0 comments/ 14417 views/ 0 favorites Heavenly By: angelus2004 Summary: This is the 2nd in my series of O-Town visuals with my character, Kira. The first in the series is "Almost Caught", so check that out if you haven't already. :) Rating: R/NC-17 depending on how you see it. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the members of O-Town, their families, management or anyone else who should happen to appear that is famous. ***** Kira walked into the kitchen to see Dan carrying a pot of pasta into the dining room. Ashley and Erik were following him with plates, while Trevor carried a second pan of food. Deciding to be helpful, Kira grabbed glasses and silverware and followed them to the large dining room. "So...I heard that you were making out with Jake. Again," Erik rolled his eyes. "You could say that," Kira grinned. Dinner went smoothly. Kira sat between Ashley and Jacob. Toward the end of the meal, the phone rang and Dan went to answer it. "Trevor! Phone!" he yelled through the house. Trevor got up as Erik said he wanted to work on a song. Jacob offered to help him. Standing, Jacob kissed Kira's cheek and followed Erik out to the studio. "That leaves us on kitchen duty," Kira looked at Ashley. "Don't even try to back out of it, either." "But Kira," Ashley whined. "No. You're helping Mr. Angel," She smiled. "So there," she stuck her tongue out at him as she picked up the pasta and carried it into the kitchen. Ashley followed her with the vegetables and after being put in smaller containers, both were placed in the refrigerator. Kira was standing at the sink, filling it with hot water when Ashley walked up behind her, placing a stack of plates in the soapy water. His hands rested on the edge of the counter. "Did you and Jake have fun earlier?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Kira froze for a second. "Well, you interrupted us, but yeah," Kira said smoothly. "I thought I got there at the end of it, actually," Ashley replied. His voice was low and it sent shivers up and down Kira's spine. "End of what?" Kira wondered, putting on an innocent facade as she started to wash the dishes. "Your little sexual escapade," Ashley moved next to her, taking the dishes from her, rinsing them and drying them before putting them off to the side so they could be put away. "Our what?" Kira didn't look at him. She knew her cheeks were getting pink, she could feel the heat from her blush. "You know what I'm talking about, Kira, I know you do." Kira looked at him. His blue eyes were darker than usual. Kira swallowed. She looked away quickly, focusing on washing the dishes. "You're into voyeurism?" Ashley smirked. "Are you?" Kira challenged. "Sometimes," he shrugged. Kira nodded, not believing she was having this conversation with one of Jacob's best friends. "Like today, I got to experience something," Ashley went on. "What?" Kira asked, praying that he hadn't seen them. Of course, part of her was turned on that he might have. "Well, I saw one of my friends with his girlfriend," Ashley put away the dishes he'd dried. He walked across the kitchen, placing the glasses in the cupboards before returning to her side. "They were outside," his voice dropped. "In a chair." Kira's breath caught in her throat. So, they had been caught. So much for 'almost caught'. "Oh?" Kira asked. "And...what'd you think?" the dishes had been washed and now she was washing her hands. "It was...okay," he remarked nonchalantly. "Just okay?" Kira dried her hands, turning toward him. He was standing close to her. She could smell his cologne, his aftershave, and his hair gel. "Well...I know one way it could've been better," his voice was low and erotic as he spoke. Kira took a deep breath, closing her eyes momentarily. "And that would be?" "If it'd been me," Ashley's voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke. Kira opened her eyes and looked at him. He stepped closer to her, one hand going to her waist, pulling her closer to him. He looked in her eyes before his eyes moved down to her lips. He licked his lips subconsciously. His eyes flicked back to her own. Kira noticed his hesitation before slowly bending his head and kissing her gently. Kira's head was reeling. She'd never thought in a million years that she'd be in this position. Part of her was nagging at her, saying 'Remember Jacob. Your boyfriend'. Another part, a bigger part, was enjoying the feel of Ashley's lips against her own. Against her own accord, Kira moaned into the kiss, her arms going to wrap around Ashley's neck, her hands burying themselves in his thick hair. Ashley's passion flared as Kira gave into her senses. