Bill Thornbury, holding his cards just below his eyes, watched Jack Burton laying down his three aces. "There, you bushwhackers, read 'em and weep," Jack said as he reached for the pot.
"Not so fast," Bill said. "I did not stay in just to sweeten the pot" With that, he lay down his cards. "Just got these itty bitty pair of sixes, and three pretty nines, for a full boat."
Ron murmured under his breath," Sandbagging son of a bitch!"
All six guys at the table laughed. "Lets take a break for some popcorn, and a beer," Don Johnson said as he left to round up some things in the kitchen.
The card game had been a regular event since the "Boys" were freshman-playing football for Joe Paterno at Penn State. Now graduated and settled in the Chicago area working for different companies, they had remained friends.
Bill, the only one married, had included the "Boys" in his wedding party when he married Melissa. They were good guys that everybody liked, but rowdy as hell.
As Don returned with a round of drinks, Jack spoke up; "Let me tell you my tale of woe. That Linda that I'm dating. Well, I tried to come on to her the other night, with the titty feeling routine. She stopped me cold when she informed me that her titties were so tender that if a guy grabs them it hurts a ton. I got a real thing for this fem, but how to you get from A to Z when you have to bypass the mountains?"
"Go from Z to P, dumb shit," Ron injected. "Hey Bill, now that you sleep with that
Baby Doll, that you somehow stole, kidnapped, drugged, or purchased, I am amazed to see you out of the bedroom. She is one sweet thing, let me tell you."
Wanting to add to the sexy talk, Bill countered, "Melissa has an idiosyncrasy, like Linda's, but it puts her in bed, not out. If I rub her pussy with my leg, knee, or hand, her knees go weak. We can be having a heated discussion about something. I put my hand down there and start rubbing. Her mouth will be saying that she wants to do this or that, but I back her into the bedroom, and open those legs. Regardless of what the mouth is saying the pussy is soaking wet. She even admitted to me that she would lay down for anyone, if they rub their hand on her cunt."
"Looks like a text book case of she needs my cock," Don ventured. "Ditto here," Ron added. Jack drained his glass, and as he got to his feet said to Bill; "Bill buddy, we gots to let you know that every guy in the room would like to jump Melissa's bones, and would do so in a minute, if you were not in the picture."
"Homely fucking picture it is," Don added. "Lets play some cards, fuck heads?"
Good guys. Good friends. But keep in mind that many true words are said in jest, passed through Bill's mind as he picked up his cards.
March 26, 2000 brought a blizzard. When Bill got home from work he looked at the garage roof, shaking his head. Must be nine hundred pounds of wet snow up there. He used a ladder to get up on the roof. Had it almost half cleared when he lost his footing, and fell backward. It was not a high fall, just ten feet. But his head hit first, and his neck broke with a crunch.
Whew, nice dive ass hole. Bill stood up, and was amazed to note that he was naked; standing next to his body sprawled in the snow. What to fuck, some sort of out of body experience. Holy shit, I'll have to tell the Boys about this.
Looking closer at his body, he noted that his eyes were open. He had only seen a dead person a couple times before. Stunned, he realized that he was, indeed, dead. Dead?
He saw Melissa come rushing out of the house. She held his body and cried.
The "Boys." Well, the "Boys" were just as you would expect them to be. Like an old fashion wake, they got drunk. Don Johnson said it best. " Bill is in God's hands now. God needs a defensive back and Bill baby is one tough mother." They would have got him out of the coffin to sit at the card game table, if it were not for Bill's dad that sat in on the game.
Bill took stock of his situation. He was invisible. He could see his naked self. Though it was not uncomfortable, he could tell it was cold when he walked in the snow, or it was warm inside. He passed through trees, walls, or moving vehicles with ease. He would stand next to Melissa when she was on the phone and overhear both sides of the conversation.
On April 16, he was sunning himself. There had been a spring thaw. A voice said, "You Bill Thornbury?" Bill looked up and realized that a "Being" was standing next to him.
"Yap that be me." Bill looked over this "Being." Looked like a human, tall, with wings. Bill smiled to himself when he saw that the Being was hung with a thick cock.
