Hold Me

Kathy's eyes darted open, gazing upon the little green numbers of her alarm clock, the only light in the darkness that engulfed her room. 3:15 AM. Four hours before her alarm was set to go off, yet she was wide awake. It was unlike her to be up so early and alert. As if something had stirred her from her slumber. She sat up, scanning the room. For what, she wouldn't be able to say for sure. The room felt more occupied. As if someone else was there. But there was nothing. Yet it felt like there had been someone with her.

A dream. Clearly, she'd been in the midst of a dream. That had to be it.

She laid back down, trying to force herself to go back to sleep, yet to no avail. Odd though. It had been only a few weeks since she moved into the apartment, but it was unlike her to have trouble finding her rest. Now she was wide awake, surging with energy that no large amount of sheep or hours of soothing nature sounds blasting from her tablet was going to dispel any time soon.

“Damn,” she muttered, wiping the dust from her eyes. Just lying there was boring her to tears. Since sleep was going to be out of the question, she figured she'd get an early start on her day. Kathy sat up, but as she pushed her sheets aside, a shiver ran over her skin. She was surprised how cold the air in her bedroom was. It was barely October, but it felt like she's woken up in the dead of winter. Her thin nightie did little to warm her, and she cursed herself for not wearing anything over it.

She was about to get up and rummage through her closet for a sweater or some thick wooly socks when she finally saw it. Kathy let out a startled shriek upon realizing a apparition stood silently in the corner of her bedroom. The faint figure, its body composed of an off-white haze, stretched its arms out toward her, rocking itself left to right as if in a trance. It had no discernible face, and where its eyes would have been was occupied by a misty darkness. As it moved its arms, an pale afterimage was left in their wake, creating a dis-fragmented effect in its movements. The spectre frightened her, but not enough to prevent her from talking to it.

“Who are you?” Kathy gasped. “Get out!”

“Can…see?” a wispy voice asked. Kathy's blood froze. She curled up into a ball, pulling up her sheets to create a barrier between her and the figure that stood in the corner.

The spectre stepped forward. Kathy's heart began to race. She nervously looked around, trying to find something to fight it off. But what the spectre said next shocked her even more.

“Please…hold…me…?”

“What?” said Kathy.

“No…one…see…me…,” it said. “…Lonely…please…hold…me?”

Watching the figure, Kathy calmed down. It did not seem threatening. In fact, it appeared more shy than anything. Shy…and plagued by terrible loneliness. More at ease, Kathy straightened her back and spoke directly to the apparition. “Who are you? What do you mean by ‘hold me’? What do you want?”

The spectre let out a weak moan, raising its arm and motioning its fingers. Allowing herself to get a better look at the ghostly figure, Kathy could now see it was a man, his body lean, bordering on thin. The apparition spoke up, his voice now more discernable. “Please…cold…alone…hold…me?”

Kathy sat up on her knees on the bed. Her fear had left her, with pity taking its place. She could not in good conscience deny the figure his request, no matter how odd it may seem. As if under the control of some unseen force, she held her arms out, beckoning for the spectre to approach her. “Come here,” she said, with a slight tremble in her voice. “I'll hold you.”

In a flash, the spectre suddenly stood right before her. The figure of mist embraced Kathy with cold arms. For a moment, it was as if the air in her lungs vanished. His fingers slid gently through her hair, which managed to put her a bit at ease. She was astonished she could touch the ghostly figure, despite that he resembled a mist made form of man. The hairs on her neck darted up as she returned the embrace, yet she felt no fear. It was ease…no, comfort that she felt. As if she was held by an old friend, feeling cold breath grazing against her neck. The spectre began to shake, as if he was crying. Kathy placed her hand on his head and began to stroke it. She held him close, doing her best to comfort the distraught apparition with a gentle caress.

“Shhh, it's okay. Don't cry,” she whispered.

She looked up, half expecting to finally see a set of eyes. In her moment of comfort, she'd forgotten that the figure had no face to meet. All the more her surprise when she suddenly felt the touch of his lips on hers.

Kathy moved back, startled by his sudden kiss. She felt her face turning red, her skin now radiating more warmth than the figure that had his hands around her waist. She couldn't believe that she'd just been kissed by a man who wasn't there. Nor could she believe it when, after a brief pause, she overcame her shock and leaned back in, returning the kiss. His mouth was cold to the touch, breathing cold air into her lungs. Yet the passion that he kissed her with was explosive. So entranced by their kiss, Kathy failed to notice that the spectre began to gently lower her onto her back until her head hit the mattress.

