Sex with a Ghost 1&2

When I thought I have heard enough for one night, Heaven came up with another. I was in shock and speechless for a moment, different ideas floored me. This is a temptation, the work of the Devil, so I choked out, "No, Heaven, I don't think so. That's really a bad idea."

Showing her usual stubborn streak, Heaven cast aside my protest. "Why? I'm only talking about sleeping, okay? I just want to feel warm and have your skin close to mine. The night is really cold…"

"Sweet… Jesus! I'm your pastor…" I said in exasperation, "I care for you, I want you, and I wish we could lie together but I can't. That's like stepping into the fire with both eyes wide open. And no man in his right senses will do that."

"How? What kind of temptation would that be? It's not like we are going to do anything. I'm not going to be naked self. So where will the temptation come from? Unless you are telling me you don't have self-control"

"I have self-control but lying next to you will heat up the blood of any man, I included" she smiled childishly. "That's the reason why I won't sleep next to you."

Her frown returned and it picked my heart. Whenever I see her unhappy, I would want to please her, I guess that's what you do when you love someone truly.

"Alex, just this once, I promise not to bother you with my touchy feelings again," she said in a child's tone rubbing her palms slowly against each other.

I don't know what came over me. I like to think I simply gave in because of how desperate she looked, but deep down, I know I couldn't pass up the chance to have her that close to me. To feel those breasts pressed against me, even if it was just by accident. With a defeated nod, I agreed.

"Ok, but this stays between us"

She gave me a suspicious look, "Common, Alex, I'm not a child"

"But you behave like one sometimes"

Smiling brightly, she whispered "I'm going to get ready for bed" and jumped from the couch heading to my bedroom.

I shook my head and watched hopelessly as she bounded out of the living room.

God, what have I done? What have I gotten myself into? What was I thinking? I questioned myself as I followed slowly behind.

I was scared to the bone by the time I made it to the bedroom. I'm a pastor to this young lady; I should not be getting in bed with her, even if I have made up to my mind marry her. On this bed with her, anything can happen. I should leave her here and return to sleep on the couch. That will save me the trouble I'm about to get myself into.

All those complain fell on the deaf ears of my cock. With a mind of its own, it stiffens with each step, proving it didn't give a damn! "Just get in bed, fall asleep immediately, and it will be all over in the morning," I told myself as I climbed into bed with her.

Heaven was curled up on the other side, with the bedsheets pulled up tightly around her. Now, I was the one who was trembling with nerves, I stayed as close to my edge as possible before switching off the light.

"Goodnight, Alex," she said pleasantly. "I just know it's going to be joyous waking up next to you."

"Goodnight, Heaven. Pray and get some sleep"

"I prayed before you came in" she responded with a sigh.

I lay there for a moment, thinking that everything might work out and I will wake up without committing fornication with her. Then I heard my name.

"Alex?"

"Yes," I responded without turning over.

"Are you not going to hold me?"

A mixture of fear and excitement swept through me and my eyes popped open.

"What? I thought you are about to sleep?"

"I want to be held like my father used to hold me. That was the whole point, remember?"

A heady mix of dread and desire boiled through me. Everything I have learned from the Bible, and everything I thought about myself as a man of God, slowly bent and cracked under the subtle pressure of my desire to touch this girl. I just couldn't resist the desire to own and possess her body like an evil spirit. If she hadn't asked, then I would have kept my cool.

Slowly, wordlessly, I rolled over and spooned her hips against me. From my thighs to my chest, the incredible softness of her body press against mine, I slipped my arms around her, resting my hand just under her breasts.

How is it that this girl seems to have so much control over me and my decisions? I wondered still holding her. Could it be possible that she has washed her private part into my food? It is believed to work magic and could make a man lose his sense for that particular woman; doing anything she requests for and would never want to see her sad. It is quite common in Lagos, where women are desperate for husbands and will go any length to tie down any man they want. My love for Heaven was turning into something else, that a fact but she couldn't do that to me. I am a man of the cloth, those kinds of petty tricks and charms don't work on those like me, who strongly believe in God. If she did it, my mind won't be able to question the authenticity of my love or lust for her.

It was beginning to feel like what I had with Philomena. Though, this was different in the sense that I was sure she is real and not some spirit partner. Maybe I am overthinking everything. I have them say love is crazy, maybe this is exactly what they met.