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If The Spirits Is Willing

By Invid Fan
(C)2011

(mf cons rom het paranormal 1st oral mast)

****

   Bill wasn't sure when the creature first started touching him.

   He knew when he first started noticing her. That was in the summer
between 7th and 8th grade. But, he suspected that wasn't when she first
started doing her job. No, by now he suspected she had been with him
for as long as a year before then.

   They said that puberty brought on all sorts of strange changes...

****

   Bill was sitting in class, bored. He knew this stuff, yes, but
that's not why he was bored. He just didn't care about math. Nor
calculus. He was glad he was able to take it in 8th grade, get a leg up
on high school, but that didn't mean he enjoyed it. Social studies or
science was much more fun.

   His eyes wandered from the black board, where Mr. Simmons was
writing something long with lots of letters, to the rest of the class.
He always sat in the back, one advantage to having good grades. He had
liked it better, at the beginning of the year, when he had been back
here with Alice. Oh, Alice. She had been moved up front, as she had
trouble seeing the board, but before then he had seemed to be getting
somewhere friendship wise. Bill's eyes found the back of her head,
there in the first row, and his mind filled in the blanks. Her long
brown hair, the shy smile, those blue eyes behind her glasses, her
small rounded breasts...

   The creature moved from its place against the back wall, walked
around him and stood in the middle of his desk. Its expression
unchanging, it sank to its knees, vanishing under the smooth grey
surface. Bill felt his cock start to rise in his pants, and as nobody
seemed to be paying any attention to him he risked a glance down. The
creature had an insubstantial hand stretched out into his pants, moving
up and down his unseen growing manhood. As he reached full extension,
or as full as it could get trapped at an odd angle in his underwear,
its head slowly descended and passed part way into his pants. Soon it
was bobbing up and down, a ghostly blow job.

   Bill looked up again, eyes scanning the class. Another creature was
down between Vince's legs, and he looked away quickly. It was never
good to be caught looking at another guy's hard on. Sighing, he tried
to think of something besides Alice, or the creature sucking on him.

   He didn't want to be hard when class ended.

****

   He first started noticing something not long after the accident.
Bill had been climbing the tree in the back yard, something he'd done
since before birth it seemed, went to grab a branch that obviously had
been weakened in the big wind storm the week before but hadn't fallen
to the ground like so many others, and the next thing he knew there
were men in white looking down at him. Those had ended up being
paramedics, but soon after other strange things began to fade into his
vision. 

   They had started as unfocused, bluish blurs. Some big, about the
size of an adult, but most small, about the size of a middle schooler.
They followed around most of the boys in his school, so far as he could
tell just those who had started to transform into teens. Bill didn't
tell anyone, naturally. After all, he had just had a nasty crack on the
head, it's not like they'd believe him. Plus... well, while he wasn't
unpopular, it wouldn't do to draw attention to himself. It took a
little longer for Bill to notice the blur that was following him, as
unusual as that might seem. Partly it was because it... or, maybe, she...
tended to be behind him much of the time or off to the side, waiting.
Only when it had a job to do did it come before him, and even then his
eyes were often anyplace but there.

   The creatures were responsible for random erections. Or, so Bill had
come to conclude. That was one reason he assumed they had always been
around him, and he was just now able to see them. He had started
popping boners a year before, and given the feelings and reactions of
his body hadn't changed now that he had a visual cause, logic said
nothing had really changed on that front. If, that is, logic and
ghostly fellatio went together in any shape or form.

   Bill wasn't sure if they WERE ghosts, really. Weird, yes,
supernatural, maybe (he was willing to allow they might be a part of
the natural order nobody knew about yet). Spirits of the undead...
unknown. What they were was cock teases of the first degree.

   It never brought him to completion. Never. The girl/creature would
walk or float over, touch his genitals in some way to make him hard,
then keep him that way for awhile before breaking contact and letting
him get soft again. If he managed to get alone and went to pull on his
dick to get some relief, then she/it would immediately back off and let
him get to it. If he stopped, sometimes they'd come back and sometimes
they'd just let him get soft.

   It was frustrating, that's what it was.

   His own companion, as time went on, resolved into the form of a
young girl about his age. She was bluish grey in color, when color
could be seen in her transparent form. She had what seemed to be black
hair, cut somewhat short just below the ears. She wore what seemed to
be some sort of toga or shift, covering a body that was thin although
not bony. Her breasts were about the right size for her frame, pushing
out the fabric in two mounds. Her face was pretty, as most female faces
were to Bill at that age, but her eyes... it had large, staring eyes that
had no emotion in them. No joy, no hate, no... nothing. They never
changed. Neither did they ever meet his gaze. It was as if he wasn't
there, as if she was just doing her job on a piece of meat whose
reaction really didn't matter. 

   That was NOT a comforting thought for the teen.

****

   The next class was Health, although naturally everyone called it
"sex ed". Jokes about homework and such tended to be just frustrating
for Bill. He didn't date, had never even kissed... did he really need to
hear all about the reproductive system? Well, yes. It was actually good
to have accurate information. For whatever reason, Bill had earlier
decided that just like his dick was on the front of his body, a girls
opening must be sort of on the front too for them to match up.
Discovering in class it was actually down between the legs probably
saved him from some great embarrassment... although, at this point he
desperately wished such embarrassment had come his way, and his mind
was full of missed chances where things could have gone in that
direction with this or that girl. The creature started to move forward
towards him as Bill walked down the crowded hall, and he quickly
changed his line of thought. He didn't want an erection here.

   Some of his fellow students, though, obviously did. As he walked
towards the next intersection he saw the form of a big breasted woman
seeming to float while kneeling just ahead of a strolling Steve Hine,
bobbing her head as he strutted and tried to look impressive. Matthew
Ni had a male figure with its hand between his legs as he opened his
locker. Bill had kind of always suspected Mat went that way, but he had
no idea if the creatures were based in some way on what the boys
wanted. Given they couldn't actually see them, it didn't seem like it
would be a requirement.

   "Bill!"

   Turning, he saw Julie walking a bit faster than the flow of traffic
to catch up with him. Bill slowed a touch, and his short neighbor was
quickly at his side and they matched gaits. She looked up at him
grinning.

   "Ready for another fun filled class?"

   "No," he groaned. Julie chuckled and conversation lapsed.

   They weren't friends, really. Oh, by accident of location they were
childhood friends, but even then they really had never bonded the way
he had with kids like Bobby or Shannon. Julie's family lived across the
street from him, and both their mothers had been pregnant at the exact
same time with all their children so had become fast friends. Bill
hoped to God that it had really been coincidence that led to those two
pairs of births linking up like that, as thoughts of the adults doing
anything together made him shudder. But, regardless of that, the result
was the two mothers traded the kids back and forth during childhood so
the other would have two days a week free. He and Betty had grown up
with Julie and Jenny always there. Bill could also claim to have slept
with a girl thanks to Julie: they had been four, yes, but damn it, he
was going to say it counted!

   He glanced down at her as they neared the classroom. Julie, and her
sister, were short. VERY short. Bill didn't think they qualified as
"little people", but she was close to four feet compared to his almost
five and a half. Her proportions, however, were perfect. She was
filling out into an incredibly sexy girl, with long brown hair falling
to the small of her back and curves coming in all the right places.
Both sisters had always been into dance, and there was no doubt they'd
be cheerleaders once they hit high school. 

   Which made the fact she walked with him all the more incredible.

   Bill was rather plain, or so he thought. He fit that gap somewhere
between nobody and geek, tending to dress in jeans and a blue button
down dress shirt. His closet was full of blue shirts, with some others
received at Christmas thrown in for variety. Short brown hair that
verged on curling as soon as it grew over half an inch topped a body
that was a touch heavy for his height, but as of yet not bad. The most
athletic thing he ever did outside of gym class, besides riding his
bike, was shooting .22's at the rifle range, but at least he was good
at that. His father had won some awards, so even if he was never going
to make the basketball team like his old man at least he was making the
guy happy by following in some of his footsteps.

