I Died

So, I was in the hospital. Fever, low blood pressure and an aching body. It started last night, suddenly felt cold—shivering like crazy. After a couple of hours it turned into a very high fever, around 40 C.

I had paramedics at my home early in the morning, but they only said I had a fever and wanted to wait. Typical. A few hours later I had a nurse checking up on me, and she called our hospital and talked to the infectious diseases doctor. He said he wanted me to the hospital right away given my symptoms and my past infections and sepsis.

So, they made the call and had an ambulance pick me up. I was in ICU first, then in the Acute Medical Unit, and then transferred to my own room in the Infectious Disease Ward. Already in the ICU, they used ultrasound-guided insertion to place a midline catheter. It’s there to avoid the constant needlesticks every time they need blood samples, and to act as a permanent access point for the IV antibiotics and other fluids.

And then I fell asleep that night, but I never woke up.

I heard a loud sound. No pain. No real surprise. I realized my body had failed me. I got up and looked around. Looking at my own body was weird. It…I…umm… it looked peaceful…

Oh my. The End. Game over. Unacceptable. Yes, a bright light I could go towards. I knew what that entailed, a zap; memory loss and being reborn. I still wanted to be here, in this realm. Invisible to most, unnoticed, a silent observer. But I wanted to be able to affect things, move stuff; feel stuff, touch someone for real…

I wasn’t sure of what limitations there was to work with, what rules there are for interactions between dimensions. I felt their presence before I saw them. Two persons, spirits, entities, dead people, whatever word is appropriate…

“Hello, Stefan. Welcome. You have questions. We are here to help you and guide you. There are rules and limitations too, as you probably know already. I think this transition will be smoother for you than most, but we still need to inform you of a few things. And, those who cross some lines will be punished and prevented from misbehaving. Well, more strict right now at least. We can’t babysit new arrivals forever.”

“Well, hello. So you are my mentors, guides, jailors, assistants…?”

“Stefan…that sounds harsh. We are here to help. You just need to understand that you potentially could do harm in the world, not to mention scare people a lot. Not saying you should never do it, but you need to be in control of when and how. You may surprise yourself with what you can accomplish. Some people give into a darker side of temptation and become very dark souls.”

“I know. I’ve had some experiences from visitors in my life. And seen things, smells, sounds…objects moved around. I often felt the presence of who it was. I wish to remain here, visit some people and communicate with a certain special one. I wish no harm to anyone, quite the contrary.”

“Stefan, we know. You mean Celine. From another country. You love her deeply.”

No emotion, just facts. Thrown in my face. Rough. Nothing I could say. I just let it sink in a few seconds.

“Stefan…There are a few quick things you must learn. They are easy to pick up but hard to master. Given what we know about you, you will learn enough in record time. You need some basics about this realm, then understanding how movement works; over distances and within rooms. Then control over devices, crossing over to touch, avoiding bad odor, avoiding ice cold touch…well, for starters.”

“Alright. No time to waste, I fear there is much to learn.”

And right I was. We talked, I tried, I improved. I struggled, I wanted more; faster. I hadn’t been able to contact Celine hardly at all since having to go to the hospital. I had, ironically, thought about death a little while back. We had connected, bonded, come really close to each other. And I finally felt I could trust someone again, totally love without shame. We hadn’t really said it out loud, but it felt warm and real.

I thought about what would happen if one of us had an accident and just died. I even wrote down an email, venting my worries and suggesting a plan; exchanging a friend or relative’s contact information, just in case. I figured we could discuss it later, not that it would be needed already. And here we are. Dead. I don’t want to scare her, I don’t want to break her heart either.

The first day passed by quickly. The second day felt slower, but filled with do’s and don’ts. And more practical things. The third day I could achieve things, in a safe way. I would be able to make a message appear on her phone, and probably be able to get her response. From a distance. This would be useful. Now, what on earth do I type?

I typed slowly; it wasn’t hard but I wasn’t sure what to type.

Hey, Celine. Please don’t be afraid. It’s really me, Stefan.

Now, I prepared for a long wait. Would she believe it? Would she understand it? Would she be scared? Would she want this contact? Would she just want to be left alone, to forget me? Did she feel as strongly for me? Had I lived a fever dream and imagined our relationship? Oh, this was hard enough when I was alive…

A text appeared.

How? Can you see this. Nowhere to send. Is it, really you??

Yes. Contact established. What do I say now…

Yeah, I see it. Amazing to be able to talk here. It is me!

Really…I’d love to believe that. Prove it!

