Christmas Spirit.

[Miltone]

Randy

The rain is falling heavily … warm and summer-like … a short, pale woman smiles and turns toward him, her arms embracing, her smile drawing him closer … he stumbles toward her feeling lost until her touch discovers him again … “Take me … make me …” she says … so warm and wet, her mouth dips down and takes all of him inside … “Nice one,” says an angel … An Angel? … he feels confused and disoriented … sweat pouring down his brow, stinging his eyes … her mouth on him sucking gently, slowly, making him long and stiff … so hard … so hard … “So hard?” the angel laughs … What the? … Wait! … Wait! … Wait!

Randy sat up in bed suddenly. He was alone and he wondered where the little woman, Amanda, had gone. Then he heard the sound of the shower and he relaxed and lie back onto the warm sheets. They still held the scent of her body with a slight tinge of sweaty sex. He closed his eyes and smiled. What an amazing woman she was. Why in just a day or two she had completely turned around his life. He now felt more vibrant and alive than he ever had felt before. He reached down between his legs and felt his long stiff cock. My god, she had even changed this for him! They had just spent hours having sex and he still was ready for more!

He didn’t know where she had come from, and he really didn’t know where this was leading, but he did know that he didn’t want her to leave. He wanted to be with her no matter what. The sound of water splashing in the shower stirred him. He heard voices. Maybe she was singing in the shower, he smirked. Then he thought of her all wet and soapy, her hands washing her breasts or her ass or her pussy. His cock twitched. He wanted more of her, he wanted her.

Randy rose from the bed and ambled into the bathroom, he could hear her voice like she was talking to herself and through the steamy glass he could see her pale naked body. Quickly he grabbed the shower door handle and pulled it open.

“Eeeeeek!” she screamed at first, crossing her arms over her breasts and placing her hands down to cover her sex. Randy laughed and jumped into the shower with her, pulling the door closed behind him. “It’s only you … I wasn’t expecting …” she began, but Randy cut her off.

“I was lonesome out there,” he said standing under the second showerhead and dowsing himself. He pulled her close to him and into his arms. “Besides we need to talk.”

“Yes we do,” she replied. “Now about how we met and all …” Again he cut her off.

“Amanda, I don’t really know who you are or where you came from, but you’ve opened my eyes to something strange and wonderful here, and I don’t want this feeling to go away,” he said deliberately. “You are so terrific, I want to be with you forever, always.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, resting her hands on his shoulders and looking up at him. “Maybe you’re just overcome with the spirit of the season and aren’t seeing things as they really are. Ever think of that?”

“I see things as I see them,” Randy said. “I meant what I said. No matter what, I want to be with you always.”

“That’s all well and good, Randall,” she said moving her hands up to cradle his face. “But there are things about me that you just don’t know and heavens would never understand.”

“I don’t care much about all that, Amanda,” he answered. “I just want you … want to be with you.”

“Really?” she said, then held tightly to his cheeks. “Now look at me, really look at me …”

Randy suddenly felt dizzy almost like when one climbs off a fast moving merry-go-round. There were strange sounds going off in his head, wavering sirens and squeaks and whistles. He couldn’t focus for a few moments as the scene in the shower spun crazily around him.

“Amanda? Amanda?” he called out as he clung tightly to her body, the only thing that felt real. “Amanda?”

 

[Why]

Amanda

“I am not real… not completely, not all the time. You are part of the real world; just being with me has put you out of step for a while. You have been leading a double life of sorts…”The water sluiced down Amanda's face, almost blinding her, or was it the tears beginning to form in her eyes.

“Joke right?” Randall replied, his voice hoarse, his eyes unfocused, looking inwards; locked on the glimpses of the real world, weaving through his mind.

Amanda had saved one mother cat and her kittens, yet dozens were tied in a bag and thrown in the river, abandoned to starve and taken to the vets to be put to sleep. Amanda’s cats would be safe and loved. The family, who would soon move into the apartment, stripped of its magic, a mere bare, but dry shell, would adopt them.

The family now had a chance, hundreds in the city wouldn’t. Shops would be robbed, children would be bullied, never get the chance to show what they could do. Families would see no presents under the Christmas tree and people pushed to the edge, would jump with out no safety net.

Amanda had just scratched the surface, done a little, with the hope that the memory of the “Christmas Spirit” would in time prompt those she had helped to help in turn.

That’s what she had intended with Randall. To shake him up. To show him he could be the “good boss” not the Scrooge. To help him get back in touch with his humanity and have a bit of fun herself doing so. She had helpers of various kinds before, friends and lovers for a few days. But this time it was different.

She had slipped up and fallen right on her arse. Amanda felt sick, very cold, despite the hot water splashing over her and suddenly very lonely.

Amanda wrapped her arms round Randall and whispered softly. “I am a Christmas Spirit, only here for the season only alive for that time, God, sorry boss, I wish, really wish I could stay with you and you with me, but we can't be together." Amanda gulped back the now flowing tears, "you see I am really dead. And you have a long way to go before you end up like me…” She tried to make a joke but it stuck in her throat and nearly choked her.

Randall pushed her arms off him, he was angry she could tell, not just angry, mad as a hatter. “Nice way of saying no, not interested. 10 out of 10 for orginalility.” He snapped pushing his hand through his long, wet hair as he stormed out of the shower.

“It’s the truth.” Amanda answered through her tears as she ran after him. She had a made a mistake, forgotten she couldn’t really be human again. Randall was struggling into his rope, not looking at her. As she came into the room Amanda realized she was dressed in a long white gown, some 80 years out of fashion a cameo brooch on a velvet ribbon round her throat.

“Hell, what is this?” She screamed into the air suddenly frightened like she never was when “real”

The angel appeared, bowed to Randall and said. “Told you time was running out.”

“Who are you? how the fucking hell did you get in here?” Randall rounded on the heavenly messenger.

“You can see him? “Amanda blurted her hands going to her mouth in shock.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“Of course I can fucking see him!” Randy shouted, feeling the veins in his temples throb from his anger. He turned to Amanda. “So who is this? One of your friends from the ‘other side’? A fellow ‘Christmas Spirit’?” Randy asked.

“Not exactly,” Amanda said hesitantly. “Kind of, um … higher up.”

Randy felt his brow tighten as he tried to think his way through this. There had to be an explanation for all of the strange things that had been happening the past few days. “Jesus!” he swore under his breath.

