My Invisible Stalker

I looked at the floor length mirror and scoffed at the reflection. I could barely see myself all together since the top of my head was chopped off by the frame. I had never hated being tall, but every now and then something reminded me that it would be nice to be just a couple inches shorter. I stuck out my belly even more than it already did and shrugged. I wouldn't consider myself unattractive, but if I definitely wasn't what society considered top tier.

Cute - someone whispered from behind me. I snapped my head around to find my bed with a ball of linen in the center and an empty soda bottle sticking out from underneath the frame. This wasn’t the first time I had heard voices, in fact this has been going on since I moved in to this apartment. Mostly in the bathroom, but every now and then I would be doing something like this and then I hear the soft whisper out of thin air.

I shake my head, grab my bag, and leave to get to class. I have to ignore it, nothing ever responds when I ask whatever it is to show itself or to stop and I still wasn’t even sure if this was purely inside my mind. Maybe it’s just the echoes of stress on the synapses of my brain playing tricks on me or something.

I park in the spot that I normally park in, far enough away from campus to be free the majority of time and close enough to be able to walk wherever I needed to. My English professor was adamant about being punctual which I understood. Most educators struggle to teach punctuality, but even now I made sure I didn't ever leave anyone waiting on me. I was a straight ‘A’ student and never missed a day of school and that wasn’t going to stop now.

As I walked along the sidewalk with my hands in my pockets and my music blaring in my ears, I felt a light tap on my ass. It was almost too soft to notice, but I felt it. I turned around just as quickly as I had done in front of the mirror, almost giving myself whiplash to catch this invisible culprit. Even now, there was nobody behind me, just fallen branches and rust colored leaves circling the pavement in their mini cyclone. I took a breath and popped my music back into my ears, continuing the slink down the side of the road until I arrived to the main part of campus.

I pulled out my laptop and made myself comfortable in a seat closest to the door. I did this just in case of emergency, but also I wanted to beat the crowd of people upon dismissal. I loved this creative writing class, everything about it made me feel good about my studies, but most of all was my professor. I’ve had a small crush on Mr. Evers ever since I took my core classes, watching him teach with such charisma and charm that I could have drooled. He was a beautiful man and I may have once or twice jerked off to the thought of him coming in to me.

”Mr. Perkins, I suggest less daydreaming. I haven’t even started the lesson yet.“ I had somehow managed to drift off, staring at God knows what and snapping back to reality with a bewildered look that quickly turned to embarrassment. The rest of my classmates murmured and a couple of them chuckled as we all watched the presentation pop up on the screen. We discussed fiction and the briefcase theory as apart of dramatic action in film and writing as a whole and then focused a little more on where this came from.

“They think the briefcase in the movie contains his soul, something he traded off to become a prominent and successful gangster.” I was watching Mr, Evers' pecs as he lifted his hand up to point the clicker at the screen. The presentation moved onto a clip of the movie, and he dimmed the lights for us to watch. As riveting as the movie was, I stared at my professor. I watched as he smiled at the screen, taken into the world of Pulp Fiction even for this brief moment. It was nice to know that he enjoyed what he taught. As the clip ended, I felt something between my legs. I would normally pop a boner in class every now and then when I found myself daydreaming of him cornering me, but this was something different. It felt as though there was a hand cupping my groin and the pressure increased as I grew harder. I pushed myself up and out of my seat and then fell as the top button on my pants popped open. I returned to my chair, but this disruption was already noticed.

"Please come to my office at some point during office hours today Mr. Perkins." He flipped the switch and continued his presentation, finishing on the dot as the teaching period ended.

Obviously I was pretty nervous about this meeting, I had been in a weird headspace recently especially since I moved into this new apartment, but I made sure to appear outside of his office before his open door period began. He was inside, finishing up his lunch and just as I was about to enter I could see him leaning back in his chair. He liked wearing tight fit polos and colored pants and today it was an ochre colored pant, but something was strange. The bottom of his shirt had risen up as he gripped the arms of his chair and when I moved my head to the left I could see his mouth open and his glasses on the floor. He seemed to be in shock with his eyes wide and starting to fill with tears. His cheeks puffed out and his stomach expanded slightly, but as soon as he closed his mouth and swallowed, his stomach returned to normal. He shook his head, looking around for the pair of glasses he had been wearing and returned them to his face. A smile was plastered from ear to ear as he looked down at himself, his hand lifting up his shirt to reveal a tight set of abdominals. I leaned against the door a little too much and accidently pushed down on the handle so that I fell inward.

"Sorry, Mr. Evers should I come back later?" I said with an embarrassed grin.

"No. Definitely not." He adjusted himself in front of his desk and then pulled a chair around for me to sit in. It was an odd position to be in, but I sat in the chair, our knees almost touching. I was staring at him when I noticed he had a bulge. The snake in his pants pressed firmly against the inside of his leg and he adjusted in his seat, knowing full well I had seen it.

"I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time now and I finally get to do it." He said with a smile. I was confused since he could talk to me any time he wanted to. I've had multiple classes with him throughout the years and we've had many meetings about my progress as a writer.

