Sex with a Ghost 1&2

David woke up, stretched his arms and legs, took a look at the wall clock, it was twenty-six minutes to Nine pm. His breath smells of alcohol; his entire body smells. He still had time, so he decided to rush his bath before she came. He unlocked the door but shut it.

While under the shower, he ran through how it will all play out in his head. He won't allow that ghost to touch him again. Once he sets his eyes on her, he is so calling her name and let her be gone. If he can successfully free himself from this girl or ghost, he will give skirt-chasing a hard break.

Lost in introspect, he was brought back to his living nightmare by a soft knock on the door. He kept quiet waiting to be sure it wasn't in his head. The knock came again, this time louder.

Should he answer or not? Or just keep quiet till she gets exhausted from knocking and leaves? But she will just return the next night and the one after that till he answers. Should he just walk naked to the door and call her by her name and be done with it once and for all. What should he do? How would he get away from this mess? What if she is not even the one knocking?

"Yes! Who is that?" he answered manning up to face his fears.

"It is me Nevaeh" came a sexy voice from the other side of the door.

"Oh beautiful; please come in the door isn't locked"

He heard someone enter his sitting room and the door shut behind.

"Were you expecting someone else?"

"Not really, baby. Make yourself comfortable, I will be out in a minute"

"Won't you invite me to come to join you in the bathroom?"

"You know I live for kissing you, it is my salvation and I will die with the memory of them but am handling a different kind of business right now"

"Alright, I will be waiting in the bedroom. Don't keep a girl waiting…"

David collapsed against the wall, frustrated and scared to the bones. His heart beating like a drum, his nerves strung tight as high wires; with shaking like someone with a fever.

What would he do? Why not step out noiselessly, lock her in that room and run to his only elder brother. But what can stop a ghost from finding him anywhere in the world? He could also go to the room and call her name before she said anything. Why is he even scared of her? If she had plans of hurting him, she would have done it. She had plenty of opportunities; slit his throat while he slept, cut off his dick while they were having sex or just shoot him in the head from behind.

He went back under the water and just allowed it to rush through his head, washing away his fears and sins. It felt like water baptism, he was a new man; a brave one ready to fight the good fight of faith against witches and spirits. A few minutes afterwards, he stepped out from the bathroom heading towards the bedroom ready to take on anything.

Now behind the bedroom door, David took a deep breath to relax his nerves and reduce the built-up tension in his lungs. Once he enters the room, just one of them is getting back out. But from where he is standing, she is the one that will disappear into thin air; he is certain of that.

He burst open the door to meet Nevaeh seated at the end of the bed, her head bowed, and a shining stainless pistol beside her. David didn't see that coming in a billion years; responsively he called out

"Heaven!" Expecting her to disappear but to his dismay, nothing happened.

His pause accelerated; hands sweaty as he kicked into panic mode.

"Heaven!" he called out again in a shaking voice as his eyes burnt with tears. Yet nothing happened.

He was about to dive for the door running for his dear life when she pointed the pistol at him.

"I'm Nevaeh, not Heaven… just shut the fuck up and get on your knees"

She ordered with the gun still pointed at him. In split second, he was down on his knees with hands in the air. Surprise instantly overtook his fears. At least this shows he hasn't been sleeping with a ghost but what has he done? Why is a gun pointed at him? He looked above the gun to her face; her eyes blood red, she was burning with anger and rage.

"What… what have I done?" he struggled to ask, words barely coming out from his mouth.

She stood from the bed, gun still pointed, walked a little closer to him, made a sorry-face before responding

"Oh baby, you did nothing" she paused for some seconds as her eyes suddenly were clouded with tears "But you fucking brother, Peter…" the words seemed to be coming from a very dark and sad place.