“Not that high up,” Amanda said, stifling a laugh. “But close.”

“So let me get this straight,” Randy said looking directly at Amanda. “You’re really dead, but you come alive as some sort of ‘Christmas spirit’ every year to spread some cheer, do some good deeds, feed the poor, clothe the needy, oh yeah, and trick some fool into falling for you.”

“It’s not like that at all,” Amanda sputtered. “Well, the first parts, but certainly not the last part … I didn’t expect to meet you and once I got to know you and see the kind of man you could really become, I guess I sort of lost myself in the moment.”

“Lost yourself, right,” Randy muttered. His mind flashed through the times they had spent together in the past days. “Some moment … very convincing … almost had me fooled completely.”

“Randall, don’t make this any worse than it already is, all right?” Amanda pleaded, coming to him and reaching out with both arms. “I may be a Christmas Spirit, but I’m far from perfect.”

“So what’s he doing here?” Randy asked, gesturing toward the shadowy figure nearby who made a quiet coughing sound.

“Come to take me back,” Amanda said softly and sadly. “My time here is running short … but Randall, I want you to know that because of you, I don’t want to leave … I don’t want to go back.”

Randy looked back to her. He could see the tears in her eyes. They looked real. And the quiver in her lower lip looked very real, and the grip of her hands on his arms felt as real as any that Randy had ever felt. Suddenly all the success of his life seemed of little consequence now that the best thing—the best woman—who had ever happened to him was about to leave him.

“I don’t want you to go,” Randy said looking down into her bright tearful eyes. “I want you to stay with me.”

“I can’t, Randall,” she said with a quavering voice. “I told you that I’m really not of this world.”

“Dead, yeah, so you said,” Randy muttered.

“She is and she must return soon or there will be consequences,” remarked the shadowy figure with a deep ominous voice.

“What sort of consequences? Pestilence? Apocalypse? The Four Horsemen come charging out smiting everyone and everything?” Randy raged on, trying to mask the hurt that he felt inside by spewing angry invective. But he knew that it wouldn’t help and his sadness and hurt couldn’t be eclipsed.

“Far from that,” the angel laughed. “But nothing that mortals could understand.”

“But wait,” Amanda called out. “What if I don’t go back?”

“You know the drill,” the angel replied, his eyes lowering. Amanda sighed deeply and her shoulders began to shake. Randy looked over at her and could see the tears begin to run down her cheeks.

“I can always come back next year,” Amanda ventured shakily, as if seeking to compose herself. Her teary eyes pleaded with the angel. “I could come back and he could help me again maybe …”

“Ah, but he won’t remember you,” the angel chipped in. “Remember, once you return from whence you came, the mortals remember the spirit not the person.”

“But what if I join her?” Randy said, turning back toward the angel. “What do I have to do to be able to be with her always?”

The angel’s countenance grew heavy at the thought. “Join her? In death? Seems a pretty drastic move for someone you’ve just met.”

“I don’t care,” Randy said defiantly. “My life means nothing if I can’t be with her.”

“Is that possible?” Amanda asked the angel hopefully, but his brow was heavy with thought.

“Tis possible,” the angel said slowly. “T’would have to be a special death, no suicidal bridge jumping or worse.”

“What do you mean by special?” Randy asked.

“Something selfless, an act by which you sacrifice yourself to save someone else,” the angel stated.

“That sounds awfully risky, Randall,” Amanda said, slipping up close to Randy. “Are you sure you’re up to it?”

“I’ve been known as a risk taker all my life,” Randy said boastfully, putting his arm around her waist. “What’s taking one more chance now if it means that we can be together forever?”

“There are no guarantees,” the angel said harshly. “And once you go, you can never return.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” Randy said bravely as he pulled Amanda close to him. “I just need to know for sure that you want me,” he said looking down into her eyes.

 

[Why]

Amanda

Want him?The words blistered Amanda’s thoughts. She had long ago given up of being “able” to have some one, so one with her beyond this short time she was alive. Well, she had never actually allowed or the company had never gotten past a bit of affection and sex. This time she had really slipped up or had she?

Amanda knew some souls waited patiently for their mates in life. Some tagged hiding places just in case their former mates actually made it to the same place. Actually they often did, just never allowed to meet. One soul’s mate was another ones demon. Was Randall her soul mate? Was that why what had happened, happened? Amanda blinked away the tears, she was getting confused. But one thing shone through her confusion, she loved Randall.

“Well,” Randall asked, his voice shaking. Amanda reached up and kissed him full on the lips, softly for a long, long time.

The Angel coughed and said “Take that is a yes then?

“Yes….” Amanda whispered as she broke the kiss.

Randall hugged her till she felt her ribs creak, then released her and began to look for some clothes, saying “Right how long have I got, I mean Amanda got. What options do you know of, you must know some? You Amanda, you seemed to know when things were happening? Anything tingling?”

Amanda glanced down at her nipples poking through the fabric of her dress. They were hard and now seemed to start sulking that Randall’s embrace did not continue in the manner they had been accustomed too. Randall looked over at her, as he tugged a pair of boxers on. “”Well?”

“Nothing tingling in that regard.” Amanda huffed then frowned. “But there is?

“No…. leave that…” The angel said.

“Leave what?” Randall asked as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Not important… well it is… but never mind. How about?” The angel pointed out of the window due north.

“It would take time to get there, my time is running out I can’t bend it anymore. Though I might be able to move just one of us…” Amanda muttered her face blanching with fear as she looked at Randall.

“Where, what and who?” Randall grunted as he positioned the “boys” and zipped his fly.

“Not doable at all.” The Angel remarked its wings snapping back.

“Let me be the judge of that?” Randall remarked as he tsamped first one foot then another into his shoes.

The angel and Amanda looked at one another, then out of the window, time had slipped into place it was morning. The phone started to ring. Randall ignored it.

“Best answer it.” Amanda said her voice shaking and the tears beginning again.

“Risky...” the Angel hissed.

Randall snatched up the phone and it was Carol his personal assistant. “Oh sir, you are in there,” Carol’s hand half cupped the phone and Randall could hear her talking to someone else are he is there his office is on the second floor. The sound of sirens cut through her next words. “Are the others with you?”

