Sex with a Ghost 1&2

After putting her to sleep, I had my bath and returned to the parlour. I couldn't bring myself to sleep. The date was a disaster; I should have allowed her to continue blabbing. Why did I even stop her? That was what spoilt the dinner but no one goes on a date to discuss spirit partners. It was supposed to be a moment for both of us to better know ourselves. The best thing to do is to apologize for the previous one and ask her out on a new one. I concluded and picked up Alexander BusyBrain's "Talent – The Bomb" and began reading, flipping the pages as I devoured the inspiring word of that great author.

About thirty minutes later, Heaven dressed in a sky blue pyjamas curled up on the other side of the couch. She was unusually subdued. Not wanting to pry, I said nothing, but the way she was fidgeting and biting her bottom lips, I could see that something was bothering her. It wasn't until almost before 11 Pm she suddenly sat up and crossed her legs. With her hands buried into the nest created by her calves, she looked up at me timidly.

"Pastor Alex…"

"Common" I interrupted her. "I have told you to stop calling me pastor when we are together like this"

"Oh, sorry but calling you just Alex feels weird"

"You calling me pastor feels that way too"

"Alex, can I ask you a question?" she sounded serious.

I brought down the book, looked over and saw a deep frustration and concern in her expressive eyes. She looked so serious; my heart skipped a beat as I ran what could be wrong with her. Is she going to complain about our date? What should I tell her?

"Yes, you can ask me anything. You looked worried. What is bothering you?"

"The question might come out strange oh" a nervous smile appeared on one side of her cheeks.

"Do you ever think of… of…" she stammered.

She cackled uneasily before saying "No".

"Then… what? Common, you can ask me".

Mustering courage, in an undertone, she asked "Do you ever think of sex?"

Her question threw me off guard. I never saw that coming in a million light-years. So, I responded with short crowed of joy. We have been friends; we discussed every other but never sex.

Sensing how irritated I was by the question, she asked, "Have you done it before?"

"Is it the alcohol that is speaking?" I inquired.

"No! I'm a hundred per cent" she assured me.

"You didn't look that way when I brought you in not long ago?"

"You want to change the topic and avoid my question. That little trick of yours won't work on me today"

I was trapped, I took a deep breath, knowing there was no way I could escape not answering her question. I cleared my throat and looked away, "I have done it more than I can remember. Plus, I do think of sex sometimes. I mean, I am flesh and blood too. I didn't fall from the sky. But I try not to think of it often as it will only lead me to sin"

Her mouth opens in surprise. "More than you can remember" She repeated it, one word at a time like she was finding it hard to believe.

"Yes, but that was when I was still in the world"

"So you were a bad boy before?"

"Yes. A little but Christ changed all that"

"That's nice," she said and her smile died a quick death. Seconds after, her eyes came alive and she beseeched "Just for asking sake".

"Ok" I nodded in agreement wondering what she was about to ask. Will I have sex with her? God, let it be that; I prayed silently.

"Who would you want to have sex with among the congregation in church?"

"Heaven!" I shouted in total astonishment. "How would you expect a man of God to answer such a question?"

"But that's why I said it is just for asking sake" she made a cute face and pulled closer to me that her shoulders touched mine. "Pleaseeeee" she begged.

"Alright" I stared above trying to think of someone different. I couldn't tell her she is the only one I would want to have sex with, in the entire church. That she is the only one out there that drives me crazy.

I found myself most times fantasizing about her, wanting her, thinking about wrapping my hands around her, saying to hell with my damn calling, and kissing her throat, then tangling my finger in her wide mass of black hair. I saw myself tumbling into bed with her, both of us half-naked, sweating and eager. I wanted to feel her anxious fingers on my skin as I thrust into her, not giving a damn whether she is my sister in Christ.

"Stella" I responded after a short thought.

"Really?" a frown formed on her face. Her lips folded in on themselves.

"Yes. I mean, she is beautiful with a good shape and a devoted Christian"

"So, I am not pretty or devoted enough for you?" her brown eyes began to tear up.

Oh, God. How many times have I heard of a young woman not realizing how beautiful she was? Seeing her doubt herself like that broke my heart, and I reached out and took her hand in mine.

"My dear, you are stunningly beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in that church. Never doubt that." Smiling at her, I squeezed her hand. To my relief, she smiled back.

Avoiding my gaze, she asked innocently, "Can I sleep with you this night?"