Oh my…didn’t expect that. How…umm…

I know the heat behind the words you write,

The way you crave me in the dead of night.

You type my name, you feel your pulse ignite,

The spark we shared before I lost the light.

I hope that will do. Hmm…

She actually replied quicker than anticipated.

Oh my god Stefan. I was so worried. How, why, what???

What followed was a lengthy discussion of what had happened basically. I knew it would be hard to accept just like that, so I think it went pretty okay. She didn’t run away, but she was scared and sad about it all. I asked her how she felt about the thought of me visiting her. I could try and let her feel my presence and type on her phone, and I would hear whatever she said.

Critical moment. But she didn’t shy away. She was concerned though, mostly for being scared. Even though it was me, since it wasn’t exactly a normal thing to do. I told her I understood, and it was a very real concern. My first idea was for her to get used to me, to get a feel…feel my vibes. Perhaps she could make a sign that was easy to turn, like IN - Away. That would be one thing.

And, if she felt uncomfy for whatever reason; just tell me and I will leave and come back after we texted only. So we could ease into it and both get experience and practice. We agreed that it sounded like a plan, but she was exhausted now and had to get some rest. All in all, as good as could be hoped for.

So, she needed space and her normal life. And I had places to visit, more guides to talk with, endless practices, and rules. Not unreasonable stuff, but don’t interfere with everything even if you can. Make sure you tether yourself so you don’t drift away into the darker realms, or get tricked by…let’s just call them…I dunno, dark…souls…I don’t want to call them demons…

Next time we texted, I felt it before she started to type I think.

I have made a sign you can use, very light. For you, Stefan ❤️

Awww thanks Celine! ❤️ When shall we test it?

Now…dammit…and do not fucking scare me!

Remember, it is me. And you can ask me to leave if you want to.

With that, I used my transportation ability. Distances didn’t exist in the old way. Concentrate…concentrate…fading…and…inside her apartment door. She was sitting on her bed, crawling up with a duvet as protection. She was looking straight ahead at the sign she had created. I texted her real quick.

Am here, near door. Will try the sign. Don’t be scared.

She looked up again, slightly pale I think. I turned the sign to IN, surprisingly easily. She saw it, and gasped. She pressed her back against the wall. Then, she slowly waved at me and said “hey”; Her voice was a bit shaky.

I am so happy you accept me here. I’ll stand here, and let you ease into having me around. I can hear you fine, but it will take some time to blend into this dimension fully—but we will get there.

“Okay. I just need to breathe. Go easy on me.”

Of course Celine. I promise.

I knew overstepping would be so easy, since I was in much control and she felt scared. Of course she did. I wanted it to feel right.

“I…can’t stop thinking of you. It feels so strange to have you here, even though I can’t see you…hear you…feel you…”

I understand. You will be able to, soon. Just let it come.

She smiled reading that.

“Are you saying that I’m gonna cum? Or will you help me cum?”

If you allow me to touch you…oh yes! ☺️😋

“But I don’t, my horny lil ghost…not…yet…”

She licked her lips provocatively.

Her horny lil ghost. Huh. Yeah, guess that’s me. She put her duvet to the side. She was barefoot, in panties and an oversized t-shirt as usual.

“Watch me,” her voice calmer, “From over there.”

She parted her legs so I saw directly between her thighs. She was leaking through, and the wet spot was growing as I watched.

“Watch my pussy open up for you, Stefan. Wet and willing.”

And I watched. I savoured every moment. This was incredible.

I’m watching, Celine. Your camel-toe against the fabric. You are beautiful.

“Can you sit down on the end of the bed? Will I feel it?”

Yes. You want me to?

“Yes. Go sit down…”

I carefully sat down. I felt the bed lower a bit, and her eyes followed it.

“I see and feel it. I actually can feel it…”

Does it scare you? Feel weird?

“It feels…If I closed my eyes I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“It is…a bit scary still. My heart is racing…”

I get that. You are doing great, really. No rush. Breathe…

You are in control, remember that. Feel that.

She squirmed a bit.

“Thank you,” she spoke softly, “I think…that maybe you should touch…”

She pondered, and chose her words carefully.

“Can you…touch my leg…just graze it. Slow, gently.”

She stretched her leg, and pointed at it.

“Just do it…”

She closed her eyes.

I gently grazed her calf up to her knee and back. It was a smooth, tentative touch. Her skin was so soft and warm. I saw her toes curl.

She gasped, “Holy hell, Stefan…that…so good…”

She pulled back her leg, breathing hard.

I noticed a tear rolling down her cheek. Her pulse high.

It’s okay, Celine. Time for a break?

