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**Authors Note: A special thanks to Colleen Thomas for her original invaluable editing assistance, especially her attentiveness at the last minute. Her contributions could not be understated. Many thanks as well to rozezwild for her editing, review, and assistance in the polishing of the story. Their help made the presentation of this story possible. All the good stuff is because of them. The bad stuff is mine alone. Copyright 2006 by Hugo_Sam ** **This is the requested sequel to my Halloween story, Ghostly Date. While I believe it will stand on its own, it would probably make more sense with the background from reading Ghostly Date. Please enjoy. ** * With the arrival of the Holiday season, it seemed everyone was rushing to accomplish something. There was such a multitude of things to do. Term papers that were due, finals, trying to do the shopping, getting ready for the Holiday itself; it was almost too much. Sheila wondered to herself if she could possibly get it all done. As a senior in college, she had little room for error with her schoolwork. After her screw up earlier in the semester, she had absolutely no room for another mistake with Alex. Sheila was very aware that she still held on to Alex by the thinnest thread. If not for his mother's note and exhortations, he would probably have thrown her straight out the door. That was not quite right, Katy's words, or was Katy really his mother, or a ghost or just another flake. Neither she nor Alex knew for sure. They both knew what they saw. Both of them talked to her. Alex said he slept with Katy. That didn't sound like a ghost to her. Still, everything about Katy was strange. If she wasn't Alex's Mother's ghost, then she was a dead ringer. Alex and Sheila had spent hours poring over memory books. She'd pulled out all the older memory books that covered the Class of '80. She'd also rummaged through the literally hundreds of photo albums that resided in her sorority house. There were so many pictures and many of them looked exactly like Katy. Sheila knew that while Alex had taken her back, things were not the same. She was sure there were multitudes of reasons. Alex had been his ever-polite self. He did not yell at her or berate her. He was however, more distant, a little cooler, and always very proper. They'd only been to bed for sex two times since Halloween. Even then, their sex had been almost mechanical. The passion and tenderness she'd always felt from Alex were gone. He was not abusive, or nasty, it was as if he never let down his guard. Finding Alex immediately after his being with Katy had given Sheila an inkling of the pain and emotional anger that she'd inflicted on him. She knew how she felt, so she could well imagine what he'd been going through. Doing her best to make it up to him had been a constant job. Sheila was not sure just how successful she had been. The ghost of Katy still hung there in the air between them. Whether Katy had been a real woman or in fact a ghost, didn't really matter. She stood between them just as her fling with the quarterback did. The difference was that the quarterback was history for good. Katy was an unknown, still waiting in the wings somewhere. Added on top of her uncertainty about Alex, was trying to do well in her next to last semester of school. She needed the grades to carry her, so that she had a better chance of graduating cum laude. She felt that in the current job market, she needed that extra accolade to help land a decent job. Her emotional roller coaster this semester had left her with needing to finish the semester with very high marks to preserve what she had accomplished in earlier semesters. She'd slacked off too much in the earlier part of the semester. All of these things were swirling around Sheila's mind as she pushed her way into the department store. She still had to find appropriate gifts for Alex. Normally, she did her shopping early, but with her misstep with the quarterback, she hadn't even thought about a gift for Alex. Since their reconciliation, she had been so apprehensive about the relationship, that she hadn't been sure she would be still seeing him at Christmas. She wanted to spend all of her available time with Alex, but he remained remote. Not only was she unsure of the direction of the relationship, she was unsure how long she could continue to see him if he continued his coolness toward her. The warm, loving, and caring man she'd known for almost a decade, was submerged, and try as she might; she had been unable to break through the barrier. It was taking quite a toll on Sheila emotionally. Would he ever forgive her? Usually for Christmas, Sheila and Alex exchanged three gifts apiece, sometimes there were more, but there was always a core of three or four. They always followed the same pattern for each of them. One gift was a gag gift. There would be one or two nice gifts of general usefulness. An immensely personal