The Ghost Inside - Chapter 11

After leaving the old school, I didn’t immediately head home. Instead, I went to the grocery store to pick up some food. Since Ms. Smith seemed so insistent on giving me money, I decided that I might as well use it. I headed into the grocery store feeling like I was worth a million dollars. Yet, when I stood in front of the cases of ramen, my stomach rumbled unhappily. Did I need to settle for ramen? The money that Ms. Smith gave me was all extra. Dad could still buy food tomorrow, and even if I had ramen for one month or three, how could such a diet keep us healthy indefinitely?

I just grabbed a couple of ramen and then left. I ended up grabbing eggs, steaks, and some potatoes. It was a bunch of protein. I knew it wasn’t cooked, but it smelled so good. I could already imagine the shocked expression on my dad’s face when I treated him to dinner. It was worth splurging a little bit now and then. He’d probably end up crying with joy.

As I was drooling over my delicious haul, I planned to cook tonight, a voice drifted into my ear. “Yeah, I’m at the grocery store.”

I looked in that direction, and Amelia was standing there, looking as angelic as always. She was walking down one of the aisles, and she hadn’t noticed me yet. I panicked and leaped behind one of the display cases. As soon as I did so, I wondered why I just hid. I had been trying to meet with Amelia for days. I was going to ask her out and make it official. Just as I was thinking of leaving my hiding spot, her voice got closer as she approached me. I couldn’t help but eavesdrop.

“Hehe… stoooop.” She giggled in a flirtatious way. “I’m excited too. I can’t wait for the cultural fair at school. You’ll be there, right?”

I hesitated for a moment. What was she talking about?

“No, I’m not going to wear that!” She pursed her lips. “Well, maybe for you at home.”

Who was she talking to? Why was she acting so friendly?

“You will be coming, though, right?” She asked and paused as he said something before answering. “Because you’re my boyfriend and you don’t go to my school. I want to show you my life!”

As she spoke, I felt a sudden thud in my chest. I-I must have misheard her, right? There was no way…

“Really? Okay… I-I love you.” Her words were so sweet, but they weren’t directed at me.

There was no denying it. She had a boyfriend. I was so confused. I thought she liked me. Then again, we only had that one wonderful day together. Was it just a fling to her? Did I imagine this relationship in my head? Part of me wanted to confront her, but the other part was just in shock and pain. I stood up from my hiding spot, causing an old woman standing nearby to let out a scream and drop the melons she was holding.

I didn’t look Amelia’s way. I didn’t even say a word. I just walked out of the grocery store, leaving the dinner I had picked out behind. Amelia didn’t call after me, so maybe she didn’t see me, or maybe she saw me and didn’t care. Either way, my walk home was in a near daze. I moved like a zombie. When I entered the apartment, I was thinking about what to say to Dad, but I didn’t need to take more than a step in to know he was gone. I found a piece of paper on the kitchen counter.

At work. Got paid earlier than I thought, success! Picked some food up. In the cabinet.

I headed to the cabinet and opened it. It was filled with a week’s worth of ramen packs. My stomach growled, but I no longer felt like eating. Instead, I collapsed on the bed. After tossing and turning fitfully for a while, I finally fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke to the sounds of clicking on the computer. However, my depressed mood hadn’t changed. I was heartbroken. Amelia had never wanted me. She just used me for my body. It didn’t feel good to be used. My brain was full of these negative thoughts.

“Dad…” I croaked in a miserable voice.

The typing stopped. “Yeah?”

“Can you call off today? I’m sick.”

The was a pause. “Do I need to get you meds?”

“No… I just need rest.” I told him.

“Okay, I’ll make you some ramen.”

Dad didn’t argue. That’s because I had never been excused from school without a serious reason. Staying all say in the studio apartment wasn’t a great experience, especially with Dad there. It was a bit too cramped for comfort. Of course, there were the streets, but our apartment wasn’t in a nice area of town, and if I walked around, I’d likely be accused of being part of a gang and get beaten up or worse. Thus, to me, school was one of the few safe places to go, and I rarely missed a day.

