"She wanted us to be happy. She told me you can pass on, whatever that means."
Her eyes were dim. Her smile disappeared as she looked confused at me and I felt my chest freezing, my heart stopping as I realised how it sounded.
"Wait! I mean, I don't want it! I want you to be here, happy!" I quickly said only to see her head moving slightly to the side.
"I mean, it is your choice in the end but, if you want to stay, Miss Evo said it's ok." I could imagine that my own words could create a rift between me and her, my own social disability could break my friendship with a ghost and I felt so stupid in the moment it's hard to describe. To my surprise I heard a soft laugh and when I looked up, her face already reached mine, her lips pressed against my slightly open lips. She parted the kiss after a few seconds, leaning back up, her face looked amused.
"I will stay. I can't leave my..." The last of her words rang out within my mind, my thoughts mixing with the new ones, welcoming and reusing.
"...sweetie." I could feel my heart melting and I couldn't resist responding with simple;
"I love you, Elaine."
Maybe using her name, real name that is, with no warning before and after the talk about us both perhaps getting separated, was a bad idea. Perhaps it was a perfect idea? Those thoughts run in my mind as I now try to breathe from below Elaine. After she heard the name it was like seeing a holographic image turning just slightly, the image snapping into something different yet quite similar. Her eyes were like two rings of fire as she smiled at me. She always had horny moments like that but I think she wanted to make a point, a point that I will not leave her side for a very long time. I didn't care. I wanted it. I wanted to stay with Elaine no matter what.
Even though now I was having problems with breathing, the first thing she did was grab my collar and send us to bed, with her clothes disappearing like mist, her lips pacifying mine as she sent me into a lusty frenzy. We end up naked and with me, as usually, on the bottom.
"You will stay. You are mine." Her possessive side showed itself with her voice and action, as she positioned herself on top of me, bathing my eyes in the glory of her thick and full body, with her ass just above my face. Fortunately my glasses were already resting on the bedside table because the next thing was her sitting down. Her breast was like clouds, softly caressing me everytime we cuddled but this was different. Her ass was meaty, more firm and it felt more like I was trapped. With no malice but lust, my prison was something I was starting to crave with every second passing, my lips with my tongue couldn't wait as I opened them and tasted her skin. I could hear her moans and I continued, my tongue reached her pale hole and I kissed her there. It was clear that she wanted to show me where I belong, under her protection and literally, herself.
My hands reached and grabbed her thighs that were just as addictive to touch like the rest of her body, her moans echoed in our room and were like honey to my ears. All worldly worries disappeared when I was with her, hidden and secured deep in lust and her body, it was like a pleasurable sanctuary that you breath in not the air, but lust. My tongue danced inside of her tasteless insides, and yet my pleasure grew as my brain felt something my tongue couldn't. But I also knew it wasn't the only thing that would happen as I felt my shaft being snuggled inside of her thick and cold mist. It was like an arm and hand that wasn't seen, an impossible shape that now held me tight and slowly but steady, moving its eternal fingers around my hard cock. I whimpered in between the kisses and licking, enjoying my pleasurable prison of Elaine's massive butt, with my body being played by her at the same time.
I couldn't think about anything else then her, my mind rejected all thoughts about even the slight possibility of Elaine leaving me. Her actions were explaining more than just words, I knew she wanted to stay and I was the happiest man alive at the moment. The pleasure grew as her misty hands stroked me faster and with that my tongue sped up, our pleasurable conversation continued with lust keeping high and lively. It's hard to say how long I was a happy prisoner of her body but I knew I could stay like this for more, if not for my own body giving up to the pleasure. My shaft felt like it was on fire as my mind reached its peak, my orgasm shot across my body and my seed shot into the air. With that I could feel her fake hands on my shaft stop, now moving gently and slowly across my cock, milking me till all was out.
