Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (4 page)

She didn’t say
anything this time. How he could know all of that was the question occupying
her mind. Her moments of insanity were being told to her by a hallucination. She
had been so desperately alone she had imagined her own intimate ghost who
provided her with phantom caresses. She walked to him and touched his hood. When
she made contact with physical matter, her hands froze. He groaned under her
fingers.

She gave into
her insanity because it sure beat reality and confessed, “I had come to welcome
your touches, even if I thought I might just be imagining them. I have for so
long wanted to be touched and loved that way.”

When she moved
her body up against his again, the night seemed to stop except for the voice of
the small girl from Miracle on 34th Street talking about not believing in
Santa. Time was being marked by the only true illumination in the room. He
wrapped his arms around her rubbing them down her back, quickly over the soft roll
of her ass, around to her stomach and up upon her breasts. Her skin tingled
where he had touched. Their connection was savage and needy for a few seconds,
until he pushed her away.

“I don’t think I
should be doing this. I don’t want to jeopardize your future.”

“What future?”

“That is what I
have come here to show you. You could have a wonderful future, if you will just
change your ways. Let the world see the real Janie, the one who only reveals
herself when she is alone in this apartment.”

“I don’t want to
think now. I want you to touch me. I had hoped in my crazy mind for the ghostly
touches to continue. Now they can.”

“No,” he said
abruptly putting his hand out to stop her and having it land between her
breasts. “I will not jeopardize your future for needs that I shouldn’t even
have.”

“I want you to
touch me, please.”

“We have to go
so I can show you your possible future. That is supposed to be my only purpose
for being here.”

“You mean leap
out the window like in the movies. Then, all my neighbors will find is the
splatter of my body on the ground because I committed suicide following some
hallucination. No, I want to stay here and be touched by you now. I don’t care
what you are or even if you are real or imagined. Just make me feel loved.”

Her instincts
told her to remove the cloak but she feared what she would find underneath. She
was not going to mess up this chance, whatever it was.

The unnatural
sound that came from him spurred her courage. She untied the belt around his
waist and let the robe fall open. In the faint glow of the TV, she could see in
the mere one inch it had fallen open the shadows of abdominal muscles and a
thick erection. Reaching out she pet the hard dark protrusion of his body
liking the feel of his satin skin along with the cool fabric that caressed her
hand on both sides.

His head fell
back, but the cloak remained over his face. In the dark she knelt before him to
take him into her mouth. Generously sized hands gripped her hair. He was hard
enough to work without the need of her hands, so she let them move under his
robe to trail up his stomach. They went over muscles that created dips and
strong curves. When she thought she had him staying, she stood back up before
him.

Coyly, turning
her back to him, she let her imaginings come to life as she boldly began to
remove her clothes. Although the hood shrouded his face, she felt his eyes on
her. She pulled her shirt up over her head and let it fall. Then she undid her
bra, turned only her head to him and dropped it at his feet. Her jeans and
panties she shimmed down over her hips and seductively bending over to give him
a nice view, she pulled the pants off of her ankles.

He stepped
towards her and for a moment hesitantly placed his hands on her hips. His
strong member poked at the small of her back. Then, he pushed her two steps
forward to the TV that sat close to waist height on a small cart and lifted her
slightly to her tiptoes to bend her over it. The static pulled at the tuft of
hair on her mound sending tiny vibrations over her skin. When she heard Santa
make a disgusted noise at the owner of Macys, she silently giggled.

His massive
hands rubbed her ass. He ran a single finger through her two cheeks with a
considerable enough amount of force to have it dip in slightly when it reached
her puckered hole. At the same time, his other hand found its way between her
thighs. He tickled her lips with light rubbing before he wiggled a finger
in-between them spreading the wetness he had created.