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her against him roughly, letting her feel the effect she had on him. He deepend the kiss, his tongue snaking into her mouth as his hands lifted Kira against him. Kira wrapped her legs around Ashley as he started walking backwards, toward the small table in the breakfast nook. A moment later, she was sitting on the table, her legs still wrapped around Ashley's waist. His hands left her body as he unzipped his pants. Kira's hands moved from Ashley's hair, where she'd been tugging on it lightly to the bottom of his shirt. She pulled it up and over his head, running her hands up his back. She heard Ashley groan against her as his lips moved to her neck, sucking and nipping at the flesh he found. Kira was focusing on running her fingernails up and down Ashley's chest and back- something that Jacob always loved. She was rewarded with a series of groans and grunts from Ashley. Then his hands were pushing her skirt up. Then he was pressed against her, rubbing himself against her panties. Ashley brought his head up, looking into her eyes, asking for permission. Kira nodded and lifted her hips to aid Ashley in the removal of her panties. Kira looked into Ashley's eyes, which were no longer the sky blue they usually were, but a deep blue. Smoldering. That was the word to describe his eyes. Kira closed her eyes, moaning in the back of her throat when Ashley rubbed himself against her core, his hands going under her shirt, caressing her breasts. He leaned forward and took one nipple between his teeth, biting down gently, causing Kira to buck her hips up, taking him into her. Kira gasped as Ashley stretched her. He waited a moment, his lips still attached to her chest before he started to move. His movements were slow and even. Kira threw her head back, breathing deeply. She heard Ashley grunt when he started to speed his movements up. Sensations washed over Kira, the ends of her nerves felt electrified. Ashley sped up his movements, moving in and out of her quickly, his mouth moving to her neck. Kira brought her head up and kissing Ashley passionately. A second later, she felt the beginnings of an orgasm wash over her. She moaned into Ashley's mouth, her fingernails digging into the skin of his back as she shuddered around his length. Ashley followed her into bliss a moment later, collapsing on her slightly. "That was..." "Wow," Kira breathed. "You really are an angel," she laughed. "Why do you say that?" Ashley jerked his hips forward, making her gasp. "'Cause, that was heavenly." Authors Note: Well...my 2nd O-Town visual. I hadn't originally planned on writing this, but Katie was so insistent that I just had to. lol. So...what'd you guys think? I don't think it's that good..it took me about half an hour to write it...But, anyhoo, let me know what you guys think about it! Heavenly she had been locked in her cage for about an hour, cast into total darkness by the thick and heavy black blanket covering the sturdy metal bars which confined her. Throughout the hour, she had heard how our Master had used me painfully. my elder slave sister had heard every scream, every groan, every slice of the single tail, every rattling of the chains, every protest of the bed... But at last, as my body was given a respite, it was time for us to trade places. It was time for her to be the focus of our Master's attention. i had been released from my bonds, only to have a leash added to my collar with a small lock keeping it in place. The other end of the leash was affixed to the headboard with another small lock, thus ensuring that i could move about a limited area but not escape. That was fine, for i did not wish to leave, reveling in the agony of my flesh and wanting to see what my slave sister would endure, hoping to learn from her extra year of our Master's loving tutelage. Sitting on the edge of the bed, i watched with great interest. After having spent about an hour in total darkness, she flinched noticeably at the light in the Master bedroom when the thick blanket was suddenly lifted away. The young Asian slave squinted as she looked up at our Master, her eyes displaying her readiness to serve in any capacity He desired. After having whipped and paddled and spanked me for such a long time, i had a strong suspicion that our Master would not hurt my slave sister, at least not in the same way. In fact, He often gave me the vast majority of the pain whenever His sadism truly seized Him, giving my elder slave sister just enough pain to satisfy her needs and then taking His pleasure from her body. Conversely, He rarely made use of my body for His sexual gratification. As odd as that may seem to an outsider, it made perfect sense within the triad, for there was a clear hierarchy, and i was at the bottom of the ladder in the relationship. she was just like me: naked save for her collar. her leash had previously been left on the floor, just out of her reach, and she and i both watched with keen interest as our Master squatted and reached for it, then thrust His hands between the bars of the cage to attach the leash to the D-ring at the front of her bejeweled leather collar. Once she had been leashed, He took the key ring off a belt loop and soon had given her a quasi-freedom, holding the other end of the leash as she crawled out. From His pocket, our Master then produced two more small locks, using one to ensure the leash remained attached to the D-ring, and the other to affix the opposite end of the leash to one of the bars atop the cage. "b," He said, addressing me flatly. "The anal lube." He was going to take His pleasure from her tightest passage. Admittedly, i was a little jealous, for i had yet to experience anal sex, or anal play of any kind, and i knew that my slave sister had not enjoyed such an experience in quite some time. i practically dove across the bed to where a small box of anal lube shooters awaited on the nightstand, then hurried to hand the box to our Master, smiling sweetly as i eagerly anticipated watching the upcoming