Finally I could breathe with ease again. Elaine raised herself and sat down on the bed, pulling my head into her soft lap. My breathing grew as I rode the orgasmic pleasure still, with her real hand gently patting my head. I gazed at her mature and caring face, her eyes gleamed with love as we shared the moment of the aftercare before I slowly sailed into the land of dreams...
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Few problems at my job in strict documented matters arose as I found myself missing an old file with some of the company documents. Of course I could ask my contact at the place and they would find those in the archives but truth is I would like to do it myself, that is, find them in my basement when there are still few boxes left, never opened after my moving. Why would I make the other person work on something that could take me max half an hour and a short trip downstairs? With Elaine always chilling in my house, enjoying the flowers or finding weird interest in television, I left my darling and went down the cold staircase down. Walking into my house was like walking into a mansion, a castle with its wooden door and dancing shadows, my own secret safe room, but walking down was as magical as one could say. The always open white door to the basement was exposing the dark below of the building and now I started to question myself. My fear of dark dungeons like those still appeared to hide within my mind but I knew that it was mostly just childish imagination at play. After all, a ghost is living with me, therefore the basement couldn't store something worse. Or maybe, it could. After all, I know now that the paranormal world exists and my view on the world changed after the day I possessed that knowledge.
Maybe the imagination of a child could not be just a fake scare but a real glimpse behind the veil, maybe I was still feeling it because it was true? If ghosts exist, monsters exist too? The wolf and bears live in the caves so why not monsters, and those nightmarish creatures could as well live in basements of houses and blocks, dim and dark places could be a perfect spot to hide just below the human world, waiting to leave and attack. Was I really becoming too afraid to walk down?
"Ok, stop it now." I said aloud to myself and flipped the plastic switch on my left, the light bulb turned on and showed with it light the brown stairs leading down, the raw cement walls felt like dirty pale skin. I took the first step then another, making my fears stop attacking my mind and just rest in the back of my head, my objective to find the documents was my main motivation now. As I reached the path below I recognized the last time I was here, long corridors in both ways, darkness on my right was very unappealing while the unprotected lightbulbs on the left marked the way into the basement. I walked shortly into the first hallway on the side and reached the wooden door made of simple boards. With my keys I opened the new padlock and opened it, looking now at my boxes with old documents and not much more. An old and broken bike stood against the wall, a box with christmas decorations from my mother and a big but never opened toolbox stood next to it. I smiled remembering my parents but looked away and started to search the boxes for the file I needed.
It was not long till I found what I was looking for. I took the yellow file with documents inside and left the small room, locking the door behind me with the padlock. Walking back to the stairs something terrifying occurred to me. Like a lighting my mind comprehended one simple thing that shouldn't happen. The corridor before me was dark as the abyss itself, a simple light many metres away showed how long the corridor was, but the stairs leading up were on my right. I was living in the very last staircase and thereof, even remembering the last time I was in the basement, the long mysterious corridor shouldn't exist. Now my mind searched the memories and I could swear the last time, just after moving in here, there was just a simple pale wall at the place where now the long corridor stood.
"...And talking about the paranormal, do not summon or go anywhere you aren't supposed to. I will teach you how to stay safe." Voice of my psychiatrist rang out in my head. Perhaps it was it, the veil between words getting thinner and showing what could be on the other side, a secret world that now stood open for me. Something told me I should check it out. What if I didn't and never saw it again, what if the mystery of this place disappeared with me walking back to my house. I couldn't just leave it like that. Those thoughts seemed to invade my mind, it wasn't me thinking but something, maybe the place itself wanted me to explore it. I couldn't neglect my own safety but I felt my legs leading me into the darkness with a clear end destination that was a turn before me, lightened up by a window? Walking closer, it was indeed a window on the right wall, just before the corner leading to the left. Behind the window was nothing, just white endless void. I was too afraid to reach my hand into it to check if it was indeed an open, or perhaps just a fake wall, a void that gave me a headache just looking at the blinding light.
