Intense Study Session

Later that night, Daisy sat with Jack at his Kitchen table as they poured over the notes from that day's class. They had been studying for about an hour when Daisy felt something slip up behind her ear. "I think it's about time you took a break." the spirit whispered.

Daisy nonchalantly brushed her hair back in an attempt to push it away. The entity merely cooed, "Come now, you need it." She sucked in a breath as her panties suddenly shoved themselves between her pussy lips.

"You okay?" Jack asked.

"Y-yeah. I think I just need a break." she responded.

"You're telling me! I'm gonna go pee." he quickly stood and walked off to the bathroom.

She shook her head at him as he left. "He's cute." the entity purred.

Jack? I mean sure she supposed, but she'd never really considered...Stop, she needed to focus. "Probably not the best time for that kind of talk." she muttered.

"Oh I disagree." the disembodied voice countered, and Daisy suddenly felt herself hoisted out of her chair by her underwear.

"Eep!" she gasped, and quickly covered her mouth with one hand, while the other grabbed the table for support, her hips swaying as they pushed themselves out. "Not now!" she hissed.

She heard Jack walking back into the room, and quickly pulled herself back around as the spirit released her. Jack was rather handsome now that she looked and-stop it! She shook her head as he glanced at her strangely. "You alright?" he asked as he pulled his chair back out to sit down.

He sat down, and as she tried to do the same she sucked in a breath as she felt a **** pull him into his lap. He grunted and looked at her with a startled expression. "Never better!" she chirped, trying to act natural. As natural as she could at least.

She could feel the **** wasn't going to let her up, so she turned back to the textbook. "I think we should get back to it, don't you?"

"Right..." he said as his eyebrow quirked at her.

She felt something tickle up her sides and she squirmed, shifting around a bit in his lap. "Uh Daisy? Is there something..."

She turned to back to give him a clever retort, but just stared into his eyes as she felt something swirl around her clit. Oh fuck it. She leaned in and kissed him, raising a hand to his face. He hesitated for a moment in surprise, before eagerly returning the gesture.

Soon, she straddled him on the chair, furiously trading spit as their tongues battled for dominance. The ghostly teasing between her legs hadn't ceased, and when he shoved aside their papers with a hand and pulled her onto the table, she was more than ready.

For the next few hours, they fucked mercilessly around his small apartment, releasing pent up sexual tension she hadn't even realized they'd so deeply developed. On the table, counter, and even the floor they grinded against each other in passion as his thrusts and kisses were occasionally joined by otherworldly fingers and tongues. A while later, they lay snuggled up on his couch watching TV as his fingers casually played with her tits. Between her legs, another familiar ethereal finger traced up her slit as if to say 'You're welcome.'