act. "Lay over the cage, a," He commanded my slave sister. she crawled out of the cage, moving slowly, her limbs almost certainly protesting after her lengthy confinement, and she carefully stood, bending over the top of the cage and gripping one of the bars rather firmly. Removing two of the lube shooters from the box, our Master set the box aside and placed a single shooter into His shirt pocket. He stepped up behind my slave sister, gently scratched her lower cheeks, and then twisted off the tab of the shooter. He took His time in slowly squeezing out the lube, applying it all around her tiny star --actually, i was not able to see the application due to my slave sister's position, but i knew exactly what was happening. The expression on her face was wonderful. she had told me once before that the lube is initially cool when it touches the skin, and that the coolness is, as she said, "heavenly" in such an unusual, forbidden place. The smile spreading across her lips was all the proof i needed to know that she wanted to feel Him inside her, and i wished that the leash would allow me to go to her and caress her as our Master used her body for His pleasure. For just a moment, i imagined myself kissing her as she moaned into my mouth... He tossed the first, empty shooter into the nearby, strategically-placed trash can, and removed the second lube shooter from His shirt pocket. This time, more of the shooter disappeared from my view, and from the sounds, it was evident that He had pressed the tip of the shooter inside her, bypassing the sphincter to lubricate her from within. i wondered how that cool lube would feel inside me, but i guessed from my slave sister's softening eyes that it also felt "heavenly." After throwing away the second empty shooter, our Master turned to me and slowly began to undress. He did not give me a strip tease, but there was still something sensual and erotic about it, and when at last His hearty shaft came into view, i found my mouth was watering, my mind already hoping that He would allow me to pleasure Him with my mouth, even if only for a few seconds. Instead of a few seconds, He allowed me to ingest him for several minutes. Kneeling on the floor before Him, i tried to use all my skills with my mouth, my tongue, my hands, and even my throat to give Him the pleasure He craved. i knew that my job was not to cause Him to fill my belly with His seed; instead, my job was to ensure His hardness, to make His strong erection throb with need, and judging from how His hands curled in my long hair, i knew that He was quite satisfied with my efforts. With His manhood bobbing freely, He went to retrieve another anal lube shooter, this time applying the lube to Himself. It was time, and, having watched it all, my slave sister knew it. her first sound was a small one, almost too soft to be heard, as the tip of our Master's manhood pressed between her buttocks. her hands gripped the bar more firmly, her naked arms flexing. The give and take was impressive to watch. He would press forward a little, then back out of her. she would hiss and groan from the discomfort of being slowly pried open, then inhale deeply to ground herself. Soon the young Asian slave was backing into the anal invader, secretly willing the bulbous tip to embed itself within her tight passage sooner rather than later. When at last the tip was fully inside her, she cried out softly, her torso rising, her breasts lifting up from the top of the sturdy cage. her eyes were wide, displaying the myriad sensations and emotions coursing through her body and her mind as He gave her time to adjust to the penetration. Slowly, carefully, He snaked into her bowels, a hand gently caressing her back to help her remain calm and grounded. her eyes met mine several times, and it was clear that the discomfort was passing, that the truly "heavenly" part of this forbidden act was just beginning. Only when i felt our Master's eyes upon me did i realize what i was doing: i was masturbating. i was touching myself sexually, which was absolutely forbidden unless i had been given explicit permission to engage in self-pleasure. i froze, my eyes wide with shame and apprehension, for i knew what the punishment would be: Electrosex. Yet the thought of having caught me breaking one of the most fundamental rules of my slavery to Him seemed to have given Him inspiration, for He gripped my slave sister's hips, not caring that whatever lube remained on His hands was being inadvertently applied where it was neither intended nor needed, and began to increase the pace. The cage made very little noise as my Master and my slave sister engaged in one of society's strongest sexual taboos. her soft sounds of pleasure began to escalate, eventually becoming sounds of incoherency. The anal lube was definitely working as intended, allowing our Master to use her, to plunder her bowels with more force than i remembered Him having used with her in the past. Although i was purposely no longer touching myself, i was wet, my jealousy manifested in the gentle flow from my body. i wanted to be in her position. i wanted to be bent over the end of the cage with our Master embedded within me, moving with a sense of urgency, His voice crescendoing. On a whim, i slid off the bed and moved as close to my slave sister as my twice-locked leash would