“Who?” Randall asked as he found he was coughing. “Gilmour and James, you were all working late, putting the final touches…..” The phone went dead. Randall coughed again. Amanda crossed over to him and hugged him. His arm slipped round her and then he realized he was in his office. It was full of black smoke.

He could feel Amanda’s hand slip into his now as he dropped the phone, but he could not see her.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“Where are you?” Randy called out in confusion, yet he could feel her hand and the warmth of her body beside him. “What the?”

“My time is short,” he heard Amanda say, her voice sounding very ethereal. “I’m all right … but save the others …”

“Oh, yeah,” Randy said coughing at the thick smoke that was filling the upper part of his office. The sirens continued to sound and he could hear the fire chief on a bullhorn calling out to the crews that were arriving. He knew what to do; he could do this, save the others.

He looked around through the smoke and saw the slumping forms of Gilmour and James, heads down on the conference table. He tried to rouse them, but they were out cold. Randy struggled to put his shoulder underneath Gilmour’s body and hefted him up. He managed to open the door from his office and instantly felt the heat from the flames. Zigzagging a makeshift path, he darted through the outer office and down the stairwell. A medical crew had arrived and was beginning to treat the dazed and injured employees who shivered in the chill outside air. He looked around at the familiar faces. There were a few missing. Where was Carol? Hadn’t she left as soon as she had called him? Randy rushed back inside the building, ignoring the commands of the fire-fighters to stop and remain outside.

“I have to do this!” he shouted. “I have to!”

He saw a fire-fighter carrying James over his shoulder to safety and knew where to look. Randy found his way through the smoke filled stairwell, and up to the main office. Flames and smoke were everywhere. His lungs were protesting as he tried to breath in the acrid smoke. Beside a desk just outside accounting he spotted a form. It was Carol, his lovely and ever-faithful personal assistant, prone in a most unladylike position having succumbed to the smoke. So she did wear a thong after all, he thought momentarily, satisfying a question that had circulated through the executive boardroom for months.

Squatting down beside her, Randy could see that she was beyond reviving. So he grabbed her arms by the wrists and hoisted her up and over his shoulder. Her slender limp body felt light compared to Gilmour’s husky frame so he knew that he would have few problems carrying her out. But as he made his way through the office, the fire had worsened and blocked his path to the stairwell. He backtracked toward the emergency stairwell at the back of the building. He could hear the shouts of the fire-fighters throughout the building as the building began to crumble from the heavy flames.

Stumbling through the thick smoke, somehow Randy managed to find the doorway to the stairs. The handle didn’t feel too warm and he opened it quickly and stepped down into the relatively clear air of the back stairs. Carol began to cough as he hustled down the stairs and forced his way out into the alleyway. A rescue crew him met at the corner and took Carol’s wheezing body from him.

“Great job, we can take it from here,” they told him.

“But there must be others,” he said and started back for the building.

“Are you crazy? You can’t go back in there!” one of the workers said.

“But I have to, I have to save them all!” Randy shouted out crazily.

Despite their protests, he made his way back inside, scouring each room that he could for any employees who might have been left behind. It was a mad scene with flames and thick black smoke and the shouts of the fire-fighters. Randy was coughing heavily as he tumbled through the building. Twice he encountered a fire-fighter who attempted to guide him to safety outside, but he was as determined as a captain on a ship to go down with this building. Surely his bravery would help him be with Amanda. But as he realized that everyone had evacuated the building, he felt his mind grow dizzy as his lungs protested strongly.

“Come one, mister,” said a fire-fighter through his mouthpiece. “Let’s get you out of here!”

“Must save them,” Randy coughed roughly. “Must save them … save them …” Then his mind went blank as he felt his body fall to the floor.

* * * * * *

“Randy … Randy … talk to me,” called out a voice ringing in his ears. “Come on, Randy, we can’t lose you now … please!”

Amanda? Was that her? Had he crossed over? He tried to get command of his faculties. Cold fresh air filled his lungs and he heard a myriad of voices and strange noises. There was the strange scent of burned hair and the flashing of lights.

“Amanda?” he managed to mumble as he blinked his eyes open.

“That’s it, Randy!” said the voice excitedly. “I think he’s coming around everybody!”

There was the vague sound of cheering in the background as he struggled to focus his vision on whatever was around him. Then he saw a face pull into focus. It was Carol.

“Oh, Randy! Oh, Randy!” she exclaimed. He felt her arms wrap around him as she hugged him to her breast effusively. “You’re going to be all right! Oh, honey, I’m so glad! They told me how you went back in to save me! My hero! They never believed me when I told them what a good man you are, and now they all know! Oh, I’m so happy! You’re my hero!”

Then he felt her lips on his and heard some familiar voices in the distance as everything faded to black.

* * * * * *

“So what are we going to do now?” Randy said with a discouraged tone to his voice. He lie prone on his back in a hospital room midst a crush of fragrant flower arrangements.

“Don’t worry,” resounded Amanda’s voice. “We’ll come up with something as soon as you’re out of here.”

“Should be later today,” said the angel.

“I know, but what can we do next?” Randy said exasperatedly. “That first one didn’t exactly go to plan.”

“Hey,” said the angel. “We were improvising you know.”

“Well it would be better if I could see you,” Randy remarked. “Half the staff must think I’m Looney Tunes since they catch me talking to you and don’t see a thing … just like me.”

“Well you’re not crazy, luv,” Amanda said, and he felt her lips on his and her hand slip down under the covers. She giggled. “I just love these hospital gowns!” she squealed as her fingers curled around his cock and stroked it tenderly.

“But we’re supposed to be concentrating on our new plan,” the angel protested.

“Um, yeah, right,” Randy acknowledged.

“You guys are no fun,” Amanda giggled, though her hand didn’t leave his cock that was now growing rigid. “Now there has to be something …”

The door to his room opened and another flower arrangement appeared. Randy groaned as he expected it to be carried in by one of the matronly staff nurses, but he was surprised to see that it was Carol.

“This just came for you so I thought I’d bring it in,” she said cheerfully as she carried the flowers in to show him. He was surprised to see Carol dressed casually in a revealing little white strappy top and a short black skirt. Normally she was the epitome of conservative office chic. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m good as can be expected,” Randy replied as she set the vase of flowers on the stand beside his bed.

“The nurses said that maybe you would be going home this afternoon,” she said.

