Puppet Masters: A Ghost Sex Story (Bizarre Erotica Stories) by Alice J. Woods Read Free Book Online Page B

look like and I think you look young and hot and sexy.”
     
    Max had a way with words sometimes.
     
    The place wasn’t really crowded. There were a couple of single guys at the bar, creeping on the few single girls who’d wandered in, but the rest of the customers were couples. Max was right.
     
    We figured out pretty quickly the back booths were where couples who wanted a little privacy gravitated. There were a few we thought had potential, Max judging solely by how close they sat together in the booth and me judging by how much they laughed together.
     
    One of the girls had long dark hair, like I have—had—and was about my height. I had it in my mind Max could at least get an idea of what I looked like if I picked a girl who had something in common with me. All I knew about Max was he had blonde hair. Strangely, what we looked like alive was one thing we’d never really talked about. I pointed them out to Max.
     
    “Yeah, Delia, I like them. What do you think? Let’s follow them home.”
     
    “Do you like ‘them’ or do you like her?” I felt a surprising stab of jealousy.
     
    “Delia, l love you. I meant they looked like they’re together, maybe in love, and it would be less creepy for you, and probably them, if they’re comfortable with each other. If you don’t like them, we can find someone else.”
     
    Max was right; they did look happy together and if they weren’t in love, they at least appeared to like each other a lot.
     
    “Yeah, okay. They’ll be fine.”
     
    They lived close by…everyone seems to live close to the bar they go to most often. They had a small walk-up apartment they obviously shared. I was wondering if we’d end up spending any time watching television or movies with them until they went to bed. But they went straight to the bedroom and apparently had the same idea we did; they started kissing as he started unbuttoning her shirt and she worked at the snap on his jeans.
     
    Part of me wanted to look away; this was really private stuff. But part of me was completely turned on, as much as I could be as a spirit, by watching something so intimate.
     
    “Delia? Did you hear me? I think we should do whatever it is we’re supposed to do now, before they get too far along. You think?” Either Max was as excited as I was or he really did have a point. Maybe it would be less jarring if we started at the beginning rather than interrupted them later.
     
    “Yeah, okay. What do I do?” Suddenly I was nervous.
     
    “It’s like the hymnals, only different. Try to be open to their their minds more than their bodies at first….hard to explain…I’ve got him…and…oh, wow….Delia.” Max’s voice faded away, replaced by the blonde guy talking. “I’m here.”
     
    “Of course you’re here, Dave, where else would you be?” The dark-haired girl looked up at ‘Dave’. “You okay, babe? You look a little funny.”
     
    “Um, no…I’m just…fine. Little too much to drink maybe.” He looked around the room and I knew it was Max in there looking for me.
     
    I tried to let go of anything I was thinking, of the tension I felt…if I could I would have closed my eyes. I sensed other ‘things’ in the room then, not only me and Max and the girl, and some residual bits of Dave…but something—things—from outside the apartment.
     
    I was suddenly overwhelmed with spirits: humans, dogs, cats—a parrot—I was an open door. Or more like I’d opened the door and they all came rushing in. I’d almost go back to flinging hymnals if this was how it was going to be.
     
    I finally waded through the non-humans and anyone or thing not actually in the room with me and focused on the girl. With surprising ease I felt myself glide into her human form. There was a brief ‘snap’, like the focus suddenly got adjusted and everything was crystal clear. I had a body. And this body was made for...and aching for...sex.
     
    “Oh. My. God. Max, this is incredible.” I