"Sorry to be so late getting to you. Listen up. You made God's good guy list, so you have it made, like forever. Heaven is a little different then you thought. You will stay on earth. Its the quality of life that is different."
"Contrary to what people think, sex is intended to be a front burner interest for you now. Men and woman on the good guy list revert to a spirit body as they were at age twenty-four. The spirits can locate, and go to, any other spirit just by thinking of them. You can have an orgasm every five minutes, as can the ladies. The "Big Guy" takes a very dim view of all the headaches, and I'm tired excuses, for denying sex to men among the "Alive ones." So, a spirit woman cannot deny sex to anyone. Since weight is a non-factor, you will observe a spirit woman walking along, with a spirit man hanging on to her front or rear, fucking like crazy."
"The "Alive ones" are another story. If you maintain contact with an "Alive one" for over a minute, they will have a feeling at the spot that will cause them to rub the place. So, if you are actively fucking a woman, she will put her hand right through you to rub her pussy area since you are gently agitating the area. If she is masturbating, and comes while you are fucking her, it is, well, Heaven."
"You can make things move. Things like a door, curtains, and papers. But only if you have very high emotion. The "Alive ones" will, of course, never see you, when any of this is going on."
"There is one thing that may take some getting used to. If an "Alive one" thinks of you, for any reason, you will "Swish" instantly to their side. I won't go into it now, but sometime you might chose to not see what is going on."
If you want or need any more guidance, as you go alone, just think of my name for me to appear. I'm Gabe." With that, he was gone.
Bill's $400,000.00 life policy allowed Melissa to stay in their home. She decided that she did not want to return to her small hometown. The ring of the phone brought Bill and Melissa into the kitchen. He had been dead for five months.
Jodi, her older married sister, was on the line.
"Hi Melissa, how is it in the big city? I am bored down here in Richmond, Indiana. How about if I come up this weekend and we go out on the town? You need to get out, and I sure do. Jerry is, well, Jerry."
Melissa frowned, and replied, " I just don't know how I would be around other guys."
Jodi laughed and said, "You mean that none of the "Boys" have made a serious pass at you yet?"
"Well, no, but Jack does stop and cut the grass, and Don calls and chats." They still think about me."
"I'll bet they think about you a lot," Jodi gushed into the phone. Jodi, four years older then the twenty two year old Melissa, was much more worldly, and had slept with her share of guys while in college. Melissa, on the other hand, had a steady guy in High school that was her first sex partner, and then there was one other guy in college before Bill had swept her off her feet. She loved to dance, and party, but it was always with her steady boyfriend, so she had no experience with the give and take of guys on the make.
Bill liked things as they were. He would lie next to Melissa and run his hand over the velvet skin of her tits. When he tied of that, and she had rubbed herself where his hand had been, he would play with her pussy lips until she would rub those. He always had a hard on, so it would be thrust into her warm pussy. "Oh, man, does that feel good." It was a rush if she was asleep when he rode her. She would begin to hump and masturbate in her sleep, calling out his name.
Jodi arrived Friday at three thirty. Bill had never seen her naked. Even wearing clothes, he could see her body clearly. He placed his hand on her breasts. They were a full cup larger then Melissa. As she sat talking to Melissa, he slid between her legs to insert himself in her pussy. She was tight like Melissa. He rode her sidesaddle with her leg right through his midsection, as he listened to the girls chat. He came twice, but of course there was no visible jism. For her part, she said to Melissa, "There is something making me horny. My pussy feels like I need to use it."
"You talk dirty," Melissa said, with a smile. "Want some more coffee?"
Jodi had more on her mind, then Melissa imagined. Jerry, her husband, was a good guy, but lacked imagination. They had been married for five years, but had not traveled much, or partied at all. Jodi was hot for some excitement, maybe even a fling. You know, a good fuck by a stranger. Her trip to visit Melissa was her excuse to get away. She knew that Melissa would never go hunting for some strange sex, so she talked up going someplace to flirt, dance, party, like it was a high school event. Jodi knew that if a guy got a good look at Melissa's figure, that he would want to give her an all night fucking. Jodi smiled to herself, Maybe that would be a good thing?
She needs to start fucking the "Boys" so that one of them will marry her and she can get on with her life. Jodi concluded.
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