This story can only be found bundled with the Erotic Novella “Corporate Seduction”
I inherited Sam when I moved into the crumbling apartment. Most people find cockroaches under the sink or maybe a stray cat in the back yard. I found a ghost who liked to fuck.
I was living alone for the first time in my life. There wasn’t much money after the divorce and my credit rating was so bad that it was hard to find somewhere to live. The decaying concrete-block apartments were on the wrong side of Broadway, so they were less fussy in their choice of tenants. They let me live there. And apparently, at one time, they had let Sam live there. Most people eventually left; Sam stayed on.
At first I thought he was a dream. A very pleasant, sensual kind of sojourn into the nebulous world of fantasy. Light, barely-there fingers caressed my skin one night, with just the softest hint of touch, just enough to raise my fine hairs into awareness. The rustle of the sheets as they were lowered to bare my breasts to the kiss of the moonlight and streetlight coming in through the narrow window, all felt like part of my somnolent state.
Questing lips, open-mouthed, drifted down from my neck to nestle in the valley between my breasts. A whisper of a sigh. I moved slightly, encouraging my dream lover to explore my nipples, which were already hardening in anticipation. I kept my eyes closed. I did not want to wake from this sensual lethargy in a hurry. I pressed my legs tightly together to build the ache of climax. I knew that if I moved to rub myself then I would wake up and I didn’t want to let this beautiful torment end just yet.
The mouth moved to my nipples and circled around them, hotly, wetly. When it dropped down and started meandering over my belly I couldn’t hold back any longer. Even if it meant waking up, I had to masturbate. I dropped my hand down to the clutch of hair between my legs. My hand encountered a brief resistance, as if the air was denser somehow, but when I moved my fingers into my slick-oil folds, the mouth moved back to my breast.
Even through my spiraling arousal, my foggy brain realized that something wasn’t right. I was awake, no doubt about it. Which meant that I had been all along. Yet lips still closed over my nipple. I raised my head and looked down over my body. Nothing. The air seemed to distort slightly, ripple and coalesce into a denser pattern, like mist floating in from the sea. It drifted upwards and simultaneously my skin shivered with the absence of touch.
“Who’s there?” I cursed my voice for wavering.
There was no answer of course. My arousal withered and dried. I was spooked enough to get dressed, turn on the light and sit by the open window nursing a cold cup of coffee until morning.
The next day I asked Marisa, my neighbor, if she had heard of anything strange happening in my apartment.
She grinned her wide, white smile at me. “Met Sam have you? Annie, who lived there before you always swore she would never move out—said that ghost was better lovin’ than any man she ever had.” Marisa rolled her eyes. “And hon, let me tell you, she had a few men!”
“Ghost?” My voice was surprisingly steady.
Marisa shrugged. “No one knows for sure,” she said. “But what else do you call a phantom who comes to you at night and makes the sweetest love this side of heaven?”
“He made love to her?” My curiosity was roused.
“Oh yes, hon, he did. Some mornings Annie walked bowlegged from his lovin’ the night before. She said,” Marisa’s voice dropped to a confiding whisper, “that no one gave her orgasms like Sam did. Three, four times a night. He doesn’t come every night, but when he does, he doesn’t leave until morning.”
“Why’s he called Sam?” I asked curiously. “Was he someone who lived here once? How did he die?”
Marisa shrugged vaguely. “Don’t know,” she said. “Annie called him Sam. Said she needed a name to call out when she came; Sam seemed as good as any.”
“Why did Annie leave?”
“Not willingly. She didn’t want to leave Sam. But her mom got sick and she had to move back to Cleveland. She kinda hoped that Sam might follow her there, but I guess he didn’t.” She kicked the doormat with her toe. “Guess he likes to stay in Denver.”
“Did Annie have a boyfriend?” I was curious to hear what Sam had made of that.
“She did when she moved here. He didn’t last long. And she said that Sam was better than any flesh and blood man, but when she did take someone home with her, he didn’t seem to mind. She said she sensed him watching.” She giggled. “Not the jealous kind obviously. The perfect man. Or ghost.”
I smiled. I was beginning to like the sound of this.
Marisa winked knowingly at me. “Hon, if you move out tell me, I might just switch apartments.”