gift always supplemented the more conventional gifts. Something that would be lasting and certain to be treasured and remembered for many years. Once Sheila had located, selected, and purchased all of Alex's gifts, she headed for her apartment. By a strange twist of fate, both of her roommates had already left campus for other places before the end of the semester. She hoped they would return before the next semester. They'd paid their rent through the first month of the new semester. After that, Sheila would have to find a new place if they didn't return. Either that or find a new set of roommates very quickly. She could financially survive with one, but two made it easier. As she entered the apartment, placing the bags on the dining room table, she mentally took stock of what all needed to be done. Being a smallish apartment, the kitchen was too small to eat in, so the dining room table served as a place to do the eating, study, playing games, and general catch all. Sheila knew she had to hurry to get dinner going. It had taken much longer than she'd planned to pick out Alex's gifts. With him due to arrive in a little over four hours, Sheila felt rushed to get everything ready. Although there were really two more weeks to Christmas, they had planned this as their celebration weekend. She hoped that it would be a celebration. After this weekend, she was going to very busy in the crush of doing the final polishing on her term papers and finals. There would be little time for much outside of schoolwork until Dec 22, when school officially ended. Her parents expected her home for Christmas and she hoped to bring Alex with her. A whole lot was riding on how the weekend's celebration went. Dinner preparation was almost finished when a knocking at her apartment door interrupted Sheila. Exhaling in frustration, she yelled. "Just a minute!" The roasted chicken was well under way and required little more maintenance. She was in need of a shower and the final getting ready was yet to do. Company she did not need. She rushed over to the door, looking somewhat disheveled from her activities in getting dinner and the apartment prepared for the weekend. She opened the door, and then fell into silence. "Aren't you going to invite me in?" The visitor inquired of the stunned Sheila. "Would you rather we talked in the hall?" continued the visitor as she raised her eyebrow in question. "Ah...no... Please come in." "Thank you. I told you I would be back. Something smells wonderful. I gather tonight is a special evening? I've arrived just in time I see." "It's the honey pineapple turkey." Sheila tried to form a coherent sentence, reflecting her surprise without sounding rude. "I'm sorry, there's no way to ask this nicely. Why are you here? Who are you really? What do you want?" ***** The visitor chuckled with a pleasant tingly kind of sound. She realized she had surprised the hell out of Sheila. While they had met, it was only once, very briefly. "I'm here to see you. I came to help you personally, and to help you resolve your problems with Alex. I don't want anything more than to see you two back together and loving each other without reservations, as your were before. I think you know who I am." "That's not possible. I mean; the part about whom you are. That would make you at least 46 years old. You don't look a day over twenty. Who are you really?" "Forty eight in your years actually." "There is no way you are forty eight years old. You can't be." "Well, you are right and wrong. I would be forty eight if Jacob, Alex's father, hadn't killed me when I was twenty six." Sheila grabbed a dining table chair, pulling it out to sit on. She was not sure if she should believe Katy or not. Her eyes and research told her that this was Katy, but she could not reconcile that she was talking with a ghost. It was not possible and not probable. "Let me tell you a story. It's the same story I told Alex on Halloween, only this time I will fill in the blanks I can. You can get your shower while we talk." Sheila felt like she was in the old 'Twilight Zone' TV show. She allowed herself to be pulled out of her chair and led to the master bathroom. Katy settled down on the closed commode as she prepared to tell Sheila the same ghost story she told Alex Halloween. Sheila just stared at Katy. Not really moving and certainly not getting undressed. "A shower will work so much better without the clothes Sheila." ***** Sheila roused enough from her stunned stupor to begin undressing herself. Off came her button down oxford shirt. Her shoes and then her socks were soon lost. Jeans followed these and then she hesitated at her underclothes. She looked at Katy as she reached to her back to release the catch on her bra. Katy smiled and nodded her head indicating Sheila should continue. As most women do, Sheila visually compared her breast size with Katy. Sheila finished removing her bra, revealing her well-proportioned breasts crowned with dusty pink