   Bill and Julie entered Health Class, and went to sit in their seats
on opposite sides of the room. The exchange in the hall was about all
they did nowadays, but then, she was popular. Or, so Bill assumed. He
honestly didn't pay attention to the exact pecking order: it didn't
involve him, so details were unimportant. He didn't even know who was
dating who.

   As the seats filled in, Bill glanced over at the right hand wall.
Around a dozen blueish forms stood there, waiting. He had never yet
seen a girl with a creature tending her, but didn't know if that was
because it in fact didn't happen, or if whatever was allowing him to
see them only worked for teasers of males. He wasn't about to ask,
either.

   "Good afternoon, class!"

   Miss Roma walked down the center aisle towards her desk. Her hips
twitched back and forth under her long dress, and half the creatures
left their spots and moved out among the students. Bill sighed.

   It was going to be a long day.

****

   Bill lay on his bed, pants and underwear half off and shirt pulled
up to his shoulders . His sister was probably watching TV and his
parents wouldn't be home for another hour or so, leaving plenty of time
to enjoy himself. Bill moved his hand up and down his dick, eyes
closed. He pictured Alice, lovely Alice, creating a fantasy involving
the two of them trapped together in a cave. His hand moved faster...

   The face before his mind's eye... began to change. The dream Alice had
sunk to her knees to take his massive manhood into her mouth, all the
while declaring she only wanted him. Bill had always used spit on his
palm so it felt like what he assumed a blow job would feel like, and
her dream mouth matched the movements of his right hand as he got
closer. But, then she looked up at him... and it wasn't Alice. The face
that returned his gaze was that of the creature. He pictured himself
putting his hands down to hold its head as he came closer to orgasm.
Its black hair was silky, and when it released his cock from its mouth
he saw her blue grey face was... beautiful.

   Bill came, shooting up into the air and over his chest, one glob
landing on his neck. He pumped a couple more times, then released it
and opened his eyes.

   The creature was standing over by his desk, not looking at him. As
his heart rate began to slow, Bill gazed at it... at her. He noticed the
smoothness of her skin, transparent though it may be. He saw the
graceful shape of her limbs, the curves of her body that were only
accented by the sexlessness of her one piece white outfit. And, that
face... only the deadness of those eyes marred her beauty, and even then
they gave her a vulnerability that tugged at his heart.

   As Bill grabbed yesterday's shirt to wipe himself off, he realized...
he was starting to fall for the thing.

****

   As Bill dressed, eyes forever unseeing slowly moved to bring him in
view. They followed his form as he moved around the bedroom, then once
more locked on his back as he moved out the door and the creature
slowly followed.

****

   At least it was Friday. 

   The four teens waited for the bus in front of Bill and Betty's
house. They watched with amusement as Julie and Jenny showed off some
dance moves they had learned the night before, trying not to hit any
icy patches on the driveway. The sixth grader was almost as good as her
older sister, as well as almost being as sexy. Her ass, in particular,
shook nicely. Bill was trying hard not to react, but watching made him
so want to be hard. In the end he had to give in, and the creature
walked beside him and began caressing with her hand. Julie seemed to
flick her eyes down, and smile. The routine ended, and Bill and his
sister applauded just using one finger per hand. Jenny laughed and
stuck her tongue out at them. That got them all laughing.

   "So," Julie asked Betty, "you going to the dance?"

   "Yup! Mom's letting me go!" She almost bounced, her black braid
swinging to hit Bill. Betty was much more of a people person than her
brother, seeming to inherit that as well as her hair color from their
father. Bill got the shyness and brown hair from Mom.

   Julie's eyes swung over to Bill.

   "How about you?"

   "Nope," he replied, zipping his coat up more as a gust of winter
wind sprang up suddenly. The creature removed her hand and his cock
began deflating.

   "Why not?" Julie asked. She seemed honestly... curious. Hmm...

   "Well, I think mostly because it's against my religion."

   "Oh?" Julie cocked an eyebrow at him, and the other two girls also
gave him questioning looks. "What religion would that be?"

   "Single!"

****

   The creature backed away. Its eyes regarded the boy, taking in every
minute detail of his face. It noted his smile, and found an odd, faint
echo of it forming on its lips. Its large eyes shifted up to take in
his sparkling brown ones. It felt a... yearning. 

****

   Bill found himself looking at the creature more and more at school
that day. Normally, that wouldn't have been advisable, as teachers and
students tended to notice if you were gazing off at nothing. However,
for whatever reason it for now was positioning itself up behind the
teacher, so if anything it now looked like he was paying attention.
That even got him called on to answer a question once, but luckily he
had already read ahead in the text book and didn't make a fool out of
himself.

   The creature... he really should start calling it "the girl", he
realized. It WAS a girl, after all, for all it wasn't a normal one. At
least... he assumed it was female. He hadn't seen it nude. For all he
knew that thing was packing a huge dong under there. Didn't look like
it, though. 

   The teacher started handing out some papers, and Bill's thoughts
shifted to more boring matters.

****

   He had been looking at her... LOOKING at her...

****

   Bill closed the bedroom door, dumped his books on the desk, and let
out a big sigh. Another week was over. Whee. Walking over to the bed,
he threw himself onto it and rolled onto his back. It was a full sized
bed he'd had since he was... well, three. His parents had put him in it
as soon as his new sister needed the crib. That he wasn't ready for a
real bed had been apparent when, night after night they'd hear this
thud, the signal for his Dad to go pick Bill off the floor and put him
back in bed.

   Eventually, he learned how far you could safely roll.

   The creature... the girl, moved to the foot of the bed. Its eyes were
as emotionless as ever, but the fact it wasn't up against the wall
signaled a change. Bill regarded her. He had been thinking about
something all day, and wondered if he had the guts to try it. 

   Well, what's the worst that could happen?

   A supernatural being could bite his dick off, that's what.

   Still...

   Bill kicked off his sneakers, then removed his pants and underwear.
His cock was soft, just lying there. He looked up at the blue grey
girl... and spoke.

   "You're beautiful."

   He had tried talking to it before, when she first appeared. He had
never gotten any response, and eventually stopped trying. It wouldn't
do to be caught talking to nothing. Now, however... Bill looked at her
the same way he wanted to look at Alice. He pictured the spirit
standing by his feet nude, her small breasts firm and round. He
imagined how soft her skin must be, how it would feel to touch it...

****

   The creature's eyes widened. It could feel the desire coming from
the boy, the desire that signaled the start of its endless job. A job
that had no reward, no pleasure, no purpose. But, this time...

****

   Bill saw the girl react. For the first time in a year, he saw her
eyes widen, saw some sort of life in them. Her mouth, too, opened, as
if she was catching her breath. He spoke again.

   "You're beautiful. I love you."

   Slowly, the girl put her hands on the mattress by his feet, then
moving forward put first one knee then the other up and crawled
forward. The white cloth covering her hung down, and he could see the
sides of her breasts. She stopped when her head was directly over his
cock, her eyes still on his, her black hair cascading down and almost
touching him. Hand shaking, Bill reached out his right hand and put it
where her head was.

   He felt nothing.

   Undaunted, he moved his hand over the shape of her head. He saw the
girl's eyes get even wider, and with his heart pounding he raised his
other hand and caressed her ghostly face.

   "I love you..."

   He felt himself getting hard, and looking down saw one of her small
hands gently caressing him. Looking back into her eyes, he saw... 

****

   She was cold. So cold... and he was warm... so warm.

****

   Bill removed both his hands, dropping them to his side. He wasn't
sure what to do next. She looked so... sad. The creature, girl, had never
looked sad before. He saw the lips move, and lifting his head he
strained to hear. It sounded like...

   "T... touch..."

   Reaching out his right hand again, he placed it on her head...

   ... and felt, faintly, soft hair.