"What do you - "

"Do you want to touch it?" He interrupted. My eyes had flicked back and forth from his seductive smirk to his throbbing cock and it was almost as if he knew my desires.

"I do, but we shouldn't." I adjusted in my own chair.

"Please. It's been so long since I've been touched and I want it to be you that helps me with this hunk of flesh."

"Sorry?" I really had no idea what was going on.

"I know this might be a little strange, but I've been watching you. I'm also not your professor. I mean, I am, but inside I'm not. Also, sorry for giving you a boner earlier." He was acting so casual and I was still sitting there with a relatively confused look on my face.

"I've had the biggest ghost crush on you since you started coming to school here and I just found out I could possess people so I thought who better than this guy." He posed, lifting his arm up to flex and I caught a glimpse of his happy trail at the hem of his shirt with wide eyes. This was something I've dreamt about and now somehow it was happening.

"Ghost?" I asked.

"Yeah, so I'm the one haunting you. I whisper in your ear every now and then, but I don't do it to try and scare you," He placed his hands on my knees, "I've just been trying to get your attention without you screaming and disappearing. I figured this would be the best way to contact you. A conduit of sorts, but I like how I fit inside of him." He looked down at himself, admiring his physique.

"Hot." I was taken by surprise when I said this and I think he was to. Something about it was making me extremely horny and it wasn't just the fact that my hot professor was basically flaunting himself for me. He even seemed to blush. I reached forward, my fingers lightly touching his bulge, but he pressed his hand against mine and whimpered.

"The sensations are like even better as a dead guy. Fuck." He bit his lip and then I was unbuttoning his pants. His hard cock sprung up and I happily wrapped my mouth around it, my hands reaching up under his shirt to feel his toned body flexing from the pleasure. I would come up for air and continue to pump his cock with my spit acting as lube sliding between my fingers. He stood up, almost buckling over from the pleasure and took off his shirt, to admire his host. It was a body worth admiring. I continued to suck his cock, letting it go far enough in that I started to feel the tip of it against the back of my throat. I pulled myself off of him and looked up at this gorgeous man as he flexed and then he lifted me up onto the desk, ripping my pants off me. My ass was exposed now and he was more than eager to slide himself inside. At first, he bent down and let his tongue explore, licking up and down my hole as I moaned with excitement. His mushroom head pushed against my hole until I felt it give way and I let out a louder-than-normal moan as his whole shaft, slick with saliva, slid inside. He started hammering me on his desk, pencils and papers falling off the sides as I moaned. I had to grip the sides of the desk and he held on tight as he thrust into me, stirring up my insides with his incredible manhood.

"Oh fuck." I whimpered.

"This feels so good. He feels so good." He was gasping between sentences and his hands held onto me. He slid out of me for a moment and spun me around to face him and he brought my legs up to his shoulders. I took off the rest of my clothes as quickly as possible and he just as quickly found his way back inside of me and I pulled on my cock as he pound my ass. His muscles rippled as the feeling of pleasure made him lust for the feeling of climax and as we grabbed each other, I felt myself staring at him again, looking at this beautiful man as I pumped myself and then I felt myself slip over the edge, moaning loudly as I spurt onto my stomach and chest. He continued to thrust inside of me and I continued to use my hole to play with his cock, tightening it to make him shiver until suddenly he was coming. He quickly took it out and added his own cum to the pools on my chest, his whole body tense and sweaty from this delicious fuck.

"I feel so good." He lifted his hands up above his head again and popped his biceps before folding his fingers together at the back of his head. He looked so good and I never thought I was going to see my professor like this, but here he was. Plus, my wildest dreams were coming true.

"How long are you going to stay here? Maybe you can stay in him for a little while longer?" I asked, cleaning myself off and returning the clothes to my body. He sat down in his chair, remaining nude while he talked to me.

'"I should probably let him come back, but I'll be here, you'll know when I'm around." He smiled. I nodded and he watching me leave with with bottom lip between his teeth. I adjusted myself outside of his office and looked down the hallway both ways before realizing I hadn't even had his meeting with him. I turned around and found myself looking through the window again, watching my ghostly friend leave my professor's body. He was bent over with his mouth open and convulsing as his fingers were tight around his legs. He was still nude and once he came to he scrambled to put his clothes back on.

"Mr. Evers?" I knocked on the door as I walked in, having given him enough time to get at least a little bit more comfortable than he was before and he welcome me in with a bead of sweat running down the side of his face.

"Hello! I'm sorry about the mess, I don't know what happened here." He had picked up some of the papers that were on the ground, but there were still quite a few pens and desk toys littering the floor.

"What is it wanted to talk to me about?" I asked, sitting in the chair I normally sat in for these types of meetings. He stared at me for a moment and then readjusted himself in his chair. I noticed a slight bulge as he looked at me and he coughed before speaking, trying not to make eye contact.

"I just wanted to see how your piece is going, you were a little distracted today," He reached down and pulled at his pants, "I just want to make sure your okay."

"I'm doing just fine Mr. Evers." When I said his name he looked up at me with a sparkle in his eye. One of residual lust left over from the temporary inhabitant. "I'm doing better than ever." I gave him a wink and he sat there in awe as I walked out of his office.