“Yeah, so they say,” Randy tried to sound bored with things but had a hard time concentrating with the feel of Amanda’s hand on his cock.

“So how are you, really?” Carol said moving to the bed and reaching out to him. “My hero.”

“Sounds like you have some competition, luv,” the angel remarked with a chuckle.

“She hasn’t a chance since I already have my hand on the goods,” Amanda giggled, giving Randy’s thick cock a hard squeeze.

Randy flinched and Carol looked concerned. “Are you in pain?” she asked, reaching to brush her hand over his forehead and letting it glide down to caress his cheek. “My poor sweet hero.”

“No, I’m all right,” Randy asserted. “Just surprised to see you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Carol said leaning over the bed to kiss him on the lips. “My brave hero,” she murmured as her lips parted and her tongue probed at his mouth. “I think he needs a big reward.” Her kiss grew more intense and Randy couldn’t resist returning it, even though he felt Amanda’s hand on his cock pick up it’s pace.

“Hmm, that must be some kind of kiss,” Amanda said with a laugh, feeling his cock grow toward its fullest.

“But Carol,” Randy said placing his hands on her shoulders and trying to protest. “I’m your boss.”

“Yes, but you also saved my life,” Carol said. “And that changes everything.” Her hand trailed down over his chest, doing a figure eight over his pecs and then easing down over his belly. She kissed his cheek near his ear. “I heard the nurses say that they wouldn’t be making their rounds for another hour.”

“But …”

“But nothing, Randy,” Carol whispered into his ear before tracing a circle around the it. “Don’t you want me to help you recover? Maybe a little of my own personal therapy will help, huh?” Her hand had moved lower, past his belly and found the impressive lump waiting there. Carol gasped as she traced the outline of his manhood. Apparently she couldn’t feel the presence of Amanda’s hand. “You bad boy you! You’re all ready for me!” she squealed.

“Carol, I don’t think we should …” Randy began, but Carol had other ideas.

“What’s the matter, Randy?” she said, withdrawing her hand from his crotch. She looked around quickly then pulled at the front of her stretchy top tugging it down to reveal her small but perfectly firm breasts topped by the smallest sweetest little dark nipples he had ever seen. “Don’t you want me? Don’t you find me attractive?”

“Oh, I … uh … um, yes you are … yes, very attractive,” he said as Carol leaned forward over the bed, offering her succulent little tits to him. “Yes, very um, mouth watering … yes.”

“Oh … my … god!” Amanda laughed. “The prim little secretary is really a man hungry slut!”

“Careful, now,” warned the angel. “Takes one …”

“Grrr,” Amanda retorted , gripping Randy’s cock even tighter and swivelling her hand back and forth over the head, bringing a decided groan from deep in his chest.

“Mmm, so then you do want me,” Carol said, clawing at his hospital gown in an effort to bare his chest. Her erect dark nipples stood out like sharp points wiggling in front of his eyes and Carol climbed up onto his hospital bed eagerly and then pulled her top up and off over her head. “After all these years of working for you, watching that horrible wife of yours strip you of everything, your house, your kids, your pride … and wanting you so much … and now I have my chance.” Carol was smothering him with hot wet kisses and wild caresses. “Take me, Randall! I’m all yours!” she said and leaned forward to press her firm little tits into his face.

“But Carol,” he said weakly, feeling the warmth and wetness of Amanda’s invisible mouth encircle his cock and suck it gently inside, her tongue whirling around and around the cap. “Carol … I’m your boss … you’re my employee … this is wrong …”

“Does this feel wrong?” she said, kissing him passionately. He shook his head. “Do these feel wrong?” she said as she rubbed each breast over his mouth. Again he shook his head weakly and groaned as he felt Amanda suck his fully erect cock deeper into her mouth.

“But this will never work,” Randy said, taking hold of Carol’s shoulders. “I already have someone.”

Carol sat up suddenly, her little breasts standing out proudly. “Who, that management consultant hussy?”

Randy felt his cock pop out of Amanda’s mouth.

“Hussy?” Amanda laughed. “Now look who’s talking.”

“That doesn’t matter, Carol,” he said trying to ease her off the bed. “This is all wrong between us. I don’t want to see you hurt and that would only happen if we let things get out of control right here and now.” He wasn’t sure if her expression was of disappointment or disgust or disillusionment, but it was quickly replaced by resignation as she slipped down off the bed. “You’re a great girl and have a lot to offer the right guy, but he’s not me, not right now, okay?”

She let out a big sigh and smiled weakly. “I guess,” she said. “But you don’t know what you’re missing out on.” She began to look around for the top she had flung aside, eventually finding it behind a chair over in the corner. As she pulled it down and adjusted her breasts inside, she looked back to Randy. “And no one will ever know about this?” she asked, waving her arm around the room.

“Not a living soul,” Randy replied. He felt Amanda’s hand squeeze his cock again.

“Get well soon,” Carol called out to Randy as she retrieved her purse and her pride. “Guess I’ll just bring a card the next time.”

Randy smiled and winked at her as Carol waved and left the room.

“Did you hear that?” Amanda said. “She called me a hussy. Why I ought to …”

“I know what you ought to,” Randy said with a devilish grin.

“He he he, and I know what you want me to,” Amanda giggled and then took his cock into her invisible mouth again.

“Now you two …” said the angel with a groan. “If you keep that up, we’ll never figure out a plan.”

“Well, that’s part of the idea,” Amanda said with a girlish laugh as she lifted her mouth from Randy’s cock and climbed up onto the bed. Randy couldn’t see her, but could feel her.

“Now why don’t you bring that sweet little thing up here for me?” Randy said, trying to guide Amanda’s hips back toward his waiting tongue.

“You’d better hope that one of the nurses doesn’t just happen to come in here,” said the angel.

 

[Why]

Amanda

Amanda wriggled her buttocks back, inching her legs under Randall’s arms till they were hard against the bend of her knee. “Up a bit, sideways, that’s oh…….arrr… that’s it…”Amanda purred as Randall’s tongue touched her ghostly clit. She continued to work on his cock, swirling her tongue round its tip.

“Sir!!” The nurse exclaimed as she viewed Randall, lying in his bed, his tongue wagging round in the air and the thin bed sheet over his loins very tented.

“Yess.” Randall lisped as he still licked and slurped Amanda’s invisible pussy.