   He almost jerked his hand back, but didn't. Trembling, he moved his
fingers into the black mass, and felt her scalp. It was cold. Ice cold.
Suddenly he could feel the chill coming from her all along his legs and
groin, and just as suddenly the hand on his cock became real and solid.
He became rock hard instantly, the cold if anything intensifying the
incredible feeling of having someone touch him for the first time. She
squeezed, and that was enough to set him off. His white cum shot out,
hitting the girl on her neck. Her mouth shot open in a soundless cry,
and two more spurts hit her on the bottom of her chin. Her hand
released him and she looked down, amazed at the sight of his cock's now
wet head. Bill moved a hand and caressed her cheek.

   "Oh, God... thank you. You're incredible..."

   She looked up again at him again, with those large black eyes. Then...

   ... she began to fade.

   "No!"

   Bills hand suddenly was feeling air, and he pulled it back. The cum
that had been clinging to her skin dropped onto his legs and thighs,
now cold. He looked at her, pleading.

   "Please... don't go..."

   She reached a translucent hand out, caressing his cheek. Her mouth
moved, and he could faintly hear her voice.

   "Always... with you."

   With that she backed up, until she was off the bed and standing on
the floor. The creature then slowly walked backwards, until she was
once again standing in her usual spot against the wall.

   Sanity finally returned to Bill, and he sat up on the bed. He looked
down at his now soft, cum covered dick, then up at the creature.

   What had they done...

****

   Bill walked into the den, and plopped down on the couch. He needed
to think.

   The creature walked over and stood next to the TV, her ghostly bare
feet ignoring the bean bag chair. Bill glanced down, wondering briefly
what would happen if she became solid while inside an object like that,
then glanced up at its face. Once again her eyes were vacant and
unseeing, as if it had never happened.

   Hell, maybe it hadn't.

   "Hey, Bill."

   He swung his head over to look at Betty. She was lounging in the
recliner, both legs over one arm and the remote in her hand. Her head
sort of lolled over to look at him, taking her attention away from
whatever inane teen show about a wizard pop singer with a webcast she
was watching. She regarded him with half interested curiosity.

   "Are you sure you don't want to go to the dance? Mrs. Cutter is
taking the three of us."

   "Nope, not interested." He looked at the TV. At least the stars of
these shows tend to be cute. Betty made a rude sound with her lips, and
shook her head at him.

   "Have you EVER gone to a dance?"

   He looked back over at her, and raised an eyebrow.

   "Yes, as a matter of fact. I went to that sort of mandatory �this is
how dances work' one they have for 6th graders in the fall."

   "That doesn't count!"

   He laughed.

   "I wish that was true. Then I could honestly say I missed all the
dances in middle school."

   His sister shook her head at him.

   "You're hopeless." She started to turn back to the TV, then got a
crafty look in her eye and rolled her head back towards him. "You DO
know Julie wants you to come to the dance, don't you?"

   "What?!" Bill scoffed at her. "Go away."

   "Whatever." She went back to the TV. Wasn't her job to arrange his
love life.

****

   Julie sat on her bed, laptop on her lap.

   She was all set for the dance. The outfit was picked out and lying
over the desk chair, her hair was good, nails were done, lipstick was
ready to be applied. She had time for her latest hobby. The occult!

   Her mom, Julie knew, would freak if she found out. Mom wasn't supper
religious or anything, really, but anything too far out there was a
definite no-no. Julie still shuddered at the thought of the grounding
when her sister Jenny had brought home a copy of The Book of Mormon
someone had given her. So, bookmarks and browser histories were well
hidden with regard to this subject.

   And, what a subject it was! The entire idea of the occult fascinated
the fourteen year old. Magic, ghosts, demons, spells... it was almost all
crap, naturally. She knew that the moment she found so much information
easily available on the web. I mean, really... if the spells they talked
about REALLY worked, wouldn't you see all the gothy loner girls
suddenly having all the hunky guys in love with them, and the bitchy
cheerleaders suddenly suffering from horrible curses? It's one thing to
assume there's real magic out there when it's hard to find, and maybe
you just happened to find the wrong spells, but when you have hundreds
of sites all with different conflicting information the truth becomes a
little more obvious.

   That didn't mean she didn't love reading the stuff, though.

   Julie WANTED it to be true. It was all just so... interesting! And so
different than the life around her. Oh, she had no desire to become a
"goth" and dress all in black (although, last Halloween she discovered
she did in fact look good in black). But, to cast spells! To talk to
otherworldly creatures! To take part in nude rituals!

   The last, to be honest, was what really interested her. It just
sounded so... naughty! And, if she could maybe talk Bill into joining
her...

   Bill.

   Julie looked at the love spell displayed on the laptop screen, and
sighed. She didn't know what to do. It wasn't that she considered him
like a brother, or anything like that, and she didn't think he thought
of her as a sister. It's, just, well... complicated.

   The 8th grader knew she was hot. She knew she had a smoking bod now.
She also knew she was damned smart, and wasn't going to go for some
dumb hunk just because that's what was expected. She wanted the best.
Which wasn't Bill.

   And, yet...

   It was that damned fall from the tree. She had been bike riding with
Bobby, coming home from the mall, and she'd seen the emergency vehicles
in Bill's driveway and almost freaked. Until that moment, Bill was just
the guy she had played with since birth but really didn't know much
about anymore. When she saw him on the ground, though, with medics
checking him out... it was like something switched in her mind. She
suddenly saw him as a male, a friend... as dating material... and here it
was now the middle of winter with the school year half over and she had
yet to overcome all the years when that hadn't been the case. She
doubted he even bothered to fantasize about her.

   There was a pounding at the door.

   "Hurry up! It's almost time to go!"

   Julie heard her sister run back to her room. Laughing at the twelve
year old's excitement, she put the computer down and went to get
dressed.

****

   Bill lay down on his bed, still dressed, reading. He was in the
middle of a rather good book, and thought he had a good chance of
finishing it off tonight. If he stayed up late enough.

   He heard the front door open downstairs, and the faint sound of his
sister returning from the dance. Glancing at the clock he saw it was 10
PM. There wasn't the sound of excited babbling he had expected, and
really had come to consider his sister's main mode of conversation.
Instead, there was what sounded like a rather...subdued debriefing of
Betty by their mom. It didn't last long, and soon he heard his sister
walking slowly up the stairs. A moment later, there was a knock on the
door.

   "Enter."

   Bill put the book down on his pillow and moved to sit up on the edge
of the bed as Betty entered. She looked... sad!

   "What's wrong?" They weren't all that close, at least not that way,
but he figured if she was here she must want to talk about something.
Maybe some guy tried something. The very idea started to piss him off,
but he wasn't sure what the hell he'd do in that case.

   "Oh," she said, shaking her head, "nothing. Just tired. It wasn't,"
she added, giving him a small smile, "quite what I was expecting. Those
movies lie."

   "Don't worry," Bill said, standing. "I'm sure the high school movies
and shows are totally accurate!" This got a laugh out of her, which was
much better. She suddenly seemed to realize why she was here, and
brought her small purse up and opened it. She took out a folded piece
of white paper, and handed it to her brother.

   "Here."

   Bill looked at it.

   "What is it?"

   "Um, paper! A paper note! From," she added, giving him a sly smile,
"someone!"

   "Most notes are." He held the folded mystery in his right hand. He
had never gotten a note before, especially one that had been hinted at
being from a girl. A female girl! Could it be... naw, best not to even
guess. He'd have to open it.

   Bill looked up. Betty was still standing there, looking at him
expectantly.

   "Shoo!" He made the appropriate gesture with his left hand, and
blowing out a sound of disgust and pouting Betty turned around and
walked out. Bill went over and shut the door.

   A note.

   He looked over towards his desk. The creature was standing in its
usual spot, not looking at him. Bill looked back at his hand, and with
trembling fingers unfolded the note.