Dad called me out of school an hour later, and I ate the ramen while rolled up in my blanket. We had only one phone, an old flip phone that his boss paid for so that he could contact my dad. I wasn’t allowed to make any calls on it, which was another reason why I rarely dealt with phones in general. I put my finished bowl aside, my heart still aching. I ended up falling asleep listening to the sound of my dad typing on the computer.

My eyes snapped open to the sound of someone knocking on the door. I opened my eyes groggily. I didn’t know what time it was. Had I slept the whole day? I sort of needed it after losing so much sleep cleaning the school. That was right, the school! I sat up as the person knocked again. It didn’t take looking at the note put on the cardboard box next to me to know that Dad was at work. This message sounded a bit like gloating.

Called in again, told you my boss needed me!

That was twice he had been called in during the last seven days. At this rate, he almost reached part-time. Of course, he wasn’t there to argue with, and I wouldn’t have argued with him even if he were there. The knock occurred again.

“Coming!” I grumbled, working my way to my feet and glancing at the oven clock to see it was seven PM.

I had been asleep pretty much for twenty-four hours straight. My head was throbbing, and somehow I still felt tired. I looked through the peephole, and when I saw who was on the other side, I immediately straightened. What was Tiffany doing at my house? No one from school had ever visited me, least of all a girl.

I glanced around at the apartment. Despite almost having nothing in it, it still looked messy. I quickly picked up my dad’s clothing and the towels and threw them in the hamper, then swiped the dirty plates into the sink, and quickly put some water in my hair and slicked it back. I then walked over to the door and opened it a crack. I peeked out, confirming that it was Tiffany. She looked a bit unhappy.

“What are you doing here?” I asked gruffily.

She frowned. “Is that any way to talk to your girlfriend?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you even interested in being my girlfriend?”

She looked away, a frown on her face. “That…”

“That’s what I thought.” I went to close the door, but it hit something.

I looked down to see that she had put out her foot. “Owie… we need to talk.”

She had a stubborn look on her face. I sighed. It seemed like she wasn’t going to give me a choice. I invited her. She sat down at my cardboard box masquerading as a coffee table as I made us both tea. Tea was cheap, and we still had a few bags sitting in a drawer somewhere. She was looking around the one-room studio, was a strange expression was on her face.

“Do you live here?”

“Yeah?” I responded.

“Alone?”

“No, I live with my dad. We share the bed, or alternate some nights and take the floor.”

“That… doesn’t make it better.” She wrinkled her nose.

I quickly walked out of the kitchen and put the two cups of hot water between us. They were in plastic cups, so there was nowhere to hold them but the rim. I immediately dropped a tea bag into each of our hot cups of water and sat down. She made a face, picking up the tea bag and dipping it a few times before letting go.

“What did you want to talk about?” I finally asked, not wanting the silence to linger.

“Um… I brought your homework.” She reached into her purse and pulled out a folded sheet of paper, and handed it to me. “No one else was willing to come to your place.”

I took it and put it to the side without looking at it. “I’m not going to work on it.”

She dropped her eyes, a bitter expression on her face. “I guess you don’t have to keep up with your work when you’re sleeping with the teacher, huh?”

“Ms. Smith has never changed her grading for me!” I yelled, causing her to wince with fear. “Ah, s-sorry.”

“E-either way, you are sleeping with Ms. Smith, aren’t you?”

“We haven’t gone that far, yet,” I told her.

“Yet.” She snorted. “You have everyone at school fooled. Everyone thinks you guys are enemies.”

“I wasn’t planning for things to happen that way, but they just did,” I told her, feeling a bit awkward. “Is that all you wanted to say?”

“No…” She shook her head. “Ms. Smith looked pissed earlier when you didn’t come to school. You were supposed to have the school cleaning finished, and instead, you only did half of it and took off.”

“Oh?” I lifted my cup of tea, blowing on it until I could manage to get a sip, which still burned my tongue.

“Amelia ended up volunteering to come in on Saturday and finish the job. Ms. Smith told me to tell you that if you don’t help her, you can find a new school on Monday.”

“I see…”

“Just what is your relationship with Ms. Smith, anyway?”

