Spiritual Interactions, Part 2

by Jaro

It's a weird thing, being dead. That's what happened to me 3 years ago. It's now November 2009, and by pure chance I met someone. A 19 year old woman. A woman I've come to know as Samantha. One month ago, in a old train yard, I met her by pure chance, and she became my medium. With me as her spiritual assistant, she quickly gained a job working in crime investigation, particularly homicide cases. She has become rather famous, but nobody knows her secret, that I am bound to her and helping her from my own unique perspective. I am her spiritual guide and she is my medium.

What is a medium? In the broadest sense of the word, a medium is a person who bridges the gap between the spiritual and the physical. A medium has special abilities to interact with the spiritual, like me. Most of them are nothing but frauds, trying to make money off others misfortunes, but every once in a while, someone gets the gift, but I think it's more of a curse then a gift.

I don't remember much of my life, except the way I lost it, but this woman has become something of a mother figure to me, except much different. I don't know how to explain the feelings I have for her, but they are unique in every way. Perhaps this is love. At the same time though, I am completely detached. I know I can never really act on my feelings in my current condition.

I am disturbed from my thoughts when the door opens, and my medium, followed by a red haired adult female, walks in. The woman is very much alive, and can not see me in the slightest. My medium is dressed in her usual work clothes, while this woman is dressed in a more business suit type attire. My medium ignores me completely for the moment as she leaves this red haired woman to go to her room. The woman stays behind to look around the living room. Who is this woman? My question is answered a few minutes later when my medium comes out wearing much more revealing casual clothes, and over the next few minutes, I can do little but watch as my medium prepares a meal, and it quickly dawns on me. These two are on a date. A very odd thing considering both of them are women, something I have little experience in. Over the next hour or so they seem to enjoy a meal together, make conversation, and laugh.

Once the meal is over, they sneak away together to my medium's bedroom, like juveniles. They leave the door open and I watch as they undress and begin to kiss and touch each other. A odd feeling runs over me, a feeling I felt only once before. My medium and this woman proceed to lie on each other, crotch to face, crotch to face, and begin to lick each other and suck on each other too. They moan and writhe, and all I can do is watch. Something tells me to leave these two to their privacy, but I am compelled to watch, curious.

A few hours later, my medium comes out to the living room I am now in. The woman never left so I assume she's sleeping in my medium's bedroom.

"You look like you have something on your mind."

I look up at her. My medium continues to impress me by the day.

"Sort of, yes. I'm just remembering what you and that woman did together."

She mulls over it for a few seconds.

"I keep forgetting you were very young when you passed away. You were probably never taught anything about your body, or sex."

All I can do is just look at her. I admit that I never got into those sort of lessons.

My medium soon responds. "That woman is my date for the night. I guess we got a little frisky"

A little frisky?

I just stare at her. I don't know why I feel so mad. She seems to notice though.

"Are you.. jealous?"

"Jealous? Of what? I'm just a spirit."

Right away she leans forward and kisses me deeply on the lips. It makes me feel so warm, alive. After the intense kiss she pulls away.

"Just because you're not alive anymore doesn't mean you don't deserve love."

Hearing her say those words makes me embarrassed a bit. I don't know why.

Then she asks me a question. "Why did you bind yourself to me?"

I had to think about it for a few seconds. "I don't know. Because you can see me?"

"That's all? I think there's more to it then that. I think you're in love with me."

"You're a girl."

"So? Two girls can still love each other."

Over the next few hours we have a really long discussion about the nature of sexual relationships and anatomy. The birds and the bees lesbian edition, if you will. She taught me how two girls can have a sexual relationship, and even stripped down to show me her own genitalia. By the end I knew almost all the basics about sex. Without warning I got close to my medium and began sucking on her clit.

She shivered under me. "That feels so cold. But so good!"

She grabbed my head and pushed me even closer. Our link between our guide and medium relationship has grown strong in the past few weeks. I swear I could almost smell her. If that's what women smelled like, I think I am a lesbian. I continued to suck on her adult clit quite hard. She moaned quite hard under my sucking. I do wonder what it felt like to her. She must be enjoying it though because her eyes close as her clit stiffens under my sucking. Her hands run through my hair a bit as I lick and suck on her clit, her adult pussy convulsing hard under the attention. It doesn't take very long for her to gasp hard and her hips to begin bucking hard. It's a strange thing to watch a woman orgasm.

Once she calmed down a bit she looked at me in the eyes, a look I've seen in the past, and her fingers go under my skirt and find their target: my pussy, and she slides two fingers deep into my young vaginal passage, and she returns the clit sucking favor by leaning forward and sucking on my own. Electricity shoots through me once again at the sexual stimulation, and I can't help but gasp and writhe. I could hear the slight squishing sound of my pussy as she fingers it hard. It doesn't take very long at all before I can't take anymore and I begin to thrash and cry out in pleasure.

Just as quickly as it came, it was over. My medium was unusually silent, and it took me a few seconds to notice my medium was not paying any attention to me, she was paying attention to the nearby hallway, where a red haired woman was watching, completely confused.

The red haired woman asks in confusion "What are you doing? Practicing sex?"

It was obvious she still could not see me.

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End of part 2. Suggestions, ideas, or comments?