   "Dear Bill- Please meet me at the end of West Ledge Lane by the
sledding hill tomorrow at 1 PM. Julie"

   Julie... wanted to meet him.

   What the hell for?

****

   It was an hour later when Bill started yawning, so he marked his
place in his book and left to use the bathroom. A few minutes later he
was back in the bedroom, and closed the door. He had his shirt half
unbuttoned when suddenly the thought struck him he wasn't alone. Bill
looked over at the desk.

   The creature slowly turned her head towards him, her eyes still
without any life in them. Bill had undressed in front of this thing
countless times, even in front of dozens of other creatures in the
school locker room. But, after that afternoon... it felt different.

   This was now... a person?

   He smiled at her, and went on undressing. When he was nude, he
turned on the light next to his bed then turned off the switch next to
the door. In the glow of the one bulb he went and got under the covers.
He had started sleeping nude almost as soon as he discovered
masturbation . It just felt, well... naughtier. Plus he had found himself
getting tangled up in his pajamas.

   Bill laid there, nightstand light still on, looking across the room
at her. She didn't move. Should he? Both his parents and sister were
home, and maybe even still up. The teen debated, then his hormones and
desires finally won out. He flung aside his covers, closed his eyes,
and began fantasizing about her. He pictured her nude, bluish form, her
face, the exquisite feel of her hand on him, what heaven her mouth
might be... Bill felt his cock starting to stir, and opening his eyes he
saw the creature on its hands and knees again over his dick. He reached
a hand up to caress the ghost's cheek, and saw life come into its black
eyes.

   "I wanna feel you..."

   Its eyes widened, and suddenly his hand felt like it was being
pushed back by the wind. Once it was no longer inside her form the wind
was replaced by solid, soft, unbearably cold flesh. She rubbed her
cheek against his hand, and Bill felt her own hand run up and down his
hard cock.

   But, Bill didn't want a repeat of last time. He moved both his hands
so they were on her nude shoulders, and gently pulled her forward. The
creature resisted for a moment, confused, then let go of his dick and
crawled forward over his body until its face was above his.

   They looked into each other's eyes. 

   "What is your name," Bill whispered. His hands were now holding her
sides, the rough fabric of her one piece outfit between him and her
flesh. She looked confused again, then its eyes seemed to go unfocused.
As if she was trying very hard to remember something long, long,
forgotten...

   "Ai."

   The sounds came very faintly, almost questioningly, and Bill wasn't
sure he had heard them. He raised his head a bit, their noses almost
touching.

   "Your name is... Ai?" She slowly nodded, becoming more sure of the
concept. Bill moved one of his hands back up to her face, relishing the
iciness of her skin. "Oh, Ai... you're beautiful." The girl looked back
with eyes that melted his heart. Gently, he pulled her head down to
his...

   It was like kissing ice cream.

   Bill felt her pull back, and he let her draw her head up and break
the kiss. She just... stared at him. His heart was beating a thousand
times a second. While his right hand caressed her cheek again, his left
began sliding down her body. The fabric felt almost like sand paper.

   "I love you, Ai," he whispered again. "May I kiss you again?" There
was a second's pause, then he felt her head very slowly start to lower.
His hand moved again to the back of her head and guided her down. At
the same time their lips met, his other hand had moved past the bottom
of her dress, and found itself resting on the cold skin of her thigh.
Trembling so hard he was sure he was going to die, he started sliding
it up her body again, under her clothes.

   She wore nothing under it.

   Both of their mouths seemed to open of their own accord, and Bill's
tongue slipped out to lick her lips. They tasted like salty ice. He
felt one of her hands on his face, the cold fingers leaving a trail of
fire. His own hand had reached the top of her rib cage, and sliding
forward... cupped its breast.

   The creature broke its kiss, mouth open in shock. Gently, Bill
caressed the soft, firm mound, rubbing the small hard nub he found
there. He heard... a soft moan from deep within her.

   Suddenly, she sat down on him. He found his dick pressed against her
ass cheeks, and instinctively he started thrusting against her. The
bottom of her outfit slipped down to cover his cock, and he felt its
rough surface against the bottom of his dick as well as her smooth skin
against the top.  She leaned down to kiss him again, and Bill suddenly
realized he could feel cold liquid where the part in her legs touched
his skin. God, that was her...!

   He came.

   His hot essence traveled up under her clothing and landed along her
back. Ai reared up, sitting fully erect on Bill's chest, eyes open wide
and mouth forming an �O'. He shot again and again, coating her skin.
His one hand was still clutching her breast, and her movements had
pulled her dress up enough that his other hand easily went in to grab
the other one. They both held that pose, lost in their own pleasure.

   Finally, Ai dropped down onto her hands and knees over him again.
Her black eyes regained focus. A slight smile came to her blue lips,
and an exhausted Bill barely heard her whisper.

   "Love you."

   His eyes were full of all the wonder of first love. He dropped his
hands from her breasts, and brought them around to caress her face.
That wonderful, wonderful face.

   "I love you too, Ai. I love you with all my heart. Can... can you stay
with me, tonight? Can you stay solid?"

   She shook her black haired head, eyes suddenly sad.

   "No... hurts."

   "Wha...?!?" Sudden understanding hit him. She... she was enduring pain
to be with him! Every time he asked this of her, she would be
suffering! But... then, he realized, he was suffering too. The cold... His
body was starting to shake not just from the emotions and pleasures of
her company, but from the effects of her icy skin. If she stayed with
him, he'd probably freeze to death.

   "Go, then, Ai," he whispered. He brought her head down for one more
long kiss, then watched as she started to fade again. His now ice cold
cum fell through her body, landing with a chilly splat on his chest.
Ai's eyes began to fade back into emptiness a bit, as she backed off
the bed and stood back on the floor. Once she was standing, she seemed
to pause to think about something. Then, looking into his eyes again
she reached down... and pulled her outfit up and over her head. 

   Bill gasped. 

   She wasn't human.

   Well, yes, he already knew that, obviously, but... stunned, he swung
himself out of bed and walked around to stand nude before her. She
turned to face him, fear in her eyes. Bill let his gaze travel up and
down Ai's body. While most of her was as he had assumed, a mostly
normal girl with blue grey skin and blue lips and large black eyes, he
could now see the scales. They started between her legs, dark blue in
color and like small diamonds, then came up to form a large oval
covering most of her chest. They came to a rounded end just between her
breasts, and her hard nipples he saw seemed to be made of the same
material. Turning, she showed him her back side, and he saw she had a
hard blue ridge running up her spine, and up the back of her neck. It
must have been pure luck he hadn't felt it yet.

   Turning back to him, the trembling creature awaited his answer.

   Bill extended his right hand, caressing her ghostly cheek.

   "I still love you," he whispered, and suddenly she was fully formed
and in his arms kissing him. The ice of her full body pressing against
him was almost too much for his battered body to take, and quickly
realizing this Ai stepped back and faded again. Both of them were
grinning, though. Ai's expression changed, then, first sad, then... to
emptiness. 

   "Bye...." 

   Once again an empty creature was before him, and still nude it
walked to stand in its usual place against the wall. Bill stood there,
shivering looking at it. He then glanced down at his cum splattered
body, and gave an exhausted chuckle.

   "If these are wet dreams, they're becoming VERY strange..." 

****

   Bill walked down the unplowed street, a knit Sabres hat on his head
and a blue winter jacket half unzipped. A few inches had fallen over
night, not enough to close school if it hadn't been a Saturday but
enough to make the day off much more fun. Well... after he and Dad had
shoveled the driveway, that is. That had been gotten out of the way
early, though, and now the rest of the day was his.

   A car was coming up the road behind him, and Bill took a look back
to make sure it wasn't aiming at him. There were no sidewalks,
naturally, and even if there were they wouldn't have been shoveled yet.
Nope, the car missed him. As long as he was looking back there, Bill
also looked at the creature following him. 