nipples. Not trying to hide her nudity, having been nude in front of her roommates, Sheila felt at ease with Katy. She couldn't figure out why she felt so at ease with Katy, but she did, sensing no threat. Grabbing the waistband of her bikini panties, she pulled them down her long shapely legs. When the lacy pink fabric reached her feet, she stood, shook them off her left foot, and lifted her right foot to grasp them and put them in the dirty clothes hamper. Once undressed, she turned the water on in the shower to could get the temperature right. Sheila gathered her shaving utilities and placed them on the shelf in the shower. She wanted to be perfectly groomed for Alex. She hoped that with the celebration of Christmas, he would have cause to see all of her. Checking the temperature of the water, she moved inside the shower door, and called to Katy. "You were going to tell me the story. " ***** "Yes, of course. Please let me tell it all the way through before you interrupt. I will tell you all I know. More than I told Alex." Katy rose off the commode, moving to stand near to the shower, so Sheila could hear her over the running water. She told the same story she'd told Alex on Halloween night. As she was telling it, she watched for reactions from Sheila: first, because of the details making up the story and secondly, to see if she was really paying attention. Sheila gasped in all the right places. She was dismayed and saddened by the tale of Katy's death. "What I didn't make clear to Alex, is that I've been watching him in one form or another for all his life. I know just about every aspect of his life, at least those behaviors that can be observed." "I can't read minds, so you're safe, but if you do something physical at some point in time, I may well know about it. I have only watched you occasionally until more recently. The reason is you were dear to Alex. I hope you'll forgive me for invading your privacy. Of course, most ghosts don't let the people they observe know about it at all. "So you are a ghost then?" "I honestly don't know. I use the term because it's easiest to understand. I am somewhere between alive and dead. I do not age. I've seen other ghosts that are moving among you. I can control being seen but not by who. No one has ever given me any rules." "It's pretty much trial and error. I have gathered from observation of other ghosts that it has something to do with the way you die and resolution of the death. Because Jacob murdered me and there are no records indicting he did, I will forever remain a ghost. Since he's dead, he can't be held accountable." "I don't know that I can help you and Alex. I tried to help on Halloween, but you two still seem so distant," sighed Katy, as she wrapped up her story. "He says he forgives me, but I know he really hasn't. I can feel it in the distance between us. Alex is so sweet; he has never said anything else. Sometimes the tension is so vast between us; you can almost touch it. I want so much for us to be together as we were before." "Doubts are seriously creeping in as to whether we can survive as a couple or not. Did you know that we have only made love two times since Halloween? It's not at all like it once was. He's still kind and gentle, but something is missing. It's too rote, to steady and predictable." "You can fix that." "If I can, I need to know how. It's tearing me up inside. I'm about ready to call off the whole thing. Oh God! Listen to me talking to the ghost of my boyfriend's mother. Have I lost my mind?" Sheila started to sob while still standing in the shower. ***** Sheila felt a rush of cold air as the shower door opened. She didn't even look up; figuring Katy was simply trying to see her while they talked. She started when she felt the brunette's arms encircle her." "What're you doing?" "You needed to be held. I'm holding you." "But you're a ghost" "I can still hold you. I can even get wet it seems. I just don't get a chill. I can still feel. It's different. Most things are somewhat muted. I can still hold you to show I care." Despite her confusion at the situation, Sheila relaxed in Katy's arms. It felt so good being held with love and affection. Although, she'd fooled around some with her roommates, it was usually when she was so horny that she couldn't stand the needing any longer. It was not regular, but it was enough to de-sensitize her to Katy's hugging her nude body close, even though Katy was also nude. "I may be dead, but I know when someone needs to be held. The 80's were not so long ago that we were in the dark ages! You needed holding, so I'm holding you. You're not the first nude woman I've held." "That's fine, but I still have to shave and rinse off. Thank you though." Katy released Sheila and moved into the corner of the shower stall to watch. Sheila bent over to get her shaving supplies. In doing so, she showed all of her private parts to Katy from her slightly winking brown button and to her pussy. She was already