“I…need to process. This is new and scary. But…wow…”

Of course. I’ll leave. And we talk by text when you feel you want to.

“Thanks. Bye for now. Be good…”

Promise. Bye. You did well ☺️🥰

She smiled weakly. I flipped the sign to Away. Then teleported out. I was met by my not so cheerful guides.

“Stefan, you are doing great. And so is she. She is afraid, and her body is reacting and adjusting. She doesn’t fear you, which is important. We have checked into the future, and it will be amazing for you two. Just don’t change or deviate and fall for the darker path. Let’s take this time to practice a few things…”

Hey ghostboy, ready and willing? 😘

I smiled to myself. Celine is hailing me.

I am ready, and very willing 😛

Get here. Flip the sign. Let’s go on.

I concentrated, her room started to come into focus. I flipped the sign to IN, and typed her…

Hey hon, I’m home…

She smiled at me, cool and collected. She was naked, no panties, no duvet for protection. I stared, happy she didn’t see me doing that. But of course she knew…

“You’re staring…”

Yes. I admit it. Sorry, you’re really hot…

“Don’t be silly. Keep staring. I like it…”

We were both shamelessly open, as always. I felt horny already.

“Sit down, on my side. And then take my hand and hold it…”

I sat down next to her, the bed dipping. She held out her hand to me.

Are you ready?

“Yes. Go on…”

I took her hand in mine, and we laced our fingers gently. We both breathed slowly.

“You feel…normal…incredible…”

“Could I feel your entire body like this if I tried?”

She looked at her phone for my reply.

Yes, you would feel all of me. No doubt.

“And your…cock…”

Oh, yes. You can feel that too…

“Damn…I want you so bad. What are you wearing?”

Clothes or naked. You choose.

“Mmm…naked. But…no penetration yet.”

Naked and yours…

“I wanna cream all over us. So fucking horny…”

I like that idea…

I caressed her hand slowly.

“Get under me, let me sit and grind,” her voice husky, “on top of you…”

She straddled me, and took my hands in hers. I felt her body slightly shiver as she sat down on top of me, my cock rubbing against her.

“Oh…my…god…fucking…fuck…you are…here…”

She wasn’t looking at her phone, so no point in typing back. I would be able to talk and show myself soon, and that would be a game changer.

“Feel my body…hot and horny…for you…”

She moved around and her juices coated my thighs, and the slick sounds were just lovely.

She was shamelessly rubbing herself against a ghost, and getting off while at it. I had hoped she would, eventually, but this was so hot.

“Oh…Stefan, fuck…I…mmm…so close…”

She leaned over and I felt her breath on my face. Her lips found mine, and she kissed me hungrily. As I held her closer to me, with my arms and legs, and kissed her back…she gave into me completely and started to cum. As she squirted all over me, a loud, wet pussy fart ripped through the air, the sound of trapped air and fluids mixing as she shook against me. She groaned and gushed on me, wave after wave emptied all over me. Until she was empty.

Drained.

She murmured something as she let herself fall over me. All her sweet juices sticking between her bodies. Her head rested near mine. I felt her boobs press down on me. What an incredible feeling this was. I gently touched her back and neck, letting her feel I was still present.

She slowly wanted to get up, and I helped support her.

“That…was…unreal.”

Her face was flushed, probably mostly embarrassed. I wanted to tell her everything was okay, it was natural. I didn’t mind. But no talking yet. I moved a wet strand of her hair away from her face. I touched her cheek, felt her warmth. She just sat there for a bit. Such a surreal moment. She was so beautiful.

“Yet again…I think I need to shoo away my ghost. Head’s spinning…sorry.”

She glanced at her phone.

No worries, Celine. It’s going great. You’re incredible.

“I feel evil…”

Nah, you’re just thorough. Remember? 😂☺️

She giggled.

“Thanks…”

She hugged me hard, making sure to really smear her juices over her body.

“Now…get outta my bed you wet ghost…”

She smirked and rolled to the side. As I got up, she rolled back. Her hand caressed her belly, creating a squelching sound.

Thanks. This was very nice.

“Talk soon, Stefan. Miss me.”

She watched as I once again flipped our sign, to Away. She waved. I teleported away.

“Stefan. You filthy ghost. Go clean up. We talk in a bit.”

The guides didn’t sound angry, merely amused. It was all good.

Seconds turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Hours…hmm…not sure, but it sounded profoundly in my head…

I knew she needed time to catch up. It was not normal by any stretch of the imagination. But, she handled it well. Much better than most. Actually, I was told of other incidents where they had tried to establish meaningful contact…and had driven their loved ones insane. And that, would have destroyed me in more ways than one.