allow. When i had used up the slack, i extended a hand toward her in a gesture of solidarity. she reached out toward me, and fortunately my leash was just long enough to allow us to hold hands. That was when our Master reached forward, gathered her lengthy hair in one of His large hands, and pulled. her high-pitched voice gave rise to a new jealousy within me as the pain in her scalp melded with the pleasure in her bowels to fill the Master bedroom with her total submission. With His loud growl, i knew that He was emptying His lust deep inside her, continuing to thrust into her until at last He was sated. He lay upon her, pressing her flesh into the top of the cage in a way which clearly must have been uncomfortable for her, but she definitely did not complain. He had released her hair, leaving behind a slight sheen from the lube which had been on His hand, and that sheen gave the image before me a greater importance as it was seared into my kinky mind. As our Master caught His breath, He looked directly at me, freezing me in place as i continued to hold my slave sister's hand. "Next time, b," He promised, "will be you." i eagerly await that "heavenly" experience. Heavenly Angel My Ghostly Valentine This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * A man is stalked by a ghost, albeit a beautiful ghost, his dream woman. Did you ever feel you're being watched and that someone is following you, stalking you? Feeling so disconcerted that you turn around and every time you do, there's no one there and you're alone with your bad self and your paranoid imagination. Still the foreboding feeling doesn't stop and you're certain there's someone watching your every movement. You just know there's someone there. You can just feel it and feel them stalking you and watching you. As if you're being watched on camera, only there are no cameras where you are because the feeling doesn't just happen outside, but indoors, too. Yeah, sure, there are a lot of cameras everywhere today, but not where you live. It happens in your apartment, while watching television. It happens in your bedroom, while trying to fall asleep. It happens in your bathroom while showering, going to the toilet, shaving, brushing your teeth, and, you know, doing other things. At first I thought I was imagining things and being jittery and paranoid, but then things in my apartment were moved around, as if someone or something had been there and was looking at and going through all my personal stuff. A desk drawer ajar, a kitchen cabinet door left open, and my personal papers moved and not left in the way that I had left them. Am I imagining things? Did I leave it like that? Or was someone here? But who? What do I have that anyone would want? Is someone trying to steal my identity? They can have it. I'm just a boring accountant. Is someone trying to steal my money? If they find any, they can have that, too. Living week to week like everyone else, I don't have very much. I felt spied upon. I felt violated. I felt uneasy. I felt afraid. I was angry that someone had been in my apartment, but who and why? Even though there's no one physically there, it's an odd feeling, but I sensed someone was there in my apartment or was still there watching me. Whenever I open my apartment door, I get chills, the willies, and the heebie-jeebies, as if somehow knowing and sensing that there's a big, black bug lurking somewhere waiting to spring out at me, when I least expect it. Now, every time I enter my place, before I even close and lock my door, leaving it open in readiness to bolt, I go from room to room looking to see what's been touched and looking to see if there's someone still there hiding, watching, and waiting. I know someone was here. I can just feel them and sense them, especially when they are still there watching me. Sensitive to feeling that kind of unearthly energy, it's almost as if, with someone else there, the air in the room changes, the atmosphere, and the room changes, too. Suddenly, with the sensation of someone else there in the room with me, the room feels smaller. I hate the feeling and I hate living like this in my own apartment, always afraid and nervous. Jerry, a friend of mine, told me that I probably have a ghost. "A ghost? Seriously? A ghost? I never even thought of that. That would explain my eerie feelings, but there's no such thing as ghosts, are there?" "Don't be so closed minded, Dan," he said. "We have no idea what else is out there in the vast universe. Now scientists are theorizing and close to proving that there are other dimensions, parallel dimensions, where we could be dead in one dimension, but still alive in another. As far as they know, scientists believe that we can't leave one dimension to return to the one we've already lived in, but we can go to the next dimension. Some scientists go as far as saying that we never die but just travel to the next dimension." "That's so scary to think that we could literally disappear in a parallel dimension," I said. "Yeah, well, that's because you're the anal accountant. You only see black and white or in your case, black and red and debits and credits. Besides with trillions of stars and billions of galaxies in the universe to think that we're alone and to think that our laws of physics are the only laws of science are foolish thoughts. For