The Ghost Inside - Chapter 6
Countless thoughts went through my mind when I looked at Tiffany. Of course, I wondered if this was going to be a trap. She had called me a pedophile earlier, so was she trying to tempt me with her body, only for everyone to jump out from hiding, point, and laugh? It didn’t make sense in my mind, but I also didn’t know what else to say.
“Um… Tiffany…”
“Call me Emily!” She puffed out her cheeks.
She also wanted to be called Emily? I wasn’t an idiot. I immediately understood what was going on here. Tiffany was obsessed with Amelia. Everyone knew this. That was why she dyed her hair and tried to dress like her. Now, she even wanted me to call her by my pet name for Amelia. That was also probably why she was interested in Jack. Since Jack wanted Amelia, Tiffany wanted Jack. She probably only offered herself to him because she felt herself in competition with Amelia. Didn’t that mean that she was offering herself to me for the same reason? She must have discovered that I slept with Amelia, and so she wanted to do the same!
Now that I figured out her reasoning, I wasn’t as nervous. This was a green light. I technically wasn’t dating Amelia yet. Since I wasn’t able to ask her out earlier today like I had planned, if I slept with Tiffany, it wouldn’t be cheating. I could enjoy her to my heart’s content tonight, and then ask Amelia out tomorrow. No, I couldn’t just assume this! My string of successes was starting to make me sloppy. A clever guy like me had to test the waters first. I pulled the hem of my shirt and straightened it.
“Emily!”
“Y-yes!” She stood at attention.
“Two days ago, I had sex with Amelia! I’m in love with her!”
Tiffany’s expression turned strange. “I know that… are you saying you don’t like this body?”
So, she had known all along! That meant that I was correct in my assumptions. This was all just a game for her where she wanted to experience what I shared with Amelia. Yet, if I went for it, perhaps she planned to use it to destroy my relationship with Amelia. As I was thinking this, I saw her lip quiver again, and it looked like she was about to break into tears. I realized she had been waiting for an answer and I was taking too long.
“No!” I cried out in reply. “Y-you’re body is fine! It’s just… Amelia… I don’t want there to be any jealousy.”
She cocked her head, and then broke into laughter. “Jealousy? Haha… it can be anybody, as long as I’m with you. You don’t need to worry. Big or small, blonde or brunette, you can have whatever you want, and I won’t get jealous.”
My mind was racing as I took in what she said. Just what’s going on between her and Amelia? She had been trying to date Jack even though he wanted Amelia. She had been willing to share and thought she could make Amelia do the same. She seemed to have transferred those same desires to me after discovering we were in a relationship. Was it possible that the two women were a packaged deal?
If that was the case, then if I didn’t sleep with Tiffany, I could risk offending Amelia. In that case, I had no choice. I had to bang Tiffany to make Amelia happy. This was my duty as a man. Why break up two best friends when I could have both! It wasn’t just my penis talking, or a small feeling of pleasure at the thought of taking something from Jack. Well, maybe it was both those things, but I didn’t need to have just one motivation.
Of course, I still felt a lingering sense of anger toward Tiffany from earlier. After all, she got me punished earlier, and even made plans with Jack behind my back. Just because she knows the truth now doesn’t mean I’d forgive her completely just because she had a last-minute change of heart. She also wrecked this room, which was going to be a lot of work to clean. She needed some payback.
“In that case, I’ll take up your offer.” I finally decided.
“M-My offer?”
“You said I could take out my frustration on you. So, I’m going to go rough and hard! If you don’t like it, tough. No safe words. Even if you struggle, I’ll do whatever I want to you until I’m satisfied.”
Her eyes brightened, and then she blushed. “That’s fine. You can do whatever you want to me. If it’s Dylan, I’ll take it all, even if you break this body.”
“In that case, get on your knees and suck my dick!” I ordered.
“Y-yes!” She scrambled over and fell to her knees as she fumbled with my pants.
It felt strange. I wasn’t an aggressive guy, despite my appearance, but there was a small thrill in ordering Tiffany around. She usually was so bossy and such a busybody. Most of the class didn’t like her, but she had particularly annoyed me. There was something therapeutic about putting her on her knees and making her suck my dick.
Tiffany eagerly began to unbuckle my pants, her hands trembling slightly with anticipation. I watched as she pulled down my boxers, revealing my already hard cock. She looked up at me with a mix of excitement and nervousness, her eyes gleaming with a strange blue hue that seemed to intensify her desire. I admired her technique as she took my cock into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft with a practiced ease that surprised me. She began to suck, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip.
“Ahhn…” I moaned, leaning back as I enjoyed the feel and sight of Tiffany sucking my dick.
However, recalling my earlier decision to make it rough, I realized I was just going with the flow. I had promised to make things rougher. That meant I needed to take control of the situation, rather than let Tiffany do all the work. I reached down and grabbed the back of her head, entangling my fingers in her blonde hair. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. Tiffany let out a muffled moan of pleasure, her eyes watering as she struggled to accommodate my length. Despite this, her expression remained one of pure ecstasy.