“Oh,” she gasped quietly, watching the man hovering over her. His breath grazed her skin. Her own breathing pace increased. She shivered as he placed his hand on her shoulder, slowly pushing the strap of her nightie aside, freeing her bosom. The cold air radiating from the figure caused her nipples to harden. Kathy laid there, breathing heavily as his hands grasped onto her breasts, gently massaging them. Under any other circumstances, she might’ve swatted his hands off of her body. But his gentle caress and the way he held her, his grip strong but tender in its own way, was soothing.

More than soothing.

Comforting.

Arousing.

The spectre lowered his head, sliding down past Kathy’s neck and pressing his featureless face against her chest. She curled her toes and bit her lip as she felt his cold breath graze her most sensitive areas. Kathy nearly gasped as she felt teeth gently taking hold of her nipple, his tongue flicking it with a playful tempo. She was thankful it was too dark for him to see her face, because she was blushing something fierce when she realized how wet she'd gotten just from his touch alone.

“Mmn,” Kathy moaned. As by a reflex, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her own hands clasped onto the spectre's back, slowly transversing down to his hips. She kissed his neck, gently digging her teeth into what had felt like flesh, baring the chilly cold that emitted from it. She then took his buttocks in her hands and pressed him down against her body. “Oh!” she gasped, feeling his hardened cock against her stomach. She hadn’t seen it earlier, but is presence and arousal was now impossible to miss. The cold aura that had been emitting from the man in her bed vanished, turning to a pleasant warmth that enticed Kathy even further. She writhed her hips against him, feeling the full girth of his erection. She swayed her body to the rhythm, gasping as she felt his pelvis push up against hers.

For the briefest of moments, she snapped out of her reverie. What am I doing? she thought. How are we doing this? Who is he? How can I feel him like this? This can't be real, can it? But when she felt his lips against her neck, the moving up to gently suck on her earlobe, all her doubts and questions melted away like snow in the sun.

Fuck it, she thought. She pushed the Spectre away, putting some space between them, then let her hands wander down to her hips, grasping onto the straps of her panties, pulling them down her legs and kicking them off her feet. In a moment of devious mischief, she laid on the bed and moved her knees apart, flashing the spectral visitor a full view of her wet pussy.

“Is this what you want?” she said in the sultriest tone she could.

The spectre reacted with shock, jolting back as if he’d just realized what they had been doing and was now struck by shame and bashfulness. That shyness that had kept him in its grip reclaimed control over him. Realizing this, Kathy leaped back up and placed her one hand on his neck, shushing as she tried to soothe him. “Shh. Don’t worry. It's okay,” she whispered, while she took his cock into her other hand, gently stroking it. This seemed to do it, as the spectre’s temperature turned warmer once more. He leaned in, kissing Kathy on the lips as he guided her body down onto the bed. His hands buried themselves into her hair. Kathy cooed, enjoying the massage of her scalp. Her body felt as if it had been struck by electricity, a surge or power and lust coursing through her veins.

She could no longer deny herself the pleasure. His cock still in her hand, she slowly guided it toward her vulva. She massaged his neck until he’d laid his body back down onto her, their hips now parallel to one another as his cock lined up with her cunt. Without much effort, he glided past her folds, his cock pushed deeper inside Kathy by her own grip on his ass guiding him.

The sensation was electrifying. Kathy gasped, trying to find a syllable to voice, but all words and sounds failed her. The figure pushed deep into her, then slowly retreated, before sliding back in. Kathy grasped tightly onto her sheets, pulling them toward her as her lover moved in and out of her with a gentle pace. When he hit her cervix, a high-pitched giggle escaped her. This can't be real, she thought, laughing through her disbelief while she let the pleasure take hold of her. As if possessed, she let her hands find and clasp onto his buttocks once again, digging her nails into the non-existing flesh.

He increased his pace, yet the gentle rhythm made Kathy feel safe in his presence. Her ghostly lover pressed himself down on her, yet he was so light it was as if she was covered by a soft comforter. A surge of energy coursed through her every time his cock pushed into her. She gasped, feeling his cold breath on her face and lips, his fingers clutching onto her hair. Despite being consumed by her reverie, she found the will to grab onto his left wrist with her hand, taking it and guiding it up to her face. She kissed his cold palm, letting her tongue glide over his fingers, then slipped his index finger past her lips, sucking on it as she moaned.