“I wish I knew.” I shook my head. “You’re the only person in my life where I know where I stand with.”

“What the hell is that?” She looked a bit taken aback.

“Amelia… has a boyfriend.”

“Oh.” She reached out and picked up her cup too, blowing on it but not drinking.

“You knew?”

“For years.” She shrugged. “Amelia has been in love with Kevin since he was her babysitter.”

“What? Babysitter?”

“Mm… when she was eight and he was sixteen. He’s twenty-four now.”

“That’s way too old!”

“You’re one to talk.”

“That…” I blushed. “She’s really with a twenty-four-year-old?”

“Well, he’s making her wait until she’s eighteen.”

“That’s grooming!”

She shrugged. “It’s honestly one-sided. She’s in love with him, but he doesn’t give a shit about her. He’s got several girlfriends already. He’s honestly a bastard. One of those badboy types, but she loves badboys.”

“Damn it! Aww!” I squeezed my cup, causing the liquid to splash over onto my hand and burn it.

I quickly pulled away, only for Tiffany to grab my hand, using her shirt to dry it quickly. I froze, letting her do as she wanted. There was a moment of silence, and then she looked up at me. That’s when I was able to hear it. It was quieter when she was sitting, but since she was on all fours tending to my hand, the sound was clearer. It was a buzzing sound. I might have been confused by it the first time, but this time I instantly knew what the sound was.

“You… have it in?”

Her cheeks turned red, and she quickly pulled away, sitting down. “Y-you told me I had to wear it. You weren’t at school, so…”

“That’s fucking hot.”

Her face turned redder. “I don’t want to hear that from you. Do you know how hard it is to feel that all the time? I have to run to the bathroom every period to masturbate. I have to wear pads so I don’t soak my underwear.”

I leaned forward, and she fell back onto her butt in shock, but I kept moving until I was over her. She looked a bit like a frightened sheep, her breath coming out unsteadily as she looked up at me. My hand reached between her legs, and I was shocked when she spread them for me. I found her underwear, and, pushing it to the side, the vibrating object. I twisted it.

VrrrrVVVVVVVVV…

“Haaah… ahhh…” She cried out.

I twisted the other way. “S-sorry! Wrong way.”

She glared at me, and then looked away. “S-stupid.”

“Tiffany… I want to fuck you.” I told her, knowing my cock was already rock hard.

“You’re going to ask me this time?”

“Yes, because there is no point if you don’t want it too,” I answered honestly.

“It’s not that I don’t want it.” She responded, her eyes moist. “J-just, why did it have to be you?”

“I wasn’t expecting to develop feelings for you either,” I admitted.

“Wh-who says they have feelings for yo- Mmm!” I kissed her.

We didn’t need to move far to reach the bed. I just picked her up by the butt and scooted forward a few inches. I laid her down and pulled the vibrator out of her. She was right, she was soaking wet. Even the vibrator was dripping with her juices. I didn’t want to put it on my bed and stain it, and the cardboard boxes weren’t waterproof either. It wasn’t sanitary to sit down, but while looking for a place to put it, one appeared right before me.

I immediately pushed the vibrator into her asshole. “Ahhhn!”

While pushing it in, the vibrator turned and started vibrating again. It popped into her ass, though, and not wanting to dig around for it, I decided to ignore it. She shot me a glare, but she didn’t ask me to stop, so I kept going. I pulled out my dick and pushed aside her underwear. Then, I slid it inside her. I could feel the buzzing from her ass hole causing the vaginal walls to also vibrate. It was a unique feeling. I started to move. Her pussy felt just as good as before.

“Ahh… ahh… haaa…” She moaned.

I couldn’t help but kiss her, and she passionately kissed me back. Our lips and tongues tangled, and I continued to pound her. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, pulling me close to her as our bodies slapped together. We were just starting to get into it when the door suddenly opened up.

“Hey, son, work didn’t need me any longer, so I- Holy Sweet Jesus!”

Both of us looked back to see my dad standing in the doorway with a stunned look on his face. I was caught balls deep in a girl’s pussy!

Load Image