The dream

# The Dream

I keep having the same dream.

In it, my best friend Jess and I get taken to a haunted house where our bodies get possessed by horny ghosts. They keep us in a state of arousal, and we're made to give our bodies to a string of big cocks. Every time I climax, the ghost gets ejected from my body because of the pleasure. And that's when I wake up.

But it's not a dream. It's really happening. I'm on all fours on a dusty hardwood floor. Jess is beside me, her ass in the air, her face pressed into an old velvet couch. And we're both getting fucked.

The cock ramming my pussy feels enormous. I gasp, my palms sliding on the floor as Derrick grips my hips and hauls me back onto him. He and Marcus are our best friends from college. When they dared us to spend the night in the Mortimer house, Jess and I didn't have to look at each other twice.

We wanted this. That's the part nobody tells you. Everyone in town knew the stories — ghosts that crawl into you through your mouth or your pussy or your ass, ghosts that want to remember what it feels like to be alive, to be touched, to be filled. And we wanted to feel it too. We told each other so in the car, whispering over the boys' heads. If a ghost wanted to borrow us for a night, we'd let it. We just didn't expect it to feel like this.

The night started out easy. A bottle of wine on the porch, the four of us laughing at shadows, Marcus doing a terrible impression of a wailing ghost. Jess kept grabbing my arm and squealing every time something creaked. We pushed through the front door like we owned the place, flashlights sweeping over peeling wallpaper and furniture draped in sheets like sleeping women.

We were having fun. That's the part I keep coming back to. We were having fun, kissing the boys in the dark, letting their hands wander under our shirts, giggling into each other's mouths. And then Derrick kissed me. Properly kissed me, slow and deep, the kind of kiss that says we're not stopping here. And I felt something cold slide into my mouth.

Not his tongue. Something else. Something that tasted like static and smelled like …