“Are you feeling alright?” The Nurse asked, as she placed a hand on his brow.

“Finnnneee” Randall answered as Amanda moaned and cried out;

“Keep it there, go there… deeper!”

“Then put your tongue away and…”The nurse’s eyes glanced down the bed . “And try and relax a bit.” Randall put his tongue away.

“Fudging hell!” Amanda swore, Randall’s cock plopped out of her mouth and waggled about. She then huffed and sat back on Randal’s face.

“Me dose! I tan’t bbbreathe” Randall exclaimed, half laughing and clawing where he knew Amanda’s bum was.

“Sorry.” Amanda chuckled and swung herself off the bed, still keeping a hold on Randall’s long hard length, determined to finish what she had started. As she slithered off the high bed, her foot hit a lever, the lever that tilted the hospital bed. Randall was suddenly going down headfirst, Amanda hanging on to his cock for dear life as her ghost feet slipped.

“Let goooooo!!” Randall bellowed his own hands going to his groin, scrabbling at Amanda’s fingers. “It won’t bend that way…”

“Sir! Oh dear!” The Nurse blathered and ran round the bed kicking the lever and helping Randall up as the bed began to right itself.

“Not yet it won’t” Amanda laughed and let go, tumbling in a heap at the tapping foot of the Angel.

“Oopss sorry” Amanda gulped and tried now to be serious.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. You too both on this side…” The angel shook his head.

“We could do a lot of good, you know that, you wouldn’t have even considered it is you hadn’t sensed that we could” Amanda shook her eyes widening with the fear that things were not going to happen.

“Well,..” The angel began only to have his words smothered in a loud crashing noise and the sound of running feet and the snap of gunfire.

“What the!” Randall sat up in bed, his hand seeking Amanda’s. She took it in hers and rubbed it against her cheek.

“Time to seize the day, Randall. I think they didn’t give the convict in theatre enough anesthetic. As if to underline the angel’s words a figure as wide and as high as the doorframe blocked out the light, it is meat like fist it held a scalpel.

“Oh looky here a pretty, pretty nursey…” The convict lisped as he advanced towards the poor young woman.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

Brandishing what looked like a scalpel, the thug moved toward the nurse threateningly. Randy only had a split second to think and then he leapt off the bed and set himself in front of the nurse protectively. The nurse shrank back into the shadows out of the way.

“What have we here?” the convict leered. “Looks like somebody wants to be a hero.”

“You’ll have to go through me first, bub,” Randy said. He was scared shitless, but he knew what he had to do if he were to be with Amanda.

“Oh, wanna play do ya?” the thug said waving the scalpel in front of Randy. The two men in the hospital gowns danced back and forth. “Or does somebody have a death wish.”

“Well, actually you are right about that one,” Randy said. He thought he heard Amanda giggle. “But no matter.” Randy stood tall and assumed a classic boxing pose. Maybe all those years as a youth in the gym taking lessons weren’t a waste after all. Except he would have to lose this match.

“So you want a piece of me, do ya?” said the thug.

“I think it’s the other way around,” Randy said, circling his fists as if working a speed bag.

The thug lunged forward with the scalpel and missed Randy who managed to pop the guy in the chops. The huge man didn’t flinch. Randy socked him again, and again the guy just stood there, this time laughing. When the guy lunged forward again, Randy grabbed for his hand, locking around his wrist and trying to keep the scalpel away. They wrestled together for several minutes, but Randy couldn’t bring the guy to the ground, not that he wanted to particularly since this was a contest that he was supposed to lose.

The guy reached for Randy and managed to grab him around the waist. Randy kicked back at the guy to no avail, then stomped his heels down trying to smash the guy’s feet. When the tug lost his balance, the two of them collapsed to the floor and began to roll around in an effort to get better leverage. Finally his opponent’s size and weight advantage came into play and Randy found himself on the bottom with the thug holding the scalpel just over his neck. He struggled to hold the man’s hand up and away but the guy’s superior strength was more than Randy to fend off. Randy saw the scalpel slowly descend toward his neck and lost sight of it as it passed his chin.

I fought long and hard, he thought, but Amanda I’m coming for you now!

Thwang! Thwang! rang out the sound of an empty bedpan striking the noggin of the convict, who then collapsed on top of Randy. The pretty little nurse stood over them, dropped the bedpan to the floor with a clatter, and then promptly fainted, falling on top of the convict. Unable to breathe, Randy struggled to push the two still bodies off of him but couldn’t manage the feat. Just as he felt himself about to pass out, the door swung open and the security staff charged in. They pulled the nurse up sat her onto the bed, and took custody of the thug.

“You’re a mighty brave fellow,” one of them said to Randy as he helped him to his feet. “This guy was a convicted murderer and rapist.” A doctor and some other nurses and staff soon crowded into the room.

“He did it!” said the quickly revived nurse. “He saved my life! He’s my hero!”

“Not this again,” Randy heard Amanda say. “How is this one going to try and reward him?”

“It wasn’t anything,” Randy said modestly.

“He threw himself right in front of that … that … that monster. He saved my life, he did,” she said effusively.

The hospital staff gathered around Randy, congratulating and thanking him. The convict was carted away, the nurse was helped back to the nurse’s station, and Randy was put back to bed. Soon his room was back to normal.

“Are you still here?” he called out to Amanda once he was alone. He looked around but didn’t see anything or hear anything. He sighed. Then he felt a hand on his cock, a small hand with very familiar fingers. “Ah! So there you are!” he said feeling around before he touched her. “Taking up where we left off, eh?” he laughed. With her invisible hands and mouth, Amanda quickly had Randy fully erect again and he felt her climb up onto the bed. The covers were pulled down baring his proud erection. There was no mistaking the feel of her hot wet sex as she drew him up inside her and began to ride him crazily.

“Oh, I love this!” he heard Amanda cry out. “Oh, yes!”

He closed his eyes and surrendered to the wonderful pleasure that was sweeping through him. He wasn’t aware of the door opening as his pretty little nurse returned to thank him again before she left for home. He certainly didn’t see the look of shock on her face as she saw him again, his thick cock fully erect as he seemingly was fucking the air. But then he most definitely didn’t see her lean back against the doorway, one hand unbuttoning her nurse’s dress while the other moved up underneath the skirt.