sure, nothing that we think we know or that we believe is true is true somewhere else in the universe. Our upside down could be their right side up, somewhere else." "I don't know," I said. "All of that is just too much for me to wrap my brain around. I'm no Einstein and science and science fiction have never been my strong suits. I don't believe something exists, unless I can see it, touch it, and feel it." "Don't be so naive, Dan. Ghosts do exist. Based on what I've learned by watching that paranormal television program, The Ghost Hunters and TAPS, The Atlantic Paranormal Society, if you have a ghost, confront it. Ask it what it wants. It may tell you and if it's something that you can give it for it to rest in peace or travel to the next dimension, where it should have gone, when it left our world, it may go away and leave you alone." "Okay," I said. "I'll try it." When I returned home, as soon as I opened my apartment door, I could feel it. Someone or something had been here. My ghost had been there and my sense was that it was still here. Oh, God. All the hairs on my forearms stood up. It was a frightening feeling. I can't believe I have a ghost. Why me? "Hello? Hello Mister Ghost?" Why I thought it was a male ghost and not a female ghost was beyond me. "Are you here? Dad? Mom? Grandpa? Grandma" Since both my parents and grandparents on both sides are deceased, I figured maybe it was one of them checking up on me. Maybe they are my Guardian Angels now. I thought of all my dead friends and relatives, everyone I ever knew who had died and wondered if it was any of them to come back to haunt me. As soon as I thought of their name, I said a prayer for their departed souls. Maybe my prayer is all they need to make it into Heaven. Maybe that's why they are here, asking me to pray for them. Then, what the Hell? I figured if I was doing them a favor by praying for them, maybe they could do me a favor by giving me tonight's lottery number. "What's tonight's lottery number? Can you give me the winning lottery number? Hello? I really need a new car." I waited and listened. Nothing. "I know you're here. I can feel you. I can sense your presence. What do you want? Is there something that I can give you, help you with, or tell you to make you go in peace? Give me a sign." I waited for a response but received none. Only, as if I could hear it breathing, I could feel it's presence and the hairs on my arms stood up again. The ghost was here. I just knew it was. I could feel it. I was so discombobulated. I didn't know if I should sit, stand, or flee. I wanted to run, but where would I go? I live here, obviously, with a ghost. After living here for three undisturbed years, except for nosy Mrs. Platt always watching me from across the courtyard, she needs a life, I couldn't believe I suddenly had a ghost. Why? Why me? "You're not going to hurt me during the night, are you?" "No," someone said, not aloud, but as if it was in my brain. With the answer so immediate, was that the ghost speaking to me or did I just think that? If felt the same, as when I'm talking to God and I sometimes think that he answers me. Is he answering me or am I thinking the answer? Is that me, my conscience or is that someone or something else communicating with me? Then, there was laughter, a woman's laughter. Now for sure, I knew that wasn't my conscience because being a guy, I have a male conscience. Now I knew that it was a woman haunting me. My ghost is female. Shit, I wonder if she saw me naked and, just as I thought that, I heard her voice and her laughter again. "Yes, I've seen you naked lots of times. I've even watched you masturbate," she said laughing. Eww. My female ghost is a voyeur. Wait until I tell Jerry. He'll never believe me or knowing him, he will. "Who are you and what do you want?" "I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me. You wouldn't understand. I don't understand. Here one day and gone the next. I know only two constants." There was a sadness to her voice, a resigned heaviness that I immediately picked up on, maybe because she's dead and doesn't want to be. "Two constants?" All I could think of was my two constants, taxes and death. Even after I die, they'll tax my survivors with an estate tax, that is, if I leave an estate. "What are they?" "I was taken before my time. It was a mistake." Thinking that all prisoners in jail believe they are innocent, I wondered if all dead people think they were taken before their time and that it was a mistake. "Is that the two constants? You were taken before your time and it was a mistake?" "No, that's only one constant." "What's the other?" "We were supposed to be together." She floored me when she said that. My soul mate is dead? We never had a chance to meet. No wonder I'm alone and can't find someone. "We were? Me and you? Seriously, like girlfriend and boyfriend." Suddenly, I felt disappointed, as if I was denied and cheated out of my chance to be with her, the love of my life. Weird, but I was angry that she was taken before her time and by mistake. "Husband and wife," she said. "No kidding," I said. "Well, that may explain why I'm still single," I said with a laugh, "and alone and lonely. Do I know you?" "No, we never met and it's not funny," she said suddenly sounding hurt. "I'm sorry," I said looking all around the room