The edges of the
TV pushed into her flesh, but she didn’t care. She loved the forceful nature
her spirit had. He grabbed his cock, and she could feel his knuckles against
her as he began to move it in small circles around her hole. She moaned out her
impatience. The light foreplay lasted a minute before a groan shot from him,
and he thrust up inside of her. Her vaginal walls were forced open around him
as a shot of contractions moved through her stomach.

Santa chuckling
a ‘Ho Ho Ho’ sent the absurdly amusing thought that she had Santa between her legs
and the Spirit of Christmas inside her. His movements were not patient; they
were dominating and came in erratic spurts. Both of his hands found their way
around to her stomach and traveled down to her mons. With his chest pressed up
against her back his cloak fell around her. His hood tickled her neck as he
came in to kiss her neck. All eight of his fingers spread her open and he put
the broad tip of a finger on her clit. It took little for her to begin spasming
and for her pussy to weep around him.

Chapter 3

The contracting
muscles massaging his erection brought him to the point of no return. Seed
spilled forth from him into her. A moment of clarity had him wondering the
ramifications, before he lost his senses again and his body jerked forward with
another wave of pleasure. Noticing they were both covered by his robe, the
stray thought came to him that he had shrouded her symbolically like she hid
her true self in life. Connected to her, he chose to be grateful for what had
just occurred between them.

Their breathing
slowed in unison as he ran his wet fingers up her torso and removed her from
the TV. As letters of love poured into the courtroom on the television, he felt
love pour from him also for the beauty in his embrace. Even he believed in
Santa at this moment with this gift, this moment in time with her.

She turned then
in his arms to face him again. Her face was radiant with the perspiration of
their act. She reached up and caressed his hooded head. Then she brashly
grabbed a fistful of his hood and uncovered his face.

“How can you
look so real?” came out on a gasp.

“I am granted my
human body each Christmas Eve to go about my mission. It allows me to interact
with the living even when I am not of them.”

She stood there
studying him as his stomach gripped in momentary fear. Then, she pushed the
rest of the robe from his body and pulled out of his embrace. He forgot to be
concerned when the complete view of her naked form graced his eyes.

“Who were you
when you walked this earth as a mortal?” Her arms finally fell to her sides
while she waited for an answer from the dark-skinned Adonis before her.

“I am of the
Iroquois tribe. My name is Leading Cloud, and I was born over 400 years ago.”
She walked to him again, placed her hands on his neck and let them trail onto
his shoulders.

“I guess that
explains your deep brownish skin, dark hair and dark eyes.” Her words trailed
the sights she was taking in.

For all of these
years his cloak alone had identified him. No one had looked upon this form, and
he hadn’t spoken to any one. No words were needed when you were cloaked in
black in a cemetery pointing out a gravestone engraved with the name of the
fully alive person beside him.

Feeling guilty,
he said, “Will you follow me now to show you your two possible futures?”

Her body
shivered against his. “I would rather crawl under a heavy blanket and just have
you tell me, if that doesn’t go against any hard and fast rules.”

“Rules,” he
scoffed. “Like I have followed any rules so far here tonight.”

“Good. Get comfy
on my couch.” He did as instructed lying on his side on the oversized cushions.

“Wow! Talk about
comfort. I have witnessed how things have changed for hundreds of years, all of
these amazing inventions, but I have never tried any of them out. It was not part
of what I was here for. I observe, and I guess you would say counsel once a
year, but I am not to interact.”

She spooned in
beside him and all of the guilt was forgotten. By the time she pulled the heavy
quilt that was draped over the back of the couch onto them, Rosemary Clooney
and Vera-Ellen were singing about being sisters.

As she snuggled
into him, her ass pushed into his groin and he groaned again.

“I am never
going to be able to concentrate like this.”

“Sorry, go on,”
she said feeling the Christmas’ spirit overtake her for the first time in
years. “But, keep it as brief as you can. I want to introduce you to a few new
inventions.”

