bizarre story in which a man discovers he's dead and eventually takes over ashley's body (don't worry, mary kate's in it too)
Normally, I woke up at seven when my alarm went off. This particular morning, though, I didn't wake up at seven, I got up at six. I
got up
at six, I didn't
wake
up. Because I was dead.
I didn't realize it at first. Like that guy in the movie
Ghost<./I>, I just sort of left my body without realizing that I'd done so. It didn't dawn on me until I went into the bathroom to take my morning piss and realized that I didn't have to go. And then I noticed that I didn't have my usual (and painful) hardon. I just stood there in front of the toilet with my dick hanging there limp and zestless, like it was....well, dead.
"Wow," I said as I stared down at my poor lifeless equipment, "I'm dead, man."
You'd think that this news would disappoint a guy, and I guess it did to a certain degree; after all, only people with serious mental or emotional problems (or both) actually
want
to be dead. But I wasn't as disappointed as I thought I would be. For one thing, my life had kind of sucked anyway, so there was that relief element going on. But in addition to that, I realized that I could now move on to an entirely new level of experience. Actually, I had no choice, but that's beside the point. The point is that I could choose to either enjoy it or become one of those sad sack ghosts that wander around and rattle chains and moan and bitch about how messed up it is to be a ghost.
I was going to make the best of being dead. Especially if I had the kinds of abilities I suspected I did.
I turned and went back into my living room, stopped and looked at myself, my body, laying still on the sofa where I'd left it. I'd turned sort of bluish. It was a shame; I'd probably just lay there like that for a few days until someone smelled me rotting. I didn't have a very strong support network.
I looked around the living room as if I needed to be sure I had my wallet and my keys, a habit I obviously hadn't lost, then started for the door. I had to remind myself that I was dead and didn't have to worry about unnecessary things like doors and walls anymore.
I went back through the living room and headed straight for the wall, passing through it effortlessly. Suddenly I was in the Fitts's apartment. Rickey and Janie Fitts, the young couple that had moved in about two months ago. And kept me up late at night with the passionate noises of their lovemaking. Woke me up in the morning sometimes, too, an occurrence that used to annoy the shit out of me. Now, though, I was hoping that it would work in my favor.
I went through the living room and into their bedroom. There they were, still asleep, Rickey flat on his back with Janie cuddled up to him. Good. Perfect arrangement, at least for now.
I checked the clock on Rickey's nightstand. Ten minutes to seven. Hmm. Should I wait until their alarm went off? What if they didn't get up until noon? Or if they were the type to go rushing around in a panic as they got ready for work? What if the alarm
never
went off? Clearly, I couldn't leave events up to fate. Fate had already fucked me pretty well lately.
I went over to the side of the bed and stared down at Rickey and Janie. I thought about what I was going to do, wondering if I could really do it. Not if I could
bring
myself to do it, but wondering if it was actually possible? Well, no way to know but to give it a try.
I crawled onto the bed (noting, incidentally, how I could pick and choose what I passed through and what I didn't; neat trick) and laid down, arranging my body in the same position and in the same place as Rickey's. And there I was, just like Deadman in the comics, being able to slip into another person's body. Inside Rickey Fitts's body. With Janie cuddled up to me.
She had soft tits. Huge, too. One was pressed up against my (Rickey's) chest like a warm pillow. Her head was nestled between my shoulder and my ear and her arm was draped over my stomach. I could smell her scent, a combination of skin, baby powder,and some kind of perfume. She smelled fantastic.
My left arm was under her neck and had gone numb. I moved it around a little bit, accomplishing the twofold task of getting some of the feeling back and waking Janie up. She mumbled something and snuggled closer to me. She slid one leg over mine and now I could feel her cunt pressing against my hip. Jesus, Rickey was a lucky asshole.
I wasn't going to let her go back to sleep, of course.
I put my other arm around her and embraced her, kissed the top of her head, then gently rolled her onto her back. Janie gave up a lazy moan and opened her eyes again. She looked up at me but saw her boyfriend looking back at her with hungry eyes. She smiled.
"Let me guess," she said in her soft sexy voice. "You wanna do it, right?"
"Yeah," I said. I didn't think I needed to say anything else, especially since my cock was hard as steel and pressing against her hip. And long as a fucking telephone pole. Rickey really
was
a lucky asshole.
"Tell me," Janie said.
"I wanna make love to you," I said.
"You wanna make love to me? Or you wanna
fuck
me?"
I could tell by the tone of her voice what my answer should be.
"I wanna fuck you," I said.
Janie moaned again, sounding pleased, and kissed me. I returned her kiss and started to feel her tits, thinking that I was in for a bout of foreplay before we got down to the really important business, but Janie had other ideas. As soon as we got started she reached down and gripped my cock in her warm soft hand and brought it right up to her cunt.