and up at the ceiling trying to pinpoint her voice that only existed in my mind. Nevertheless, not wanting to piss off my ghost and make her angry. There's no telling what she could do to me. "Where are you?" "I'm standing in front of you." "Really? You are? Sorry, but I don't see you." "Duh! That's because I'm dead, dummy," she said with a sad laugh. She called me dummy. In the way she said it was more of a tease than an insult. Well, at least she has a sense of humor. "What's your name?" "Christine." "What do you look like?" "What do you want me to look like?" She laughed a melodious laugh and I could tell she was teasing me again. "Well, that's easy. Tall, blonde, and with big tits," I said holding my hands out in front of my chest. "Sorry, but I'm short, fat, and flat-chested." "You are? Oh," I said disappointed that I didn't have a hot ghost. A hot ghost? A hot dead woman? What the Hell is wrong with me? I'm having a conversation with an imagined dead woman, who is now a ghost haunting me. Actually, hearing voices in my head, I'm talking to myself. Then, as soon as I thought that, she answered me. "You're not talking to yourself, Danny," she said. "I'm real or I used to be real, that is, when I was alive." "You know my name?" "Of course, I know your name, I know your name, your address, and nearly everything else about you. I looked it up in your life book, before I left, which was the reason why I left. I left to find you. Once I discovered that I was taken by accident and before my time, I needed to see how my life would have turned out had they not made a mistake by taking me." "I have a life book?" "Everyone has a life book, some have just a few pages and others volumes." "When do I die?" "Do you really want to know?" "No, probably not. Just tell me how I die?" "I can't do that, but I will tell this." "What?" "Take a train instead of a plane." "Gees, that's disconcerting, since I'm supposed to fly on business next month." "Don't worry. You're good," she said. "So, who took you?" "An Angel, silly." She can never finish a sentence without giving me a little jab. "So, there really are Angels?" "Yes, of course, dummy," she said with another laugh. "Satan exists, too, so you better be good. Trust me, I know. You don't want to live the rest of eternity down there. Rather you'd want to go where I just escaped from," she said. "What's it like?" "What's what like?" "Heaven." "Heaven? That's hard to answer. It's not the same for anyone, it's different for everyone. I imagine it's whatever you want it to be. It's just a mindset, is all. It's surreal and it doesn't physically exist in the way we know things exist here on Earth, things that are cast in concrete, formed in steel, and that are three dimensional. Heaven is more of an ethereal dream rather than an eternal nightmare, as it would be, if you were to go to Hell," she said with a laugh. "Another constant that I know, when we die, there is something rather than nothing." "Well, that's good," I said, "that there's something rather than nothing. "I like your laugh," I said. "You sound pretty. I don't picture you as being short, fat, and flat-chested." "Maybe that's because I'm not." "So, just for giggles sake--" "For giggles sake? Who says that anymore?" "Okay, just so that I can picture you in my mind, if you could pick someone, a celebrity that I know, who would you most resemble?" "Well, I know you'd like me to say, Angelina Jolie or Kim Basinger, but I look more like Jennifer Aniston." "Really?" "Yes." "Jennifer Aniston is good. So, when you say that you look like Jennifer Aniston, do you mean, just her face or her body, too." "Danny, I could be her twin sister." I liked it when she called me Danny. No one calls me Danny but my close friends. My Mom always called me Daniel and my Dad just called me useless or shithead. My co-workers call me Dan. "Really? No kidding. Wow." Then, I heard her softly sobbing. It was weirdly surreal and equally as troubling that I could hear that. "Christine? Are you crying?" "Yes." "What's the matter?" "You mean, besides being dead," she said with a sharpness to her voice. "Sorry. Is there something that I can do to help?" "There is, which is the reason why I'm here." Okay, this ought to be good, I thought. "How did you even get here? I always thought that once you were there, you were there, if you know what I mean." "I snuck out." "Snuck out? C'mon, I find that hard to believe. God is all seeing and all knowing. Surely, he not only saw you leaving Heaven but also knows you left his Heavenly Kingdom." "I had help." "You had help? Who? Who helped you?" "Eros, the God of Love." "Cupid? Seriously? There's really a Cupid?" "Yes, Cupid exists and is a God." "I thought there was only one God." "There is, but there are lots of Angels and even though Cupid is an Angel, they refer to him as the God of love because love is his specialty." "So, let me get this straight. Cupid snuck you out of Heaven and down to Earth to reside in my head," I said throwing my hands up in the air. "Why me?" "I told you. We were meant to be together and an Angel made a mistake by taking me before my time." "It's just like that movie." "What movie?" "Heaven can wait with Warren Beatty and Julie Christie, which was a remake of the original with Gene Tierney and Don Ameche. Both were funny," I said. "I loved those