"What the fuck do you think you're wearing?"

"What?" I looked down at my costume, not seeing the problem, "I'm a witch." A sexy witch? No. The dress is floor length and it was the easiest, cheapest thing I could find at the thrift store. At the time, when I was buying it, I told myself it would just be my back up but classes got busy and money got tight and so I was left swimming in a sheet of black fabric that completely hid my body.

"It is our last Halloween in college, I am not letting you go out dressed like a trash bag." Ash, my roommate looked at me in horror.

"Well I don't want to be cold. It's practical."

"Practi-" she let out an exasperated sigh. She stormed off into her room and I looked back to the mirror. Maybe she was right, I doubt I'd have the opportunity to dress skimpy on Halloween next year when I moved back to my hometown.

"Here." Suddenly the view of myself in the mirror was obscured as a piece of white fabric was thrown in my face. "Wear that."

"Where's the rest of it?" It looked the size of a dish cloth.

"It's stretchy. You'll thank me later." She walked back to her room calling out across the apartment, "we're gonna look hot!" Well at least she would. Ash was the kind of girl to make anything look hot while I- well I had a good figure but not the confidence to really show it off.

A few moments later, Ash emerged from her room once again. Laced up boots, a short puffy skirt, and a corset that pushed her tits up so much they were defying the laws of physics. She was dressed up as a "sexy Bo peep" and I was to be her little lamb.

"Oh my god you planned this didn't you?" I asked.

She didn't deny it, she only took a swig from her pregame drink, "like I said, we're gonna be hot."

Walking across campus was an ordeal, with every two steps Ash was chanting "A hoe never gets cold." Goosebumps covered my skin. Perhaps a hoe gets a little chilly.

I could tell which house was throwing the party from halfway down the block. It was on the edge of campus, a Victorian style house that needed no decorations to be spooky. Colored lights showed through the windows and music blasted from inside. People were scattered outside smoking and chatting.

Stepping inside the house I immediately felt the rush of body-heat from the crowd. The smell of sweat and weed and perfume filled the room.

As Ash ran off to have sex with her ex and his fraternity brother, I was left to do exactly what I always do when I'm left alone at a party feeling awkward... and that was to drink.

The first drink got me warm, the second tipsy. The third always sent me into a giggle fit. I nursed that one for a bit. I joked around with a girl from my physics lecture. Flirted with a guy I hooked up with freshman year that I could not remember the name of. That was ok since he "swore" he "knew me from somewhere."

Moving through the crowd for another drink I felt a hand's light touch on my back. It creeped its way down and squeezed my ass. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I whipped around to see who had done it but the space behind me was empty. I could've sworn I felt someone behind me... could I have imagined it? Maybe it was just someone squeezing by and I'd been mistaken.

I tried to brush it off and went for my fourth drink. This one tended to get me sleepy, so it was quickly followed by my fifth; the sweet spot. This drink got me well and truly drunk. My lips tingled as I smiled and my body was loosened on its hinges. I flowed with the music and the crowd around me. Each beat was like a building wave that refused to crash.

Ash was right, we would only get so many of these moments in our lives. I was determined to enjoy every second of it.

I don't know how long I had danced for but eventually I was certain that a guy was dancing behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck. Enjoy yourself, I reminded myself. I let the alcohol lead my body to what felt right and I leaned back into him. His hand fell on my hip and moved with me as I grinded my ass against him.

I imagined what I looked like to him from behind. My white puffy shorts having ridden up to show the bottom of my ass cheeks, my little lambs tail looking wholly indecent. I could tell he was enjoying my movements because he gripped harder on my hip, his other hand reached up to cup my tit. I couldn't be embarrassed in this crowd. I was too turned on. He was hard underneath my ass and I was certain that if I didn't turn around now and take him back to my apartment that he was going to fuck me right on this dance floor.

I turned to look over my shoulder and all that heat I was feeling a second ago vanished with a chill down my spine. What is going on? I couldn't have imagined it this time. But once again no one was behind me. Whoever it was vanished in an instant. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears.

I rushed to the bathroom. Was I on drugs? Did someone slip something into the punch? I could still feel the weight of his hands on me. What was going on? I stared at myself in the mirror but all I saw was my confused reflection staring back. And what I couldn't get over was just how turned on I still was. That had to have been real otherwise why was I so wet?

I closed my eyes and splashed warm water onto my face. It left my mascara running a bit. I should just go home. I had my fun and now I was in desperate need of some reality.

However when I went to unlock the door I felt it again. That warm breath on my neck. I shut my eyes and leaned into the feeling.

Hands wandered the plains of my body, needy and hungry. A pair of lips kissed into my neck, a tongue dragging a path up to my ear. A teasing bite on my ear lobe.

A moan is coaxed out of me and I hear his moan in return. A whispered voice scratched at the back of my brain. "Little lamb..."

With those two words my mind snapped back to reality. I opened my eyes and rushed out of the bathroom. I didn't bother to look back, I didn't need more evidence that I was crazy.

I texted Ash to get home safe and left the party. All I had to do was get home and sleep off whatever the fuck was wrong with me. I wrapped my arms around myself and tried to contain my shivers. My breath floated in the air around me as I walked, illuminated by streetlights every few dozen feet.

