A Spirit's Touch

Twenty-Six. Being Taken

It was late before Melissa was finally able to go to bed. Alone for the first time since the couple moved into the house.

Painting the walls in the front room an emerald green took far longer than she had hoped, especially with having to move the furniture herself.

Distractions in the form of a spirit were also a hindrance and Mel almost gave up and left the house completely.

Twice she had ventured upstairs to find various undergarments and dresses spread across the bed that she did not place there. When returning to the front room on each occasion the paint pot had moved to another part of the room.

"It's playing with me," Mel grumbled at one point with more annoyance than fear.

Now in bed after settling into a nightshirt and a pair of shorts that were left out after putting the rest of the wandering garments away, Mel cuddled up to Sam's pillow and closed her eyes tightly. She did not want to witness anymore ghostly activity that night.

Sometime later, Mel knew she had fallen asleep and began dreaming; Sam put a loving arm around her and whispered, "Hello, beautiful."

Mel turned her head to confirm it was definitely her husband that had climbed into bed with her. "Hey," she greeted with a dreamy smile.

Sam pulled himself closer and cupped Mel in a sensual embrace through her nightshirt. He nestled his nose into the nape of her neck and planted soft kisses across her back.

"That feels good," Melissa moaned. The kissing continued and Mel suddenly open her eyes wide. There was a new shape pressed against her back, not the husband she knew.

Mel reached round with her free arm and felt the soft fleshy mound of a...

"A boob," Mel whispered with surprise. She turned her head slowly and looked straight into the eyes of the girl that had been occupying her mind of late.

The stranger stared back with a seductive grin. "Hello," she greeted calmly.

Mel did not respond, she continued to stare into the deep brown eyes of her intruder. She glanced at the younger woman's naked body and gulped.

The stranger leaned forward and kissed Mel on the lips. Mel still did not respond. She felt paralyzed with fear and despite how she felt in her previous dream, she did not welcome this intrusion at all.

"Who are you?" Mel finally managed to say. She looked down at her shirt and was suddenly aware the girl was still cupping her breast.

The stranger did not reply, she continued her seductive stare and leaned in to kiss Mel once more. This time Mel responded involuntarily and moved her lips to return the kiss.

Mel closed her eyes as she felt a finger stroke her nipple and the hand squeeze her breast playfully. She turned fully onto her back and continued kissing the young intruder, partially opening her mouth, unsure if she wanted to feel the woman's tongue or not.

The stranger pulled at Mel's shirt and lifted it above her head. Mel allowed her to remove the only barricade to her full womanly shape. She was intrigued with the reaction on the stranger's face.

She had beamed into an excited grin, just as if she was a teenage boy seeing full plumptous boobs for the first time. The stranger lowered her head and began suckling on Mel's nipple.

Mel moaned loudly and called out Sam's name. The stranger did not like this response, she grimaced and waited patiently for Mel to look down. When she did, the stranger grinned menacingly and exposed her teeth; she sank them deeply into Mel's flesh, pinching sharply on her nipple.

Her eyes opened widely and Mel jolted upwards. She clenched her right breast where she still felt the bite.

She scanned every corner of the room to confirm that she was on her own before laying down again. "That dream was intense."

The nightshirt she wore was laying on the floor, discarded in the same way as her dream. Her bed shorts were damp but she was relieved she still wore them.

Checking her breast once more for a bite mark, Mel was happy to conclude it was just a dream and got out of bed.

Instead of getting dressed into one of her usual good girl, happy wife outfits, her thoughts played against her and she smiled at the naughtiness she felt from within.

Mel swapped her shorts for a white thong she had only worn twice before for Sam. Her thoughts told her to ignore her urges to reach for a bra and instead go straight for the white silk dressing gown in the back of the wardrobe; an item she had not worn since their wedding night, and something she had not thought about again until now.

With Sam away for another night and no expected visitors, this was how Mel decided she was going to spend her day. Although, she would argue that her thoughts did not completely feel like her own...

Mel picked up the post from the hall as she made her way to the kitchen for coffee. While the kettle boiled she flicked through the letters and bills and was immediately caught by one not addressed to her or Sam.

"Miss Judith Ainbridge," she read softly. "Previous tenant? Or the..." She asked the air but found herself unable to say ghost out loud.

The print on the back of the envelope showed it came from the library of Loughborough. "I guess you didn't return a book before you... Left? Passed?" Mel was unsure on how to say died without sounding insensitive, just in case there really was somebody there and listening.

She was not sure why but her eyes were immediately drawn to one of the counter worktops. She placed her hand there and suddenly had a flash vision of a woman in glasses having sex with something unseen on that counter.

Mel withdrew her hand quickly and the images were gone. "That was strange. Who was that?"

"Judith," a female's voice whispered in her ear.

Startled, Mel twisted around but saw no one there. Terrified she stepped backwards until her arse was pressed against the same worktop.

"Judith," the voice whispered again.

The image of the girl from her dream flooded Mel's mind. "Wh- who's there? What do you wa- want from me?" Mel's voice trembled as fear clutched onto her quickening heart pace.

Something brushed the skin of her arm, a hand she thought. She did not wait for anymore however, and ran out of the room.

Mel made it as far as the rug in the front room before she was tripped and fell onto her front. She rolled onto her back but it was too late.

A heavy unseen weight fell upon her and she felt hands loosening her robe, pulling it to the sides. Mel screamed loudly and fought against her unseen attacker; her efforts were mild however, and her thoughts betrayed her.

This was no dream, this was happening, the spirit was real; and despite her protests, Mel could feel herself wanting this. Her body began welcoming this oncoming assault.

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