movies." "Well, I can assure you that this is no movie. This was my life and now my death. It's real and tragically all so surreal." "I don't understand, Christine, why would you bother leaving eternal bliss for Earth, when you'll only have to return back, once they discover you gone." "Because Danny, I had to meet the man I was supposed to marry and have two children with, Charles and Elizabeth." "You're kidding. We were supposed to have a son and a daughter? Elizabeth was my mother's name." "I know. Charles was my Dad's name." "This is too weird, Christine. I mean, you're real in the sense that you're dead but not dead and here but not here. Just tell me that I'm not crazy and talking to myself." "Well, I'm not a psychiatrist. You may be crazy, Danny, for all that I know, but you are not talking to yourself. You're talking to me. I really do need your help to return to Earth and to stay with you." "Seriously? Are you kidding me? There's a way that you, Jennifer Aniston's look-a-like twin can return to Earth to stay with me? We can be together?" "Yes, according to Eros, the God of Love, since it was meant to be, there is one way." "How? Just tell me. I'll do anything to get my destiny and you back in my life, so that I can have the life and the children that I was supposed to have." "Love is the most powerful emotion. Even long after we die, love remains. As I'm already in love with you, after reading my life book and then reading your life book, my fated love for you allowed me to find you." "Okay, so you found me, but how do I keep you here?" "I was just getting to that," she said. "If you can fall in love with me, your bond will hold me here on Earth. Together we are stronger. With the both of us in love with one another, no Angel will take me then, after they see that I was meant to be here, especially after I was taken by mistake and taken too soon. What they did in their error could have untold ramifications in what happens in the future. Who knows? Maybe our daughter, Elizabeth was destined to become the first woman President of the United States or our son Charles was fated to become the Pope or to have children that would make a huge scientific or medical discovery." "Seriously, Christine, and realistically, I don't know how I can fall in love with you, when I can't even see you, touch you, feel you, or kiss you and when you're a ghost." "There's a way," she said. "How?" "I need for you to have sex with me." "Sex? Seriously? Sex with a ghost? How the Hell am I going to do that?" "Well, that's where Cupid comes in. He said that if we're both in bed naked and you're on top of me, at the stroke of midnight, just as the clock hits 12:01 am on Valentine's Day, that he'd shoot you in the ass with an arrow." "Okay, being in bed with you naked sounds good, real good, especially with you looking like Jennifer Aniston's twin sister, as does having sex with you, but I don't know about being shot in the ass with an arrow. Will it hurt? Will it leave a scar? I'm a bleeder, you know and--" "Danny, you won't feel a thing. It's a divine arrow. There's no pain and no sensation of it penetrating your humanly body. The only thing that will remain with you is the feeling of everlasting love for me." "Okay, I can do this. Just tell me, what happens after he shoots me in the ass with an arrow." "I don't know. He didn't tell me that. I just know that if I can trust anyone, besides, God with my faith, Mother Mary with my womanly emotions, Saint Peter with my life ever after, and Archangel Michael with protecting me from harm, I can trust Cupid with my heart." "What if he misses and hits you? Will I be dead, too?" "I don't know, Danny. I don't think so. I hope not. Besides, Cupid never misses. He's Eros, the God of love." "Christine, if it makes you feel any better, I wouldn't mind being dead, so long as I was dead with you. Suddenly, I feel as if I've known you, since forever. Even though I never met you, I'm beginning to have feelings for you." "Thank you, Danny. That does make me feel better. I told you, it's kismet, fate, and our destiny to be together, which is why you're starting to feel for me." "What was that? I just felt something. What did you just do?" "I kissed you," she said. "I sensed it," I said. "Can you do me a favor?" "I'm not going to give you a blowjob, Danny," she said with a laugh. "Besides, I did already." Can she read my mind? How did she know I was going to ask her for a blowjob? "You did? When did you blow me?" "Lots of times. When you were sleeping, when you were in the shower, in your car, at the movies, even at work. I like sucking on you. You have a nice cock. I love your cock." Heavenly Angel My Ghostly Valentine I really think I can fall in love with this woman. She said she could be Jennifer Aniston's twin sister but with bigger tits and she loves sucking on me. I wonder if she swallows. What more could I possibly want in a woman? I wonder if she can cook? "Yes, Danny, I swallow and I'm a good cook, but I'm still not going to give you a blowjob." "Gees, Christine, have I no privacy, even in my own head? C'mon, Christine, I just want to see if I can feel it or sense it." "No, Danny, we have more important things to do to get ready for my regeneration than me giving you a blowjob right now. After I'm returned, they'll be plenty of time for that." "Gees, I