giving the lobe a playful nibble and then brushing her smooth cheek against his. "You've got just the right amount too. I love the roughness on my skin. The only problem is I mow the back forty and once it starts feeling like sandpaper it's hard to enjoy cunnilingus unless the guy really knows what he's doing. How's your oral? Oh, sorry, did I embarrass you again?"

Jo grinned and gave him one of her unusual arousing kisses, playfully licking the inside of his mouth rather than probing it. As she did so, she wrapped her arms around his waist and pulled him very close indeed. "Wow, you really

do

enjoy kissing," she said, "Get a load of

that

." She ground the front of her dress against the obvious bulge in Alex's pants and set his nerves on fire again. "Yep, a nice, responsive, appreciative man I can make happy and who will be grateful as hell for it. I think that's exactly what I need right now. It could even be gratifying to teach you a few things if you want to get freaky, it might be empowering to be the one giving the education for a change."

Alex reluctantly pulled away from Jo to put a bit of distance between her body and his. It wasn't that Alex wanted her to stop, it was that he couldn't take much more of it. The delicious feeling of honest arousal, the pleasure to be found in Jo's every instant of contact, and the promise of gratification were all threatening to overwhelm him.

There was also Alex's stupid moral conscience, getting in the way of his fun again. Jo thought he was a dream, something she created out of her own subconscious. Allowing her to go on believing he was a figment of her oversexed imagination felt too close to psychic rape for his comfort. It was her right to know the truth about him, or at least as much truth as Alex himself knew.

"Okay, whew!" Alex's expulsion of breath wasn't exaggerated. "We've kissed. And that was

really

fucking good, thank you, we can do that anytime. But I really have to tell you something before we do anything else."

"Okay, hit me," Jo said with a challenging look. "Try to change my mind. You're into donkeys and twelve-year-olds, right?"

"No!" Alex retorted immediately and Jo giggled again.

"This is already fun, you're going to be

so

easy to shock. At least until you get used to me, which I hope you get a chance to do. But if this is just a one-night stand, I'll take whatever I can get. So, tell me what you need to tell me, I'm all ears."

"Okay, it's like this," Alex said. "I guess you could say... ah crud, I guess you could say that I have an awareness outside this dream. I have no idea how this happened or why, but... well, you might be dreaming me, but you're not

imagining

me. I'm real, or something that resembles it anyway."

"Oh really?" Jo toyed with Alex's tie. "Color me intrigued. What do you mean you're real, are you astrally projecting or something? Is this some kind of psychic stuff?"

"No, or at least I don't think so. See, that's the biggest problem, I don't know

what

my deal is. I've never met anyone in the same condition as me, so I have my guesses but that's all they are. But here's the truth - I meant it when I said I watched you move in. I've been living in your house for... well, I don't know how long, but you said enough about my clothes for me to assume they were out of date, and it's been a

really

long time. I've never had clothes before, so I didn't know what they looked like, but I guess those were mine. You know, once."

"Holy shit," Jo's brow furrowed as she thought this over. She was still idly playing with his tie but now she was looking up at him with curiosity, not the least bit fearful. "Are you like a ghost or a spirit or something?"

"That's one of the guesses," Alex said with a small shrug. "I've never met another ghost, and I don't remember any life before this one, but it's crossed my mind that I could be dead."

"Well, if your clothes

are

any indication, you've been here fifty years or more," Jo said. "Can't you leave?"

"Nope. I've tried but well... something bad happens when I go past the gate."

"And you can't talk to anyone, and no one can see you?"

"Not really," Alex replied. "Animals kind of can, I'm the reason your cat's been freaking out since you got here. I think I'm also the reason you're always complaining about the house being cold, it happens to sensitive people. But until you got here, I didn't think I had anything for anyone

to

see."

"Holy shit again," Jo mused. "I don't really believe in ghosts or spirits or demons or anything like that, but I guess I haven't ruled them out, either. I've never met one, but there's a lot of weird shit in the world and that includes me. I've been playing around with lucid dreaming for a long time, just as a hobby, not a serious pursuit. I never thought I'd actually have one, I was starting to think they were a myth. And now that I am, I have to wonder if what you're telling me is the truth or just part of my dream."

"I

think

it's the truth," Alex said. "But I really am in your-guess-is-as-good-as-mine territory, so take that with a rather large grain of salt. I just thought you should know that I don't believe you just dreamed me up. So, if we do what we've been talking about doing, it won't be just a dream. I felt you should know."

Jo gave this very serious consideration, still toying with Alex's silk tie. She reached up once to touch her own lips as if remembering the kiss and then laid her hand in the region of her heart for a second or two. Then she moved close to Alex again and put her arms back around his neck, looking up at him with her clear, sapphire hues. "Okay, Alex, I have a proposal."

"What do you propose?" Alex asked, putting his arms about her waist again without really thinking about it.

"I can see three possibilities here," Jo said. "One, this is just a dream and everything you're saying is just words my subconscious is putting in your mouth to fulfill a fantasy I didn't know I had. That's the most harmless possibility. Two, there's the possibility that you

are

some kind of separate entity that's come into my dream, which leads us to a couple of sub-possibilities. You're telling the truth or you're lying your ass off. And if you're lying your ass off, that leads us to two sub-sub-possibilities. Do you want to hurt me, and do you think you're capable of it? I've been practicing this shit, it's highly possible I could hurt you more."

"Jo, I do

not

want to hurt you," Alex said in as genuine a tone as he could muster, letting her see the truth in his eyes. "I don't even know if I

can

hurt you and I have no intention of finding out. Before tonight, I've never been solid. No, that's not right, not being solid indicates you're in some other kind of state. Before tonight, I'm not entirely sure I even

existed

. I don't want to hurt you, Jo, I want you to stay here and be happy and that's totally a selfish desire. Whatever is happening here, I don't want it to stop. I have no idea what we're doing, but I want to do a

lot

of it."

"That brings us back to our three possibilities," Jo said, looking up at him with that knowing expression that was so enticing. "One, you're my imagination and you're harmless. Two, you're lying and plan to do something mean, which might

also

mean you're harmless and if you don't believe it, just try me, Buster. Or three - You, Alex my friend, are telling the truth, you've been stuck in this house for God knows how long and are in more desperate need of a pity-fuck than anyone I've ever met. I told you this might be my one and only lucid dream, so I'm willing to play the odds. How about you? If your answer is yes, kiss me some more, because you're fucking good at that."