With Amanda’s unbridled passion and uninhibited lovemaking, Randy simply lay back and enjoyed the moment. But a few moments later, the nurse in the throes of her own passion, moaned loudly. Randy looked over to see the nurse leaning against the door, one hand pulling and twisting her engorged nipples while the other worked frantically inside her white lacy panties. He shot his load right on the spot, thick streams of hot wet cum shooting up inside Amanda’s ghostly womb.

“Oh, yes, Randall!” Amanda called out. “Cum inside me! Oh, yes!”

“Oh, fuck, yes!” cried the nurse as she came. “Oh, my god!”

“Uhn! Uhn! Uhn!” Randy growled as the last of his cum shot up like Old Faithful. Randy felt Amanda’s body collapse on top of him and her kisses were plastered all over his face and neck. “Mmm, I guess that everybody is happy now!”

“But that doesn’t solve our dilemma,” said the angel.

“We have to keep looking,” Randy said. “As soon as I’m out this afternoon, we’ll find some other opportunity.”

“The city is a dangerous place,” Amanda added. “There are more ways than one …”

Randy looked over at the nurse who was rearranging her clothes. “Thank you!” she said with an embarrassed smile before quickly departing.

 

[Why]

Amanda

“I hope this is not going to become a habit.” Amanda said testily as she ran her fingers up Randall’s pecks.

“I rather hoped it would…” Randall replied laughing as he thrust into her again. Amanda wriggled down, reluctant to let his cock slip from her moist pussy.

“I meant the grateful damsels in distress.” Amanda huffed and laid her head on Randall’s shoulder. He reached up and closed his arms round her ghost shape, blowing in where he thought her ear was. The breath went up her left nostril and she shorted and coughed. “We have got to be together soon…” As if to underline her words she started to slip through Randall, no longer a firm shape, becoming truly a ghost.

“Damn” The angel cursed and took a small hour glass out of robes and peered at it. “No supposed to do this,” then turned it over and Amanda solidified.

“What was happening then?” Randall worriedly asked as Amanda suddenly reappeared in his arms.

“The sand had run out, I fiddled it, but that won’t hold for long, we need to get this sorted.” The Angel said.

“Yes we do, get dressed and discharge yourself.” Amanda slid off her lover and grabbed his hand pulling him from the bed.

“Ok…Ok…” Randall replied getting up laughing, holding the back of his gown closed as he did so.

“Why you doing that, seen it, like it.” Amanda swatted his bum.

“Modesty” Randall retorted and picked up his clothes, pushing first one leg then another into his boxers.

“And where do you think you are going, I mean you need to rest.” It was the nurse, she stood at the door looking at Randall and licking her full lips.

Amanda went up to the woman and stood before her hands on curvy hips and said into the woman’s face. “We are leaving; just keep your knickers on.”

“Nurse, I need to go. I have important things to do.” Randall said as his trousers and shirt followed the boxers onto his well formed frame.

“Yes and I am one of them things he has to “do” often, in all positions, all at the drop of a hat or rather zip.” Amanda added poking her tongue out at the nurse.

I really don’t think…” The nurse babbled as Randy moved past her.

“No don’t.” Amanda huffed and followed.

“Please...” The Nurse caught Randy’s arm her eyes pleading with him.

“Oh god I am in a rerun of Dr Kildare!” Amanda slapped her forehead.

“I prefer ER actually. “ The angel commented as he moved down the corridor.

“I have to go.” Randall gently removed her hand and kissed her brow. The nurse sighed low and long.

“His is a natural for this.” It was the Angels turn to slap his forehead.

“What for making women randy?” Amanda snapped and pulled at Randall’s arm.

“No, good deeds…” The angel winked.

“I only have eyes for one woman. Just wish I could see her.” Randall said and made a grab for where he though Amanda would be. His hand hit and cupped her right breast. He squeezed.

“Damn your aim is good.” Amanda sighed herself this time.

“Come on you two” The Angel called.

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“We have to sort this out straight away, before it’s too late,” Randy said to where he thought the angel stood. He could feel a ghostly hand fall upon his that was cupping Amanda’s breast. He could feel her engorged nipple press into his palm. “We really must do this straight away!” He could see that the nurse was giving him a strange look, so he smiled in her direction. “I really appreciate all the great care you have given me, but I have to go! Have a great life, hon!”

He breezed past her and headed quickly down the hallway to the nurse’s station. “Where is the Sister?” he asked. He could feel the ghostly hands of Amanda on his back and shoulders, rubbing and massaging at first but then tickling as her fingers wandered near his ribs. “Are you trying to distract me, Amanda?” he said over his shoulder.

“I’m the Sister,” said a stern looking young woman who stood before Randy, looking at him quizzically. “But my name is not Amanda.”

“Amanda is … oh, never mind,” Randy said exasperatedly. “Look, I have to check myself out of here. Where’s the form? There must be a form or something that I have to sign!”

“There is a form,” she replied. “But I have to warn you of the possible consequences should you sign yourself out. Doctor’s orders that must be followed, medication, rest …”

“Good, good, consider me forewarned, Sister,” Randy said hurriedly. “Not that it’s going to matter since my time here is nearly expired … now where do I sign?”

“You are sure about this, Mr. Walker?” the Sister said, reluctant to hand over the form.

“Just give me the bloody form for Pete’s sake!”

“All right,” the Sister said and handed the form to Randy who then scribbled his signature and quickly turned away. “Mr. Walker? Mr. Walker? Don’t you need your supply of medication? The Doctor left specific instructions that you should …”

“No, thank you, dear,” Randy called out over his shoulder as he hurried toward the door. “Not going to need it where I’m going.”

Randy led the way outside. He could feel the ghostly presence of Amanda and the Angel behind him.

“Where are you going is such a hurry?” Amanda asked.

“I’m going to walk downtown,” Randy said with firm determination. “I know that there are a couple of tough neighbourhoods between here and there. Surely there will be something I can do to get this over once and for all.”

“My hero!” Amanda giggled, imitating the voice of the nurse.

It was only a few blocks down when Randy saw his opportunity. There in broad daylight across the street was a pair of masked men, one of whom was brandishing a handgun, slinking around the corner of a convenience store and slipping in through the front door. Without thinking, Randy darted through traffic to cross the street and burst through the door behind the erstwhile robbers. Once inside, Randy saw the gunman training his firearm on the proprietor, who stood with his arms raised, while the accomplice rifled through the open drawer of the cash register.