   Creature... yes, her name was Ai. He loved Ai. But... what was following
behind him wasn't her. Or, at least, not fully her. It was almost as if
she came into that body from somewhere else... or, maybe, she was trapped
deep inside it and had to fight her way out each time. Hmm, that made a
bit more sense. Regardless, he was going to have to watch himself from
now on. He couldn't risk looking at or talking to Ai while around
people. That was going to be especially important now, as she was still
naked. He had found the rough white tunic on his bedroom floor that
morning, and had spent some time examining it. It was crudely sewed
together, with large stitches done by hand. He could probably do better
after his Home Ec class. Bill had tried to put it back on her, but
naturally it fell right to the floor. He hoped she wasn't getting cold...

   He laughed. OK, there was little chance of that!

   Five minutes of walking brought him to the turn for West Ledge Lane.
Back when his street had been created and the houses built, the idea
was for it to be part of a series of north/south winding roads
connected by some cross streets. You could see, on some old local maps
his Dad had, dotted lines showing where these were going to go.
However, for whatever reason, apart from Ledge Lane where he lived and
Clearview, which branched off and paralleled it for half its length,
none of it got built. This had resulted in a number of dead end
streets, ending at the large fields and woods which lay behind the
houses on either side of the two streets. A perfect situation for kids
of any age- not only could little kids play at exploring, but that
exploration found the occasional mattress left by teens doing their own
playing. He had always wondered how many half naked girls had plopped
down on one of those, only to hear and feel squeaks and scurrying
inside them...

   Bill made his way down the four house long street, and climbed the
pile of snow at the end of it. He looked out over the flat white field,
and the two large sledding hills. A few years ago, there had been an
attempt by someone to put a development here. They had gotten as far as
plowing a long, straight roadway, piling up the excess dirt in two
large mounds. Then everything had stopped and nothing had been heard
from them since. The local kids took it as a gift from the gods, with
two wonderful sledding spots where once you had to get your parents to
take you somewhere to sled. Today, both hills were active. Mostly
younger kids, although some had to be at least his age: Bill saw at
least three creatures up there. In fact, one of them appeared to be
riding in the front of a sled blowing the boy as he made his way down
one of the steeper slides.

   Bill shook his head. This had to be real: nobody could make
something this stupid up.

   Looking around, he didn't see Julie. He climbed down the hill, and
walked a bit into the field. The path was well trampled in the snow,
and he took a moment to use his tracking skills to examine the prints.
His detective work was interrupted by a girl's voice.

   "Bill!"

   He turned and looked back at the dead end street, and saw Julie
standing off to the side. She had been hidden by some trees, and thus
not visible until he had walked far enough forward. Julie had on a pink
jacket with white fur lining, and a hood that was currently thrown
back. White pants completed the outfit. She smiled at him, and beckoned
him over.

   "Fancy meeting you here," he said, trudging off the paths to join
her. 

   "It must be fate," she said, eyes twinkling. Bill gave her a puzzled
expression, then he shrugged.

   "Or at least a fateful note. What's up?"

   Julie bit her bottom lip. 

   "I... I wanted to talk to you, that's all. We don't talk anymore."

   Bill thought they said at least a dozen words to each other each
day, but gathered that's not what she had in mind. He shrugged.

   "Ok... what do you want to talk about?"

   She was silent for a few moments, eyes on the ground. Her gloved
hands seemed to be twisting themselves together. Finally, she just
looked at him and suggested they take a walk. Sighing, Bill agreed.

****

   Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

   None of this was going as Julie had planned. None of it! The well
rehearsed conversations with him went right out of her head. Hell, he
had gone off script with the very first thing he said! How the hell did
they do it in romance books?!?

   The two walked side by side through the snow, heading away from the
other kids sledding. They were breaking their own path, and if Julie
had been thinking more artistically that might have resonated with her.
But... Julie at times tended towards the literal. Maybe that was why the
occult fascinated her so much, it was so much outside of how she
usually thought. But, that was also probably why she hadn't fallen into
belief with any of it. She liked answers, not vague feelings.

   They came to a spot where a large clump of trees pushed out into the
field, and Julie pushed aside the branches on either side of a now
covered path and entered. Bill took over holding them open and
followed, and the two found themselves in a small enclosed space. The
snow wasn't as deep here, and there were some logs set up as seats.
Julie brushed one off and sat, Bill following suit. They looked at each
other.

   "Why DID you write the note?" Bill was looking at her with... she
couldn't decide if it was curiosity or annoyance. Maybe both. She bit
her lip. She really had to stop that habit.

   "Well... I just wanted to talk to you!"

   "About what?"

   "Does it HAVE to be about something?! Can't we just... talk?" Her eyes
were pleading with him. She saw him sigh, and unzip his coat a bit
more. That meant he was staying, at least. She took off her gloves, as
there was no wind here and it didn't seem that cold. They were silent
for a moment, then Julie spoke.

   "I don't know much about you any more, Bill... well, I know you like
to read, I see you reading all the time on the bus. Who's your favorite
author?"

   He sat up, thinking. That was one thing she knew she liked about
Bill. He took things seriously. Some boys would just toss off an
author's name, but, no, Bill was actually considering the question.
Grinning, he looked over at her.

   "It really depends on my mood. Last year I would have said Piers
Anthony, but I think I'm outgrowing him. I've been going through
Heinlein books like crazy this year. I've also started reading some
comics."

   "Anthony..." The name was familiar to her somehow... Her eyes lit up.
"Ah! Did he do some books about Tarot cards?"

   "Yes!" Bill was excited. Maybe they did have something to talk
about! "He did three books about a new 100 card tarot deck he invented,
with five suits. I actually wrote him a letter about it."

   Julie was impressed. Writing to an author!

   "Did he write back?"

   Bill laughed.

   "Yeah, sort of. I got a white index card with a typed reply that was
a touch rude, but didn't answer my question. One reason I'm outgrowing
him. The guy's a bit of a dick. Well," he corrected, considering it
again, "probably more the fact his books are a bit... simple. That's
probably one reason I loved them when I was twelve, though."

   "I've been meaning to read that Tarot one," Julie said, happily.
Bill smiled back at her.

   "It's a sort of companion series to his five book Cluster series,
which is about a guy who travels into lots of alien bodies and has lots
of sex while in different forms." Julie raised an eyebrow at this, and
put on a fake disapproving expression.

   "You read books with SEX in them? Bill, I am shocked!"

   "Best reason to read Piers Anthony!" He then attempted a lear at the
smaller teen. "Wanna borrow some, with the good parts underlined?" She
broke out laughing, holding her hand out in refusal.

   "No thanks! I know where mom keeps her romances if I need that!" He
laughed with her, and Julie's face flushed with pleasure. This was what
she wanted. They were becoming friends again.

   Bill's head suddenly swiveled to the right, looking at something.
She followed his gaze, but saw nothing. Looking back, she saw his
expression had changed. He now looked... sadder. More uncomfortable. She
saw him shift a bit on his log, almost as if he was getting ready to
go.

   No! She wasn't going to allow that!

   Julie stood up, and went across and sat next to Bill. He looked at
her surprised, and she gathered her courage up. She had to get this
right.

   "Bill, there's a reason I asked you here today." He waited, clearly
confused. She saw his eyes once again flick off to the side before
returning to her. Damn it, she had to keep his attention!

   "Bill, I..." She put her bare hand on his. "I like you."

   "You..."

   "I LIKE you, Bill." She squeezed his hand, and tried to put all her
emotions in her eyes. He was shocked, and once again his eyes went to a
point near a tree. Suddenly, Julie was pissed. "What the HELL are you
looking at over there?!?"

   Bill looked at her, really looked at her, for a long time. Once
again his gaze shifted, but it quickly came back to her and it seemed
like he had made up his mind. He removed his hand from hers, and looked
into her eyes.

   "Are we friends, Julie?"

   "What?!?" Of all the stupid things for him to ask! His expression
never changed, though, and he asked again.