slightly reddened and engorged. Between her anticipation of the evening with Alex and Katy's warm embrace, .the young woman found herself getting excited. "I want to watch, I've never seen someone shave their pussy before," said Katy. "After I do my armpits and legs, you can do me if you want." Sheila immediately thought, 'What am I saying? I just asked a ghost to shave me. Oh! God!' "Can I? That would be great! How do you keep from getting excited?" asked Katy beginning to get excited at the thought. "By yourself, it's not as hard. If someone else shaves me, I usually do. It can be very erotic. Alex sometimes shaves me. Oh! God! I'm sorry. I forget you are his mother." "It's OK. I think I take a little more than motherly interest in Alex, don't you? Considering how Alex and I met; and how you and I met immediately afterward, I think I can well understand you two have a sexual relationship." As Katy said this, Sheila was busy taking care of the shaving of her other body parts. She kept herself neatly shaven, so maintenance was not difficult. She discovered she was becoming excited by thoughts of Katy shaving her. 'I wonder if ghosts can have sex?' As soon as she thought this, she remembered that the other woman was intimately acquainted with Alex. 'It's strange; I don't feel jealous of Katy at all. I think it's hot!' As Sheila finished shaving her long legs, she remained seated on the platform. She handed the razor to Katy. Then she handed her the shaving gel. She scooted to the very edge of the platform and opened her legs wide. "Please be careful. As you might imagine, it's very sensitive there." "I bet. Are you sure you want me to do this? I've never done this before; not even close." "Sure. You've shaved your legs and underarms before right?" "Yes, but not for a very long time." "Yeah, I guess you haven't. Go ahead anyway." ***** Katy filled her hand with the shaving gel. She then proceeded apply the cream liberally to Sheila's pussy. When she had the area well covered, she turned the water back on, rinsing her hands. Proceeding along she shaved the outer areas around the dirty blonde-haired woman's pubic area and pussy as gently as she knew how. She cleaned the entire pubic hair area above the young woman's sex. Easing down she shaved the creases between Sheila's legs and her outer lips. Sheila had a much larger set of outer lips than her own. They were already partially engorged and slightly pink. Her inner lips protruded from the center of her sex. The wavy, crinkled flesh was free of any hair so Katy knew she would have little trouble with them, other than keeping them out of the way. After the outer areas were clean, she wiped away much of the excess from directly on the younger woman's outer pussy lips. Still leaving a coating of lather over the area, she then proceeded to run the razor gently over Sheila's outer lips. When this area was as clean as the area above her pubis, Katy moved to stretch the outer lips to get at the inner hairs that were hiding down inside the fold. Katy repeated the stretching process on both sides of Sheila's pussy. When she was close to finished, she wiped down the working area with the wet washcloth. She pulled and stretched the blonde's pussy to look and insure she had all the stray hairs. Taking such a close look at the rapidly engorging pussy showed Katy just how excited the younger woman had become during her ministrations. Being new to this activity, she was surprised by just how excited she had become. She did have to do a few touch-ups of stubborn hair on the inner side of her lips. When she thought she was about finished, Sheila moved. "Get it all the way down, please." Katy saw that there were still some stray hair below Sheila's pussy and moving to the area around her anus. She rubbed shaving cream around the area. She continued her gentle shaving as Sheila placed both of her knees in the crooks of her arms, pulling her pussy and anal area wide open and tilting the whole area up. Being careful not to nick her new friend, Katy shaved the remaining area. When she finished her shaving, Sheila's entire public region was completely free of any hair. "You sure you've never done that before?" "Quite sure, I've shaved my arms and legs, but never there. Now, I did have to learn to shave my no good husband, as he considered it my 'wifely' duty." "You're kidding! Was he that big of a jerk?" "Yes and no. Yes, he really was a drunken lout, but the shaving wasn't very bad. If you get beyond being forced to do it, it can be a lot of fun to do. If you're with the right person, I'm sure it could be downright erotic." As Katy was telling Sheila about her married shaving exploits, she was gently rubbing and rinsing her entire pubic area. Distracted by the older woman's story, Sheila was slow to recognize that her cleaning was moving towards caressing. Katy was well aware of what she was doing. She let the washcloth fall to the shower floor, but did not cease her caressing. |
