A Spirited Morning

June woke up feeling the warmth of another body pressed tightly against his back. In his tired state he took a moment to enjoy the warm breath on the back of his neck, the swell of breasts pressing against his back, soft skin on his back, and the rapidly hardening cock that had slid between his thighs and was pressing against his balls.

His eyes shot wide open at that last realization.

June looked around this wasn’t his bed, this wasn’t his room, and he wasn’t dating anyone.

The person spooning him had their arm wrapped around his chest and was surprisingly strong. He tried struggling a moment, but all that served to do was make the person’s dick harder. He tried to reason with himself, was this a dream or…

The last night rushed back to him and he remembered going to bed, which meant that the person fucking his thighs had to be Bailey.

“Hey, Bailey wake up,” June said, softly at first, then repeated it again louder.

No response, but she did pull her hips back and her dick slipped out from between his thighs, for a moment his heart stopped as he felt the tip of her dick press against his asshole, but it slipped and slid back between his thighs, June tried to slip free again but it was met with Bailey starting to hump him faster.

“Bailey Sto-mphh!” a hand clamped over his mouth and the thrusting became faster, then erratic, and finally June felt as something hot and sticky coated his thighs, the dick pulled back, spraying the rest over his ass and up his back.

Then in a swift movement he felt Bailey pull away from him. June immediately crawled out from the covers and spun around to yell at her, only to find Bailey was nowhere to be seen, just a light pink mist vaguely shaped like a person quickly vanishing through the closed door.

June just stared at the empty room, the large quantities of clear goo filling his side of the bed.

“What the fuck!” June said as he started to realize what just happened.

He apparently said it loud enough to catch attention from the hallway, there was a nock on the door, and June heard Natalie’s raspy voice from the other side.

“Hey are you okay?”

“No,” June said back, still staring at the bed.

“I’m coming in,”

Natalie opened the door, froze for a moment on seeing him naked, then came the rest of the way in and closed the door, looking in confusion from June to the bed.

“What happened June?” She asked walking over carefully.

“I think a ghost just **** me!”

She stopped clearly taken back by what he’d said even without seeing her face.

“What?”

“When I woke up there was someone behind me in bed and they were pressed up close, then they started fucking my thighs, then… Finished… Then fled the room in a cloud of pink smoke.”

“That’s… I’m so sorry, we should tell Trix, and let everyone know that there’s a ghost that might. Well, do this.”

“Fuck this is so embarrassing, and now I have to figure out how the hell to get that out of the sheets.”

Natalie turned to the bed that was plastered with the ghost cum.

“Well, good news on that front at least, that’s ectoplasm, so it should vanish in a few hours as long as it’s exposed to air. Honestly we should collect some into a jar, I know my grandma used to use it for potions.”

“Feel free,” June sighed and turned awkwardly to try and see his back, “I guess I have to wait for this all to evaporate before I can get dressed then.”

“Hmmm,” Natalie shook her head, “I-,” she paused, shifting side to side, “If you promise not to look at all, I was actually just heading to the shower. Maybe if we keep the lights off, and you don’t try to look at me, we can just use opposite shower stalls, it should just wash off.”

“Really? I mean, only if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, just, please be respectful of my privacy.”

“Of course, thank you so much.”

“Don’t mention it. Besides, who knows what would happen if you let horny ghost jizz soak into your skin that long.”