I set the pace, pushing and pulling her head in time with my thrusts, fucking her mouth with a ferocity that I had never experienced before. I found her twin tails were easy to grab, and with them I could control her head. The room was filled with the wet sounds of her sucking and the slapping of flesh against flesh. She gagged slightly at first, but quickly adjusted, her eyes watering as she took my cock deeper into her throat. I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks, but she didn’t struggle or try to pull away. Instead, she seemed to be enjoying the rough treatment, her moans vibrating around my cock.
I could feel my climax building, a tightness in my balls that signaled the approaching release. With a final, deep thrust, I exploded, filling Tiffany’s mouth with my hot cum. She swallowed eagerly, her throat contracting around my cock, milking me for every last drop. When I was done, I pulled out of her mouth, and she fell back onto her heels, panting and gasping for air. Her lips were swollen and glistening with saliva and cum, and her eyes were watery. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink. Despite this, she looked at me with desire.
I kissed her roughly, my tongue exploring her mouth, tasting her tears and the remnants of my cock. I could feel her body responding to mine, her hips grinding against me as I continued to kiss her. I moved my lips down to her neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that would be visible for days. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her hands clutching at my back, her nails digging into my skin.
I continued to kiss and bite my way down her body, my hands exploring every inch of her. I sucked on her nipples, my teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, causing her to cry out in pleasure. I moved lower, my tongue tracing a path down her stomach, dipping into her belly button before continuing down to her pussy. I could see her glistening with arousal, her lips swollen and ready for me. I dove in, my tongue licking and sucking at her clit, my fingers spreading her open wider.
Tiffany’s cries grew louder and more desperate as I continued to pleasure her. She bucked her hips against my face, her hands tangled in my hair, urging me on. I could feel her getting closer, her body tensing and trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. With a final flick of my tongue, she came hard, her entire body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. I continued to lick and suck, drawing out her pleasure, until she collapsed back onto the floor, spent and panting.
I wasn’t done yet, though. Tiffany was lying on the floor on her back. Her shirt was pushed up and her bra was pulled down to reveal her breasts. Her skirt and panties were around her knees, and her legs were spread wide, exposing her pussy. Her blonde hair was a mess, her twin tails all messed up. I was looking down at her, my cock hard and ready to go again. I finished removing her clothing, leaving Tiffany naked as I got on top of her. I kissed her one more time, my tongue exploring her mouth as I shared her taste with her. I could feel her body responding to mine, her hips grinding against me as I continued to kiss her. I slipped a finger inside her again, then another, scissoring them to stretch her open. She moaned and thrashed beneath me.
“I’m going to take your virginity now,” I warned her, my voice hoarse with desire.
“Okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes filled with trust.
I positioned myself between her legs, my cock poised at her entrance. I could feel her body tensing slightly, but she didn’t pull away. I began to push inside her, my cock stretching her open as I inched my way in. She gasped, her body arching up to meet mine as I filled her. I could feel her virginity giving way, her body adjusting to the intrusion as I began to move. However, as I was about to start thrusting, she suddenly looked over my shoulder and her eyes widened in panic.
“Dylan, stop!” she cried out, her hands pushing against my chest.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice laced with concern.
“Look at the clock!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. “It’s almost four! I have to go!”
“It’s fine, let’s keep going.” I went to kiss her again, but she turned her cheek.
“No, Dylan, you don’t understand. I can’t stay after four. I’m only able to manifest during the day. The devil’s hour signals my return.”
I didn’t get what she was saying, but she had promised I could do whatever I wanted to her until I was satisfied, and there was no safe word to spare her. Maybe this was part of her game too. In which case, I’d call her on her bluff. I grabbed her and held her down, grinning.
“You’re not going anywhere!” I shoved myself into her and started to pound her pussy hard.
“Gmmmm!” She moaned. “No, ha… Dylan… haaah… please…”
She begged, so I took her lips. Her legs kicked and she slapped my shoulders, struggling under me, but it was kind of sexy. She must have been doing it to turn me on. Her resistance diminished with time, and she became like a limp noodle in my arms. At that point, I was close to climaxing anyway.
Just as I was about to reach my climax, I heard the distant chime of the four o’clock bell from the main school. I pulled out of her, my cock glistening with her juices and a hint of blood. I looked down at her, a satisfied smile on my face.
See, it’s after four, and you’re fine,” I said, my voice laced with triumph.
However, then I noticed something wrong. Her eyes were closed and her body was limp. She passed out? I slapped her cheek, starting to feel an ounce of panic.
“Emily?” I called out. “Hey, Tiffany, wake up!”
When her eyes fluttered open, I felt a moment of relief. Yet, there was something strange about her eyes. They seemed… darker than before. They were just normal brown eyes. As her eyes glanced around in confusion, she suddenly let out a scream.