   "Are we FRIENDS?" Julie just looked at him... then understood. No... for
the longest time they hadn't been. Not in the real meaning of the word.
That's what she was trying to change, though, so...

   "Why?"

   "I..." Bill swallowed, and Julie realized this was something series.
Not middle school crush serious, but... serious. "I need to talk to
someone. And... you need to understand. But this can't go beyond us. I
probably shouldn't even tell you... even if I can make you believe."

   "I can keep a secret," she said, and she meant it. It might not be
true, but she thought it was.

   Bill was quite for a moment, composing his thoughts. He took another
look off to the side, then his eyes widened and he looked at her with a
grin.

   "Got it! Julie, did you ever see the horror movie �The Eye'?"

   She thought a second, then nodded.

   "That's the one with the blind girl who sees ghosts, right?"

   "Yes." Bill paused, just looking at her. Julie started to get an
uneasy feeling about this, and she glanced herself over at that tree.
When she looked back, Bill was nodding at her. "After I fell out of
that tree... I started seeing things."

   Her eyes widened.

   "What," she whispered.

   "Creatures," he whispered back. He paused, waiting to see what her
reaction would be. She just looked at him, waiting to hear more. No way
was she going to leave his side now! "I see translucent, blue/grey
creatures walking around. Mostly female, although some males, both
teens and adults." He paused again as her hand reached out and took
his, and this time he allowed it.

   "Are they everywhere?" she asked, looking around. Bill shook his
head.

   "Not exactly. While there may be more, the ones I see are all paired
up with boys... boys who have hit puberty." Her expression turned a
little more unbelieving at that. What, with boner you get ghost? Then
her head suddenly swiveled around to the tree he keep looking at...

   "Bill! Do you mean...?!?" She swallowed hard, all unbelieving thoughts
fleeing from her mind.

   "Yes... I have one too."

   Bill stood, and freeing his hand from hers he walked a few feet to
the edge of their hideout. He reached out a hand, and seemed to be
caressing the top of something about as tall as his nose.

   "She's here. Most of the time my hand can move right through her,"
and he did just that, "but although it hurts her to do so, she can make
herself solid." Bill's hand lightly ran along what might be a cheek.
"Her name's Ai... and I think I love her."

   Julie looked at him in confusion for a moment, then...

   "You...!"

   He nodded, sadly.

   "She never tried to communicate with me until Friday, so it's not
like this has been an ongoing thing. But... she seems so lonely! Whenever
I see her, really see her, I just want to make her happy!"

   It was his voice that did it. She could hear the emotion in it, and
she could feel her heart breaking too. 

   "Please understand, Julie, I like you, I do, I always have, but..."

   "Can I meet her?"

   Bill looked at her. She met his gaze, and his shoulders sagged a bit.

   "I... I'll try. She may not be able to. I'll have to call her first."
He walked back and sat down next to her again. Julie was confused.

   "Call her?"

   "She... the creature is always there, and does what it does with no
life or emotion. But, I can bring out Ai, almost as if she's hidden
deep inside it. I'll see if she'll show herself to you." With that,
Bill closed his eyes and seemed to be trying to nap. She could hear him
muttering. "I love you, Ai..."

   Julie wasn't staring at that part of him. No, she definitely wasn't
staring at that part of him. It was pure chance that she happened to
notice the movement in his pants, and only that brought her attention
between his legs in time to see something rise up inside of it. Her
eyes got huge. She had seen the result before, but never... the actual
erecting. She looked at Bill's face, and he had a huge smile. Opening
his eyes, he looked down and his smile got even bigger.

   "Hi, Ai." He reached out and seemed to caress a head shaped object
in front of him, as if the creature was kneeling between his legs.
Suddenly, Bill's expression became worried.

   "No, Ai, it's OK! She's a friend! My friend! I wanted you to meet
her! Please! Please! I love you! Please!"

   Now Julie was frightened. She didn't know he was trying to prevent:
the ghost fleeing... or the ghost attacking her. She rose to her feet.

   "I'll go if I scare her!"

   "No, stay! Ai! Please..." His voice got calmer, and he pet the air
even more. "Please... why does she scare you?"

   There was a sound, a sound like wind through a hollow log. She
listened, with every fiber of her being.

   "Only... you..."

   "I'll only ever love you, Ai. Please. Can I touch you? Can I kiss
you?"

   Julie sat back down. For a moment there was nothing, then... the first
thing she saw was black, the darkest black hair she'd ever seen. It
appeared around and under Bill's fingers. She had barely comprehended
that when she realized a body also existed below it. A... nude body! Both
her hands went to her mouth. It was beautiful, but it was an unearthly
beauty, almost... an evil beauty. Man was not meant to see that, let
alone her. Then the creature turned its face to her... and Julie saw
those black eyes. In that instant, she almost fell in love. All
jealousy was gone. She understood every emotion Bill felt for the
creature.

   "You're beautiful, Ai..."

   Ai jerked her body back, frightened. Her arms clutched at Bill, as
if he was to protect her. Bill put his arms around her, drawing Ai up
almost into his lap. 

   "Shh... it's OK, Ai... she's my friend. My friend." He turned to Julie.
"Introduce yourself."

   "Hello, Ai... I'm Julie...." Ai was still trembling, although she
noticed one hand was fondling Bill's crotch. Julie looked at Bill
questioningly. He gave an embarrassed shrug.

   "It's what they do. Every time you see a boy with a hard on... it's
one of these things stroking or sucking him."

   Julie pictured the blue creature sucking Bill's penis, and she
blushed. So, she had gotten it backwards. With ghost you get boner! She
shook her head in wonder.

   "Why don't I get one to squeeze my breasts on a regular basis?"

   "How do you know you don't?" Bill grinned as he said this, and Julie
in shock grabbed her own breasts to see if there was something there.
She then quickly released them, face getting even redder.

   "So," she asked, angrily, "what the hell's her problem?"

   Bill's face got serious again, and he stroked Ai's face with one
hand while the other caressed her spine. Julie saw some sort of dark
blue ridge there, but her attention was mostly on Bill's face. He put
it right next to the creature's.

   "It's all right, Ai... just tell me why you're afraid of Julie..." The
thing looked at Bill with an expression of total love on it, and moved
its mouth up to his ear. Julie heard nothing, but was startled when
Bill's head shot back in surprise. The creature lay its head on his
chest, as Bill slowly turned to Julie. "She... Ai said, if a girl ever is
with me... Ai dies."

   "What?!" Now Julie was totally confused. "But I'm with you every
day! What the hell does she..." A thought came to her. Her unconscious
mind was sometimes much swifter then her conscious one. "Bill... are
there older boys who don't have a creature with them in school?"

   "Wha? Umm..." He thought. "Oh! I don't think Kevin Garon has one. He
DID, but I haven't seen it in awhile."

   Julie nodded, understanding coming.

   "That's it, then. I heard Alice Low slept with Kevin, so..."

   "ALICE?!?" Bill's face was suddenly one of outrage and heartbreak,
and he let his head drop down. So, Julie thought, that's who he's been
thinking of. There was so much going on here, she honestly didn't know
what to feel about anything anymore. Bill was also going through a wide
gauntlet of emotions, and it only took a few seconds for his thoughts
to circle around to the important part of her information.

   "So... if a boy has sex... they lose their companion." Ai's eyes came up
to meet his, and he saw the answer there. He leaned down to kiss her,
and Julie's face reddened again as she watched the most romantic thing
she'd ever seen. The two parted, and Julie heard a faint "bye" as Ai
faded away.

   Bill and Julie were alone.

   Sort of.

   Bill let go of a huge sigh, shoulders slumping. His head turned to
her, his expression tired.

   "I think we now have something to talk about."  

****

   They sat in silence.

   Bill's eyes were on Ai, as she stood back at her spot by the tree.
Her eyes were lifeless again, although he thought he caught some
movement of her looking between him and Julie. Ai wasn't that far
beneath the surface...