As I walked further from the party, the night became more hushed. My heeled footsteps echoed off the buildings of campus and I started to grow more anxious, if that were even possible.

I couldn't tell if what I was hearing was an echo of my steps or the footsteps of someone else. Was I being followed? I tried to stay calm and sober up, taking one step at a time. There was no need to panic. It's probably someone who's also walking home from the party.

"What happened little lamb? I thought we were having fun." A voiced called out to me in the night.

His voice.

I didn't dare slow my pace and still he continued. "Oh... poor thing. I think she's lost." I started to walk faster, and he did with me. "Now what you don't want to do is run, cause then I'll have to chase you. And once I catch you... you're mine."

I can't help it. I know it's the stupidest thing I could have done but his threat sent fear straight through me. I broke into a run. All he did was laugh.

I knew he was only a couple dozen feet behind me from the sound of his footsteps. I knew I wouldn't be able to outrun him all the way to my building if I took normal streets but I did know a shortcut.

I turned a corner, into an alley, which on a normal day would be creepy but today it would be my last chance at escaping whoever, whatever, was behind me. All I had to do was turn down this driveway, cross the street and--

The gate was locked.

"Caught you." I could hear the smile in his voice. Slowly I turned my body to face him.

I must have not been able to notice at the party either from the crowd or the alcohol but he was there. Standing tall above me, wide and imposing. His face is handsome, only it was... transparent. All of him is. Like a figure in a double exposed photograph.

"What are you?" I was backed into a corner, my body pressed up against the chainlink of the gate behind me.

"Hmm? You can't take a guess?" He stepped into my space, arms leaning on the gate on either side of me. "The most common cause of a spirit's presence is unfinished business right?"

I nodded slowly. I don't really see what that has to do with me.

He lets out a sigh and looks down, "Well I guess this is mine." I followed his gaze down to what he was looking at. My eyes landed on his tented pants.

"Oh..." I said, though it's more of a gasp than a word.

"Be a good girl and take care of this for me." He's unbuckling his pants and I want to laugh. Is he crazy. But my laugh falls short when he pulls himself free. Despite its transparency, his cock is beautiful, perfect even. The size, the shape, the precum leaking from it.

I feel hypnotized by the sight, my knees find their way to the ground. I reached out, feeling its weight in my hands as my thumb rubbed at the glossy tip. It looked so yummy my mouth was watering. I had to taste it. Just a lick or two at first but then he pressed my lips open with the head and I opened for him. My tongue drew a circle around him.

His hand landed on the back of my head and he kept it there as he thrust deeper into my mouth. Out and in. His cock was down my throat and I looked up to see the expression on his face but that only made him fuck my mouth deeper. Each pump makes a pass of my tongue with saliva dripping down to my tits. This was so dirty. Every other blowjob I'd ever given had been dainty, tentative. I'd always been worried about how I looked or what he was thinking. But this-- I could get addicted to this.

One of my hands was wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping what I couldn't fit in my mouth, the other was down the waistband of my shorts making passes at my clit. As soon as he saw this though my cock privileges were taken from me. He pulled me up to stand and spun me so that I was facing the gate. Then his hand pushed into my back silently demanding that I bend over. My body obeys before my mind has a chance to think about it.

His hands pulled at my shorts. Down they came, my thong with them.

"This ass..." he groaned, biting into my cheeks before pulling away and slapping it. And then he went at me, kissing, licking, devouring my pussy. I have to hold on to the gate to keep myself upright.

"Please--" I didn't even know what I was asking for but lucky for me he did. He stood and turned my body to face him.

"You want this cock in you, don't you." He said it into my mouth and I moaned a yes into his. He lifted my knee and positioned himself at my entrance. "I could've picked anyone to please me tonight but I picked you. You know why?"

I shook my head.

"Because I wanted to see the expression on your cute little face when my cock stretched you out."

He ran is cock into me and I cried out. "That's right little lamb, take my cock." He rocks into me and I see stars. Nothing, not even my dildos, has ever felt this good in me. I hold onto him as he bucks and the friction as he picks up the pace makes me feel drunk again. My pleasure builds with the volume of my breathing.

"Is my good girl going to cum on my cock?" Each word comes with its own thrust.

I think I say yes, although it may have come out as a garbled "mmmfukyessssss."

He gets my meaning because he lets me ride it out, the rhythm leading me to a shaking climax. He's saying a hundred things to me and I only hear snippets of, "good" and "needy" and "whore".

He's panting and I'm still cumming when he picks up the pace even further. "I'm gonna fill you up till you get addicted to me." He says into my hair. "You don't know it yet but once your body gets a taste of it you're gonna be a desperate little cumslut for me."

And then he's cumming inside me and he's right, I didn't know. The feeling of his juices filling me, the light buzz my pussy feels on the down swing of my climax; I'm completely hooked.

But the moment he pulls out of me, I can feel what's happening. His figure is fading away, as if it were never there in the first place.

"Wait!" I call out but it's already too late. He's gone.

A little shell shocked I managed to set myself straight and walk the rest of the way home. When I close the door to my apartment, Ash is in the kitchen making a cup of post threesome coffee.

"Oh my God, what happened to you?" She rushes to me.

I feel tears welling, threatening to spill, and say, "do you believe in ghosts?"