“What’s going on here?” Randy shouted out. The startled gunman peered nervously at Randy through the holes of a crude mask. Randy walked directly toward the proprietor. “You guys aren’t thinking of doing something stupid are you?”

“Don’t move!” the gunman shouted, but Randy didn’t stop moving. “I said don’t move, or I’ll shoot!” The other robber paused as he looked up at Randy, who didn’t stop until he had stepped between the thief holding the firearm and the storeowner. “I’m warning you,” said the gunman. “Any funny business and I’ll plug you!”

“Go ahead,” Randy said defiantly. “I’m not afraid of you.” He could see the gunman’s hand begin to shake. “Come on! Go ahead and plug me already!”

“Psst! Psst! Randall!” came the ghostly voice of Amanda from the side. “I don’t think this is going to work.”

“What?” Randy said looking toward where he thought her voice came from. “Not going to work?”

The robbers looked at each other then back at Randy and the proprietor.

“Hey, don’t look at me!” the storeowner exclaimed. “I don’t have any idea who this weirdo is!” He pointed a hand at Randy.

“Keep ‘em up!” the gunman shouted, gesturing toward the storeowner.

“This isn’t going to work,” Amanda called out to Randy. “You have to die saving someone, not encouraging someone to shoot you.”

“Oh, so now you tell me,” Randy replied looking at the gunman directly. “So if I step aside and get this guy to shoot at the owner, I can jump in front of the bullet and that will do it?”

“Hey! Wait a minute!” yelled the storeowner. The terrified man looked directly at the gunman. “Don’t listen to him! He is crazy!”

“Yeah I’m crazy! “ Randy said. “Crazy for a woman I can’t even see anymore!”

“Oh, Christ! Let’s get out of here!” said the robber stuffing the last of the cash into a canvas bag.

“I’m with you!” called out the gunman and the two robbers quickly fled the store, leaving Randy and the owner behind the counter.

“Well, this was a complete bust!” Randy sighed, stepping away from behind the counter.

“What do you mean?! I just got robbed! I’m calling the police!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry about that,” Randy said. “But I have problems of my own, see, and a deadline that won’t wait. Hope things turn out for you.”

With that Randy left the store and headed back down toward downtown.

“That was close,” Amanda called out to him, putting her ghostly hand in his as she hurried up beside him. “Be more careful from now on. We have to get you killed for the right reason, remember.”

“You’re telling me! That would have been really stupid. Now if we can only just find someone, something, somewhere …”

“Time is growing short,” reminded the Angel. “The sand is almost gone and I can’t jiggle or fiddle with it any longer.”

“What if we never find the right situation?” Amanda remarked sadly. “We’ll never be together … ever again …”

Suddenly there came a screeching sound from the street. Randy looked up to see a large lorry trying to brake to a halt to avoid striking an old lady with a walker who was being led across the street by a little girl. He didn’t think, he merely saw the lorry and the old lady and the little girl and he took off running.

“What the?” Amanda called out as Randy dashed in the path of the lorry.

He pushed the old lady and the little girl out of the way just before the lorry arrived at the spot. He looked back to see the ornament on the bonnet of the lorry. Then everything went to light and Randy’s mind was filled with strange sensations. There was pain, and the sounds of people and traffic, and something warm on his forehead. He felt the hands of people pulling at him, carrying him toward the sidewalk, laying him out. Then he felt her hands on him, Amanda’s hands. He tried to blink his eyes open.

“Look! He’s still alive!” someone called out. “Someone call for an ambulance!”

“Look out! I’m a doctor!” someone else shouted, coming to kneel beside Randy.

As he lie there on the sidewalk, a half-dozen people crowding around him, Randy looked up and could feel Amanda holding him, caressing his forehead. While the others tended to him, he smiled. Slowly their shape began to blur and the image of Amanda became sharper until they were shadows and her pretty smile was completely in focus. The pain was slipping away, the warmth from his bleeding wound was fading, and the voices of his rescuers were turning indecipherable.

“Hi!” he said with a smile, looking up at Amanda.

 

[Why]

Amanda

“Hi,” Amanda said in return and leaned forward to kiss Randall, her bare breasts dangling with in easy reach, and her near white curls tickling his nose. She was sitting aside him on the large brass bedstead that had been in her apartment.

Randall puckered his lips for the kiss then he gargled. His whole body jolted and he began to fade away dragged back almost screaming, cursing.

“Get those bloody paddles off him!” Amanda screamed and started lashing out as a room in the ER department began to form round the two of them.

Randall, the flesh and blood Randall was spread-eagled on a bed. A nurse was cutting his blood stained clothes off him. Lines were being put into every limb it seemed. The doctors and nurses hovered round him in a blur of green cotton draped figures.

“Think, yes….. no….” The doctor said and rubbed the two paddles of the device together…. “Clear!”

“Not bloody likely” Amanda swore and narrowed her eyes; trying to focus what ghostly energy she still had at the heart of the machine. She clung to the Randal that was nearly with her, trying to drag him back by the force of her love.

“No….” The angel said.

“Not fair…..” Amanda screamed as Randall’s body jolted and again and his heart beat fluttered, then stopped. Amanda snuggled close to him, her head on his chest, hoping, praying.

“Amanda?” Randall was half way, his spirit floating above his body. “Do I go towards the light?”

“Just go towards what you think heaven will be like…” The angel said, winked and vanished.

“Come here,” Randall said and opened his ghostly arms to Amanda. She felt them close round her as the Doctor swore.

“Shit! We are losing him” The ER room faded and Amanda and Randall rolled across the bed, falling off onto a beach.

“Oh sand.” Amanda giggled, “you like sand.”

“Oh, it just crossed my mind we never went to the beach.” Randall replied as he untangled his legs from the sheets and looked at the woman lying by his side. His hand ran up the fine linen dress she was wearing and it vanished. “Whoa!”

“You wanted it off.” Amanda wrapped her arm round his neck dragging him closer. She inched her naked body under his and placed his right hand on her breast and began to hum. Rubbed her nose and sighed, rolling her eyes, but Randall’s attention was for the moment elsewhere.

“So,” Randall said looking round him as the landscape shifted from one shape to another, merging and sliding together. “So…”

“So… “Amanda huffed and pushed his fingers together on her expanding nipple. He needed to get his mind back on the business

“Heaven is..?”