The Spectre gasped. This act had the desired effect, as his shaft stiffened inside her. All the hair on Kathy’s arms rose, her body struck by the clashing sensations of both chilling cold and fiery heat.

“Goddamn!” she gasped.

“Too…much?” her ghostly lover asked.

She leaned toward the spectre's ear, resting her chin on his shoulder.

“Faster,” she whispered. “Don't hold back.”

Guiding her lover by pushing his body up against hers, the spectre's pace increased as he followed her lead. Kathy leaned back, pressing her head into her mattress as the figure thrust inside her at a steady tempo, her exposed breasts swaying up and down from the rambunctious vigor of his lovemaking. She kept pushing him deeper into her, feeling his hardened cock enter the deepest and most sensitive parts of her sex, bringer her closer to climax.

“K…keep going,” Kathy gasped.

“Cl…ose?” the wispy voice asked. Kathy replied with a pleased moan and the biting of her lips. She nodded, encouraging him wordlessly to not hold back for even a moment. The Spectre increased his pace, as she clasped her pussy down onto his cock. To ensure he would not falter, Kathy threw her legs around him, locking her ankles together to keep him right where she wanted him.

She closed her eyes, feeling the jolt of electricity shoot up into her brain. “Ah…ahhh,” she moaned softly, her body exploding into a gentle release. For a moment, every fiber of her being seemed to shiver, her skin radiating vibrations of pure delight. Gravity no longer had its grip on her, as Kathy felt as if she now floated above the bed. Her toes curled and the sheets clutched hard in her hands, she fought to catch her breath. Another surge shot through her body as her pussy was filled. The Spectre let out one final grunt, holding his cock in place as he shivered as well, gasping softly as he came inside her.

Reeling from her orgasm, Kathy panted. She felt as if the smile on her face would never leave her. She shook her head side to side, feeling the soft fabrics of her sheets on her bare skin, her body supercharged to a degree it was as if she could feel every individual strand caress her. For the life of her, Kathy couldn’t remember the last time she had an orgasm like that. Nor was it enough, as her body screamed for more from her ghostly lover. She yearned to be fucked like that again.

Thus, all the greater her shock that, when she opened her eyes, there was no-one there.

“Hello?” Kathy said confused. She shivered. It was cold again. Flustered, she pulled her nighty back up to cover her breasts. She retreated under her blankets, trying to make sense of what the hell had just happened, and where her lover had gone to.

For a moment, she wondered if it had all been a dream. But it was far too real. To visceral. The passion had left her heart racing. All over her body, she could still feel traces of where he had kissed and touched her. She slipped her hand between her legs, feeling not only her own fluids, but also traces of a transparent, somewhat illuminating substance leaking out of her pussy.

There was no way it had been a dream.

Where had he gone?

***

The events of that night, for lack of better term, haunted Kathy in the days to come. While not divulging the more explicit details of her 'encounter', she did share her tale with some of the people in the neighborhood and anyone else who cared to listen. Although she couldn't find anything concrete, there were stories of a previous tenant in the building. Rumors of a young piano player from years ago, dying alone after falling from a stepping stool as he was fixing a broken light, and tales of his spirit supposedly still haunting the building to this day, popped up among the older neighbors. One person, an older woman, claimed to have known the man. A shy fellow who seemed ever so lonely, only to die so unfortunately. Kathy didn't know what to think about any of it. Was it a one-time appearance? Had she really been with the lost spirit of a dead man? No, that couldn't be true, could it? If so, the thought that something non-corporeal could just walk into her room and seduce her like that spooked her. But a more vocal, adventurous and-to her own delight-horny part of her, wished he would do so again.

For five days, she wondered what she'd do if he did return. Would she freak out? Would she pack her bags and leave her new place? Or would that devious part of her take hold? It was, despite the frightening aspects of the idea of a ghost in her apartment, still very exciting. What was she to do?

It was on the sixth day that she realized the answer to that question.

***

On the seventh night, a week after the first encounter, Kathy's eyes darted open. 3:15 AM. She was wide awake once again. The air felt cold. She looked to the corner of the room, seeing the ghostly spectre standing there, watching her. Kathy pulled the sheets from her bed, revealing her naked body to her ghostly visitor in all its splendor. She spread her legs out to grant him full view of herself, as she beckoned him to come closer with her extended arms, her fingers motioning for him to come toward her.

“Took you long enough,” she said with a devilish smirk. “Come. Hold me.”

END