“Sure,” he said
uneasy with excitement. “Well, I would have taken you first to the cemetery…”

She cut him off.
“Wait, why is this so like A Christmas Carol?”

“Well it is the
same in some ways and different in others. The author of that story was
actually visited by the three Christmas spirits like many before him. Once he
decided to write of the experience, he passed the work off as fiction lest
people would think him crazy. Then, of course, he altered a few things to make
what he thought was a better story.”

“Are you
serious?” she laughed, and he loved the way she vibrated against him. He
couldn’t help but to think that by breaking the rules tonight he was making her
happy. He was showing her she could be loved for who she really was. He just
hoped when the wrath came for him it would count for something.

“I am. Anyway,”
he said in a mock disgusted tone that’s only truth came from having to talk
instead of taking her again. “You understand what your future will be then if
you continue on in the same manner? You will end your life still alone with out
the love you truly hunger for in private. You grew up embarrassed of who you
were, and therefore you drastically changed yourself only to find out that you
were not happy this way either. The true you that I have seen when you are
alone is lovable. You just need to risk being her and follow your heart to find
your true purpose here, to do some good for mankind.” As he stopped speaking,
he had noticed how tense her body had become.

“You have seen
the true me all this past year, and you still wanted to be with me?” She choked
out through the start of tears.

“Yes…Yes! I have
longed to the point of having a spirit body physically hurting to be with you. For
the first time in centuries, I longed to be human again.”

“Thank you.”

He held her
while she sorted out her thoughts, loving the way she felt naked in his human
arms. He craved her flesh. He had no idea what would become of him now or how
he would handle being away from her later, but he chose to force it from his
mind. He would share with her whatever she chose to share with him until just
before the sun rose on Christmas day.

Finally she
moved in his arms to come face to face with him again. “Are you just going to
disappear at some point?”

“Yes, it is
usually at my own command, but this year I don’t want to go,” he said as he
watched her beautiful body emerge from under the blanket. “Where are you
going?”

“I don’t know.” She
walked to her window to look out hiding her nakedness from the world with the
curtain while the curves of her were revealed to him. He lay there with bated
breath. Out of the corner of his eye, the damn television kept reminding him of
how his limited time with her was passing. The four from White Christmas were
busy conjuring up their big show, and he was worried about when his would end.

Leaving the
warmth of the blanket, his body went to the heat of her. She turned when he
approached, and he fell on his knees before her. Wrapping his arms around her
ass, he pulled her pussy to his face and took in the scent of her. Kissing her
radiant skin repeatedly around her stomach and over her mound, her hands
grasped at his hair letting the curtain fall aside. Christmas lights from the
other homes sparkled around the outer lines of her body and between her thighs.
He ran a single finger in circles lightly on the top of her mound as if her
were coloring her in. Then teasingly he ran the finger through her wetness just
grazing her opening. She inhaled deeply.

He hooked his
finger and with a small bit of motion felt his finger move between her lips
into warm wetness. Exploring her further, he looked up into her face wishing he
could hear her thoughts.

“I love you,
Janie, with all that I am.” Her eyes opened wide in response to his confession.
Her body clenched at his finger, as her eyes blinked back tears.

Looking at her
sent almost painful spasms down his shaft. His hands fell down her legs as he
heard the cut to credit music. He had only about two hours left to be with her
and he planned on making the most of them.

Chapter 4

“I love you,
too.” She pushed at his shoulders enough to make him sit back on the floor. His
body jumped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think about the wood being cold.”

“I don’t care,”
he said as he grasped her hips with both of his hands and directed her down
onto his lap.

As she opened
her legs to straddle him, she clenched in pleasure at the air across her wetness.
She already felt close to orgasm again. Her pussy clenched open and closed
several times pulsing in anticipation. When her thighs came to rest upon his,
his hardness pushed up against her. Her lips slid around the length of his
hardness. Rocking slightly her clit rubbed against a bulging vein at his cock’s
base as their stomachs met.