“What ever you want, believe, hope, desire it to be….” Amanda sighed and kissed Randall hard as he tried to answer her. He spluttered, laughed and returned her kiss. His fingers now began to tease her nipple of there own accord and his mouth trailed a line of wet kisses from her mouth down the curve of her neck to the rosy pink bud.

Amanda felt the nipple stiffen, almost exploding as it was taken between Randall’s teeth and tweaked by his tongue. The sensation awoke the longing deep in the pit of her stomach and she groaned, “More,”

“Am I allowed to in heaven?” Randall asked cheekily

 

[Miltone]

Randy

“You keep that up, you will be welcomed with open arms!” Amanda purred cozily, nuzzling her breasts up to Randy’s waiting mouth.

“Or better yet, open thighs,” laughed the Angel.

“So is it true? Did I … are you … am I?” Randy said, too excited to complete a single question. All he could see and feel was Amanda, the Christmas Spirit—his Christmas Spirit! There was certainly an other worldly feel to their surroundings, the colors brilliantly bright and the sounds and scents lush and vivid, overloading his perception almost to the point where the sights and sounds and smells overflowed one to the other. Yet, he felt her warm naked pliant flesh beneath his hands and lips as if they were alive.

“Yes, it’s true!” Amanda sighed as he suckled her stiff nipples one after the other. “You make the sacrifice, saved the little girl and her grandmother, and now you are on the other side … oh, yes, Randall! Please don’t stop! That feels soooo goooood!”

“Mmm,” Randy growled as he nibbled on her sensitive breasts. “But I had always thought that angels wore robes or gowns,” he remarked, toying with her breasts with his fingers.

“That’s only a concession for the fundamentalist earth bound types who might not understand the purity and beauty of the human form,” replied the angel. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I can see that my work here is done. See you next December, Amanda!”

“Yes … see you!” she purred as Randy’s kisses worked their way down over her belly. “Oh, Christ! Yes!”

“Enjoy your off season!” the Angel called out before he disappeared.

Randy had reached the downy muff between Amanda’s legs and lavished her folds with hot wet caresses of his tongue. She arched her back and began to rotate her hips as his tongue laved her with an ardent fervor. Then, Randy paused as his fingers parted her damp silken folds and circled the hard little nub of her clit. “So, um, what do we do till then?”

“Uhhh, Randall! I … think you … have made … a … a … good start! Oh, yessssss!” Amanda responded, her legs parting wide and her hips rocking upward to give him full access to her sex.

“Let me get this straight?” Randy said, twisting a pair of fingers up inside her moist velvety channel. “We don’t have anything else to do until next Christmas season?”

“Oh, fuck yes!” Amanda cried out madly and then tried to compose herself. “I mean, yes … nothing else … till then.”

“So we can just … just … just have fun and make love until then?”

“Pretty much,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows on the hard wet sand of the beach. “You have a problem with that?”

“Hell, no!” Randy chuckled. “Cause I think I am going to dig the heck out of this.” He smiled and dove his mouth down again to kiss and suckle her throbbing pussy. Amanda lie back on the sand and looked around.

“May I say that this is the most exotic setting I have ever seen,” she remarked. “The water, the skies, the trees, the sand …”

“They didn’t call me a dreamer for nothing,” Randy said, looking up from between her parted thighs, the wetness of her arousal dusting his lips and chin. He kissed his way back up over her body until they were face to face. “And what we dream of sets the stage?”

“Absolutely,” Amanda replied.

“So if I were to think of becoming The Lord of Hardwicke Castle and you were the scullery maid, that we would …”

Suddenly, the sky and sand whirled and they were surrounded by the cold damp walls of a Medieval castle, Amanda was dressed in a dishevelled stiff linen uniform and was pulling at the ties of his leather britches as Randy set upon her in the pantry. Amanda sank to her knees and pulled his cock through the gap in his britches and took him deep into her mouth.

“Whoa!” Randy exclaimed. “I think I’m going to like this!”

“Or I could be a French Duchess and you are but the randy stable boy tending to my mount after a ride,” Amanda said, rising up as the walls whirled around them and they were just inside the door of the stable, she in a lovely riding gown and boots, and Randy dressed in his simple pants and tunic. He pressed her up against the stall and hiked up her dress and petticoats finding her warm buttocks bare and her legs parted for him.

“Damn! If I knew heaven was this cool, I’d have taken the plunge sooner,” Randy laughed. “So if I want to be the headmaster and you are the truant schoolgirl …”

They were turned about and placed in a warm humid and stuffy classroom after hours, Randy using his pointer stick to raise the hem of her short plaid skirt, while Amanda stood before him flushed and trembling with anticipation.

“No,” Amanda said. “Headmistress and errant schoolboy …” They were instantly switched, Amanda seated on the desk, her skirts raised high and her legs splayed wide, and Randy’s eager young mouth planted firmly on her glistening sex. “Mmm, so much time, so many fantasies …”

“Mmmfffff,” Randy replied.

 

[Why]

Amanda

Amanda lay with Randall’s head on her breast. He was a sleep. A sleep in heaven? Not really necessary but it was nice. In fact it was wonderful Amanda thought, to sleep with someone you loved curled up close.

She had not realized until now, how lonely she had been, what had been missing. Love. Love was what heaven was all about. Randall loved her, gave up his “real life” for her. Damn, she sniffed and felt a tear trickle down her cheek.

Randall mumbled something in his sleep and his hold on her left breast tightened. Amanda’s sniff turned to a soft giggle. “You just wait till you wake up” she said softly. “But first you can imagine us down off here.” Amanda glanced down off the side of the gently rocking bed. It was impaled on a silver spear, some few thousand feet above the ground. The landscape below looked like a multi coloured rug sprinkled with children’s toys.

Amanda closed her eyes and began to drift off. Then she opened one orb and frowned.

Above her was the face of the angel.

“Yes,” Amanda said sharply

“Just a reminder, now there are two of you on that district, we expect twice as much effort.” The Angel remarked.

“Oh no worry about that, getting plenty of practice” Amanda laughed and cradled Randall in her arms.

“God give me strength, why did I have to be lumbered with you…” The angel muttered as he faded away….

Amanda then imagined a large sign and pinned it in the air above the bed. “Do not disturb until next Christmas!”