had no idea you were blowing me all those times. Can you do it now, please, pretty please, just so I can see if I feel it? Think of it as a scientific test." "Take it out, then," she said with a big sigh. I unzipped myself, dropped my pants down to my ankles, and pulled down my underwear. Already, I was starting to get an erection with the anticipation of receiving a ghostly blowjob. Then, when I turned around looking for where Christine might be, I saw my snooping neighbor, Mrs. Platt, from across the way, a retired librarian, staring over at me. "Shit," I said. "What?" "Nosy Mrs. Platt, just saw me pull out my cock. She probably thinks I'm a pervert and just flashed her." "Just close the blind, Danny." "Okay," I said walking over to the window with my hand covering my cock and closing the blind. "Go ahead. I'm ready for my Heavenly blowjob." "Don't say that?" "Don't say what?" "A Heavenly blowjob. I'm just a woman who is in love with you and who was supposed to be with you. I'm not supposed to be dead." "Sorry, Christine." "Can you feel that?" "No," I said. "Did you take my cock in your mouth?" "No, I just held your cock in my hand, fondled the head with my fingers, and slowly stroked you." "No, I didn't feel anything. Put it in your mouth. Maybe I can feel it then, when you're sucking it." "Okay. What about that? I was really sucking on you, just then." "No, nothing. Sorry. I really wanted to feel you blowing me, but I don't feel anything." "Well, let's get in bed." "Why?" "Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, dummy." "I know, but it's only 8pm." "I don't want to miss my only chance, Danny. This is really important to me, to us, and to Charles and Elizabeth." "But what if we fall asleep?" "Maybe you will, but I won't. I don't sleep. I've been awake since that Angel took me." "You don't sleep?" "No, never. Besides, I'd like to snuggle up to you, while naked." "You do?" "Yes." "Are you naked now?" "Not, yet. Okay, I just removed my bra and panties. I'm naked now." "Gees, Christine, bra and panties? You're making me horny. Tell me this, how big are your tits?" "I'm a 36C." "Nice," I said. "So, let me ask you this." "What?" "If I threw some flour at you, do you think that I could see you?" "Danny? I'm not of this Earth." "Just let me try. Okay? I saw this on Topper, when Cosmo threw flour at Marion Kerby." "Topper? How the Hell old are you?" I heard her laughing. "You know how old I am. You read my life book. I just like watching old movies." "Yeah, 'cause you're too cheap and too broke to buy new ones," she said with another laugh. "Did you know that Cary Grant played George Kerby, Marion's dead husband?" "No, I didn't know that. I mean, I may have known that, but I forgot that. Danny, what does any of this have to do with bringing me back to Earth?" "I just want to try the flour trick to see if I can see you." "Go ahead but you're just going to have to vacuum flour off your carpet." I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a big handful of flour. "Where are you?" "I'm standing a foot in front of you. Just fire away." I watched the flour explode into a white cloud before falling to the floor. "It was worth the try," I said disappointed that it didn't work. "C'mon, get undressed and get in bed with me." "Okay." "Don't worry. If you fall asleep, I'll awaken you." "Okay. What only seemed like minutes was a few hours, when I heard someone calling my name. "Danny! Danny! Danny! Wake up! It's time. Get up! Hurry! Hurry!" "Okay, okay, I'm up. I just have to pee." "No, you don't have time. Just get on top of me." "Where are you?" "Just roll over to your right and you'll be on top of me. Okay?" "Okay, but I can't feel anything but my mattress. Am I on top of you?" "Yes, just move to your right and up a little. Yeah, just like that, there. Perfect. I just inserted your cock in my pussy." I stayed there like that afraid to move, afraid to ruin Christine's only chance of returning to Earth to be my wife and the mother of my children. Then, just as I felt nothing there but my bed there before, I suddenly felt a movement beneath me now. I felt her. I could feel her. I could see her. She was alive. She was real. She was there with me. Having my eyes closed, expecting the arrow fired by Cupid to hurt, suddenly, when I opened my eyes, there was a beautiful, naked woman lying underneath me. I felt her arms around my neck. I felt her lips kissing and kissing me. She was real. She was alive and we were so happy. I couldn't believe it. Further, even though she looked a lot like Jennifer Aniston, she was a lot prettier than Jennifer Aniston, much younger, and she certainly had bigger tits, a full C cup. "Christine! I can see you." "Danny, wait, where are you going?" "I want to turn on the light." I reached for the light. "Oh, my God! You're beautiful. You do look like Jennifer Aniston, but prettier and with bigger tits." "Thank you, Danny." "Make love to me," she said. "I have to pee first," I said. "You better let me go first, then," she said. "Why?" "Suffice to say that it's been a long time, since I peed. I may be a while." With the love of my life, my destined to be wife, and the mother of my fated children alive and no longer dead, I was so happy. This was the best Valentine's Day I ever had. * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.