   "What are you gonna do?"

   He turned and saw Julie looking at him. Her blue eyes, which he
really hadn't paid much attention to before, were wet with emotion. She
was trying hard not to cry, and her hand once more crept over and lay
on top of his. He looked down at this contact, then back at Ai.

   "I don't know. Never have a girlfriend, that's for sure."

   Julie bowed her head, a few strands of her long brown hair falling
to cover her face, and Bill suddenly felt like shit. He half turned and
used his free hand to brush some of the hair behind her small ear, and
caressed her cheek with his thumb. Her eyes came up to look at him, and
he saw the tears.

   "I'm sorry... I..." He sighed, his finger now catching some of her
tears. "I can't be with anyone if it'll hurt her." Bill suddenly gave a
chuckle. "I'd be all for having two beautiful women in my life, one an
old friend, another an inhuman creature. I'm horny enough and have read
enough Heinlein books to consider that a reasonable option. But..." he
looked over at Ai again, "SHE would have to say it was OK, and I can't
see that happening if it means her end. Not that I'd be happy about
that either." Bill looked back down at Julie, and saw her smiling up at
him, eyes shining. Tears will do that, he thought. Her free hand came
up and held his against her cheek.

   "We'll see if there's an answer."

   "Answer? To which question?"

   "Well," Julie said, entwining her fingers with his in a gesture much
more intimate then Bill would ever have expected, "how can you have
your ghoul, and eat me too?"

****

   They talked for a good hour, stopping only to drive away smaller
kids who'd occasionally come and try and use the hideout. He told her
everything. Every observation he had ever made of the creatures, every
word and expression Ai had used. She even pressed him on details of
their encounters together. Both their faces were red as Bill described
how Ai had reacted to his touches, and his release. He didn't know what
good it would do, but he almost got a thrill over boasting of his
exploits. Maybe that's why some guys did it...

   Suddenly, he looked down at his crotch in surprise, then over at Ai.
He laughed, a joyous laugh.

   "What is it?" 

   Bill looked over at a confused, sexually aroused Julie and almost
giggled. He pointed between his legs.

   "Ai is pissed! I'm as horny as can be, and she refuses to give me an
erection! This means she has some control!" He jumped up and ran over
to the creature, put his hands on either side of her insubstantial head
and kissed the empty air. "I love you, Ai!" His dick suddenly burst
into full hardness, trapped in his pants, and looking down he saw both
her hands working on him. Looking up, Bill thought he saw a slight, sly
smile on that blank face, and he grinned again. He turned his head back
to Julie. "I think, for now, I shouldn't think about how beautiful and
sexy you are!"

****

   Julie closed the door to her bedroom, and threw herself on her bed.
Her mind was...

   ...she didn't know what her mind was.

   Magical creatures existed!

   She had held Bill's hand!

   She laughed, grabbed Horsey, her big stuffed frog, and hugged it
tightly as she rolled around on the bed. No day had EVER been like this
before!

   Julie sat up. And the day wasn't over! She had work to do!. Letting
go of Horsey, she jumped back off the bed and grabbed her laptop off of
the desk, then it was back onto the bed. Lying down, she got to work
searching the net.

****

   Two hours later, Julie was ready to sic her stuffed frog on the web.
Maybe it would find some nice flies to eat as it rampaged around and
destroyed unhelpful web sites...

   She rolled onto her back, and sighed. It should have been easy.
Somewhere, somewhen, there must have been people seeing creatures like
Ai. There must be people who knew about them NOW, even if they were
thought to be insane, or unpublishable! (The two were in no way
related, to her knowledge) But, no! She tried the occult sites, the
ghost sites, new age sites... even Japanese movie sites, in the hope some
of those long haired girls were based on legends that in some way
applied here! Nothing!

   Her tummy growled.

   With a frustrated grunt, Julie pushed herself off of the bed and
stood. She grabbed Horsey, and marched out of the room, down the hall,
and into the kitchen. She saw a formerly frozen pizza on the cutting
board cut in half, so grabbing a dinner plate she put the other half on
it and walked into the living room. Jenny was stretched out on the
couch with an empty plate on the floor next to her, watching Kiki's
Delivery Service. The 6th grader's eyes followed her sister as Julie
made her way to the bean bag chair and plopped into it.

   "I CALLED you when I made the pizza!" Julie's mouth was full, so she
just waved acknowledgment. Jenny's eyes narrowed. "What were you DOING
in there all that time?" Her sister rolled her head over towards the
youngster, swallowing.

   "Stuff."

   "Whatever." Jenny went back to watching the movie, thinking the
witch could do much better than that geek with the glasses and bad
striped shirt. Speaking of which...

   "Christine saw you talking with Bill all day... ALONE. Were you doing...
�stuff'... with him, too?"

   "Horsey attack!"

   With that, Julie picked up the green frog by one of its long legs
and heaved it at her sister. With a scream Jenny rolled off the couch
onto the floor, taking a pillow with her which she threw back at the
attacker. Julie caught it and whipped back a return throw. The frog hit
her in the face a moment later, and the two sisters fell back into
their seats laughing. 

   "Stupid traitor Horsey! Bad frog!" Julie hugged the stuffed frog
just so it knew how angry she was at it. She loved her frog. It had
been one of her earliest toys, three feet long, half of which was legs.
The rest of her stuffed animals had used it as a riding animal, hence
the name. Grabbing the rest of the pizza, she went on filling her
tummy.

****

   After another hour searching, Julie was ready to call it quits. She
had always thought she was smart, and great at researching stuff. She
may have not made it into the calculus class with Bill, but in all the
other class she was always at the top. So, why couldn't she find
anything to help him?!? She closed the lid on the computer, shoved it
to the side of the bed, and rolled onto her back holding Horsey. 

   She had to help Bill.

   If she didn't help Bill... she could never hold him. Never kiss him.
Never...

   She pictured Bill, lying on his bed. She was on all fours over him,
just like he had said Ai had been. She could be sexier then Ai. A hand
snaked down between her legs, rubbing against her white jeans as she
pictured herself naked over Bill, offering one of her breasts to him.
The hand moved up and undid the snaps, then went inside as the dream
Julie reached a hand back and caressed Bill's hardness. Her fingers
reached her secret place the same moment he pressed up against it, his
tip just entering...

   Julie shot into a sitting position, hand jerked away.

   That was it.

   That had to be it.

   OK, it might not be, but... oh, God, that could be it!

   Her heart was beating a mile a minute. It was the answer, but... could
she? Could she stand aside and let... Her eyes went to the phone...

****

   "I'll get it!"

   Betty jumped up off the couch and raced out of the room to answer
the phone. Bill and his parents just looked at each other and laughed.
Once the kid got her own cell phone this kind of childishness would be
a thing of the past, and Bill thought he'd kind of miss it. It's not
like any of the calls Betty rushed to answer were actually for him.

   "Bill! Phone!"

   His mom gave him a questioning glance, which Bill answered with a
shrug as he got to his feet and left his parents alone with the TV. He
found Betty holding the phone out for him in the kitchen, a smirk on
her face.

   "It's Julie!" She made kissy sounds as he took the receiver, then
just stood there to listen. Shaking his head, Bill brought it up to his
ear.

   "Hello. What's up."

   "Bill! I have it! Maybe I have it! It might work!"

   "What might?"

   "The plan to help you and Ai!!"

   Bill looked at Betty, who was going nowhere. He sighed.

   "We have someone listening at the moment who I can't get rid of..."

   "Wha... oh, Betty? No prob. Put the phone to her ear." Bill did so,
and waited. A moment later he saw his sister's face turn white. With
just a quick, frightened glance at her brother, she then fled the room.
Bill brought the phone back up.

   "OK, what was that?"

   "Oh," Julie laughed, "just using some of the blackmail material I
have saved up. Our sisters aren't as sneaky as they think they are."