Not to mention the wrath of some higher-ups…

There needed to be an intense trust between us, and there is. It manifests like a constant warm embrace of our souls. A summer breeze gently caressing your face when you’re feeling lonely. To be able to drown in each other, yet still breathe perfectly fine. My cheerleading guides seemed bemused, but also seriously invested in this project. I learnt so much.

I was actually meditating in a way, hovering in mid-air, when she typed me.

Hey…just checking in. Need to know it wasn’t all a dream.

Hey yourself C. It is real. You’re doing okay? Feeling good?

Yeah. But it is a strange feeling, creepy. Hard to shake it.

If it was easy, everybody would be fucking like rabbits. You are open and trusting. It helps, but I understand it still isn’t easy.

It’s both easy and hard at the same time, if that makes sense…

My brave little Celine. Yeah, of course it makes sense. I can’t tell her all I know, about people going mad…all failed attempts. Hmm…

It does make sense. We need to trust each other, and fall together.

Easy to say. You can teleport. 😂🙄

I can? Sounds like a neat trick… 😛👻

Seriously??? A ghost emoji? What…the…looking for Ghostbusters emoji…🚫👻…haha…👅…

Perhaps I’m just a naughty part of your imagination. Perhaps just a manifestation of your perverted and sick little mind? 😱😵

Perhaps. Let’s hope I keep imagining then…💋

Great plan. How is your brain doing now?

Why don’t you move your ghost ass here and find out?

I concentrated, and faded in at her place. I knew she could see me for real this time. I waved friendly at her.

“Stefan…I can see you now!”

She seemed surprised, and shifted around—not quite believing her eyes.

I smiled at her, and tried to sound casual as I let her hear my voice.

“And, you can hear me too now…”

“I…oh my…Stefan…yes…yes…I can…”

She waved at me, to come sit close to her. Still shocked.

“Thank you, my kind lady.”

I sat down and she grabbed me.

“This is…incredible. You even have clothes on.”

“Yes, Celine. If we’re to play strip poker I felt I needed something to shield me…”

She giggled.

“You silly ghost…”

She focused on removing my sweatpants, leaving me in my undies and tight t-shirt.

The air felt heavy, warm, and electric. She was wearing a tank top and tight leggings. And cute white socks with tiny hearts. My cock twitched and I felt more alive than in a long time.

“So, Celine…happy to see me? Panties sodden?”

“Wouldn’t you wanna know…horny much…?”

I smiled and put my hand on her bare belly.

She spread her legs willingly for me.

I moved my hand inside her leggings and over her damp panties.

She opened her mouth slightly, and we both felt her pussy leak more juices through the thin fabric onto my hand. Sweet, sticky pussy juices. Arousing as fuck.

“Fuck, Stefan…make me cum. Right here, right now. You know…”

“Yes, Celine…I know…”

She bucked into my hand as I continued to rub her pussy with my palm, roughly and eagerly. My thumb slided over her hard clit. She couldn’t lie still, and shamelessly groaned loudly as I brought her closer and closer.

“Oh…don’t you stop…don’t…stop…pllleeeease…”

The pressure of my hand was too much; as she finally squirted, a trapped pocket of air escaped with a sharp queef, the wet sound lost in her loud moans of release. Wave after wave gushed out violently and completely drenched my waiting hand.

“Absolutely beautiful, Celine…”

I kissed her passionately, and she kissed me back; still taken from her intense orgasm.

She looked me into my eyes.

“Straddle me. I want to make you cum in your undies…hard…”

I moved, one leg beside each of hers. My cock, straining against the fabric of my undies, touching her belly. Her hands grabbed me hungrily and started to stroke my hard cock with passion.

I let out a moan. Our eyes locked. Horniness, but immense love behind it.

She stroked decisively and moaned softly, pulling me closer to my release at record speed.

“Ce…line…” I was dizzy…

She didn’t slow down. She just pushed me over the edge and let me fall, cradling me all the way.

My first burst erupted violently, then a second…third…and I kept cumming. My undies leaked into her warm, waiting hand.

We kissed passionately again. I collapsed on top of her.

We both said, I love you, and kissed some more.

I felt a…strange sensation…and my body shuddered involuntarily for a brief moment.

“What is it, Stefan? You look like you have seen a ghost?!”

“I…umm…my guides just left me. I am all alone now…”

“Nonsense! You have me now. You never have to be alone again.”

And, with that we held each other close. For what felt like an eternity.