   "No one ever is. So... what is your evil plan?"

   "Well... OK. Have you ever heard of the idea of �like cures like'?" He
hadn't. "Well, it's the theory Homeopathy uses, although Homeopathy
naturally doesn't work and is crap."

   "So, we're using a theory that doesn't work to help Ai?"

   "It doesn't work for real medicine and science. We're dealing with
magic here! It might very well be valid! But it's not the only thing
I'm basing this on. I was thinking about what you said about the two
times you... um... squirted... on her." Bill could hear the blush through the
phone. "You said she had this powerful reaction to its touch, right?"

   "Yup. It was incredible!"

   "I bet," Julie said, dryly, some jealousy coming through. "Well,
anyway, if that happens just from the touch of it... what might be the
result if... it's inside her?" Bill's eyes shot over to the nude Ai,
standing next to the refrigerator. 

   "You mean..."

   "Yeah, fucking her. Don't tell me you weren't planning on doing
that." He could hear the emotion in her voice, and he felt as guilty as
hell.

   "Well, yeah... although after today I've had second thoughts, but yeah
it'll probably happen if she lets it..."

   "Right. Well, my thinking is, if the danger is your first time being
with some girl who isn't Ai, what happens if your first time IS with
Ai?"

   Bill was silent. Damn it... she was right. Sex with Ai would be
dangerous. There was no way he could risk hurting her in any way... his
eyes were still on his silent blue-grey friend when he finally replied.

   "You're right... it would be dangerous. I can't..."

   "No! You don't understand! Like cures like! First time sex with me,
bad! First time sex with her... maybe great!"

   Bill resisted the obvious reply that any sex would be great for him.
This was too serious a topic.

   "But... WHY?"

   "I... I don't know," came Julie's soft voice. He could picture her,
phone in one hand, that stuffed frog held in the other. "It may be
that... well, there's magic in being someone's first."

   They were both quiet.

   "Are... are you OK, Julie?"

   "Yes... make love to her, Bill. Please. For us..."

   Us... 

****

   Bill closed his bedroom door. His parents and sister were still
watching TV on the other side of the house. The odds of him being alone
in the house anytime soon were small, so this was as good a chance as
any. He looked over at Ai, who was walking over to her usual spot.

   "Ai, wait."

   The creature paused, one bare foot raised. She lowered it and
turned, and Bill slowly walked up to her. Ai's black eyes raised up to
meet his, and he could see his friend in them. He gathered his
thoughts...

   "Ai... Julie thinks she knows how she can help us. How... you can stay
with us forever, without fear of her." Ai raised a ghostly hand up and
touched his cheek, staying insubstantial for now. Bill raised his hand
to her face in reply. "She doesn't know what it will do... or if it will
do anything. But... I trust her. She's my oldest friend, and I want you
to be her friend too. I want to try this, but only if you're OK with
it." Bill swallowed hard.

   "Are you willing?"

   He felt her hand and face slowly become solid, cold, and soft. Her
lips moved ever so slightly.

   "Friend... love... trust."

   Bill smiled down at her. His heart was ready to explode.

   "Go lie down on the bed, Ai."

   As she turned and slowly climbed onto the bed, Bill removed his
clothing and let them fall to the floor. The sight of her crawling on
all fours away from him was incredibly sexy, and when she reached the
pillows and rolled onto her back he shook his head to clear it and
climbed up next to her. 

   Bill let his eyes take in her body... the soft skin, the dark blue
scales on her stomach and down between her legs... he took his hand and
gently touched her above the belly button, and found the scales were
like soft fingernails. He ran the hand up over her breasts, making Ai
moan, then he down the trail of scales until he reached her secret
place. The opening was surrounded by softer scales on either side, and
a trickle of thick, cold liquid was coming out. It was warmer than her
skin, but not by much. Ai's hips moved as his fingers played with her,
and Bill lowered his lips to kiss her. Ai's hands began caressing his
arms and chest as she moaned into his mouth.

   It was time.

   Ai's eyes watched as Bill got between her legs. His cock was as hard
as it had ever been, and he was shaking with excitement, and fear. His
face was above her, and he looked deep into the blackness of her eyes.

   "I love you, Ai."

   "Love... Bill."

   He moved his hips forward, and as soon as the tip felt the cold
wetness, it was almost as if it was guided into its home. Bill's mouth
opened in shocked awe as Ai's legs crossed behind him and almost pulled
Bill completely into her. He looked down at the face of his love, and
her eyes were as wide as his. They were joined. His fire was inside her
ice. Slowly, he pulled back and began thrusting. 

   "Oh... God..."

   The feelings were incredible. Never... he never wanted to stop. He
never wanted to leave her. Ai's hands came up and gripped his body, and
he saw her breasts heaving. Her hips and legs timed their thrusts to
increase his speed. He wasn't going to last long... nothing... nothing had
ever prepared him for the pure pleasure coursing through his body where
they were joined. It was... it was heaven.

   Suddenly...

   He happened to be looking down when the first exquisite jolt shot
out of his cock. At the same time his system almost overloaded at the
pleasure, he saw... actually saw! a pulse of power shoot into Ai and
travel up her body under her skin. Ai's body tensed almost ridged, her
back bowed, legs locked behind his ass, her eyes wide and unseeing and
her mouth open in a silent scream. Another pulse... and another... each
shot out of his cock and into her, flowing into the rest of her body.

   And another...

   And another...

   It wasn't stopping.

   What was left of Bill's mind tried to comprehend what was going on.
Jolt after jolt of pure pleasure was rocking him, and he felt himself
getting weaker and weaker as if...

   ... as if Ai was draining him.

   He tried to pull out, but her legs were locked behind him. He tried
to say something, but nothing worked. Nothing. He was... he was going
to...

   Bill stopped struggling.

   He was saving Ai...

   There was one final blast. The instant it left him, his cock went
soft. His fading mind could see it travel straight up her body, between
her breasts, up the neck, and into...

   She screamed.

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

   Ai's legs snapped open, and Bill was almost thrown back onto the
mattress. The piercing sound seemed to snap his mind awake, and
although he had almost no strength the sight of her in such agony sent
a surge of adrenaline through him. He was up sitting next to her in an
instant, trying to draw her head up into his lap. After five seconds
she stopped screaming, and Bill could hear confused sounds from the
other side of the house. He looked down at her...

   Ai's eyes were darting around, uncertain. Her hands were waving
around in an unthinking search, and when they found him they grabbed on
with an icy grip. Her breathing was rapid, breasts heaving. Bill could
think of nothing to do but try and calm her.

   "Shhh.... hush... it'll be OK... I'm sorry, Ai... I'm so sorry..." He heard
his name yelled from down below. It was near the stairs. "Ai, would you
feel better if you faded back? You can go if you need too..."

   Her eyes stilled for a moment, and her breathing calmed. As the
sound of people coming up the steps quickly came to him, Bill relaxed.
Then Ai turned her face up to him, her expression one of fear, wonder...
and hope.

   "Can not... go?" She pulled herself up, almost sitting in his lap. Her
black eyes were wide, excited. "Am here!"

****

   The bedroom door burst open, and Bill's dad took three quick steps
into the room ready for anything. Mom followed a step behind, with
Betty trailing. All three skidded to a halt.

   Before them, on top of the quilt his Grandmother had made, sat a
naked Bill. In his lap sat... a creature. A girl. Black hair framed a
face of exquisite beauty, and her nude bluish body clung to Bill in
fright. Its black eyes trembled.

   "What the..." Dad tried to comprehend the scene, but couldn't. Bill,
wanting to calm them, started stroking Ai's hair.

   "Mom, Dad... this... this is a friend of mine. Ai."

   There was silence.

   Then Betty, with an insight that only little sisters possess,
suddenly comprehended the truly important fact this scene was telling
her:

   "Oh, man, Julie is going to be PISSED!"

****
Edited by SciFi Nut

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