Page 66 of Frat Ghost Wingman

I was curious what the fight was about, but before I could say anything, Zach asked, “Are the other guys’ ghosts hanging around here too?”

“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen any others.”

“So…are you just gonna hang with us all the time? Watch us have sex?”

“Not sure and maybe sometimes.”

I wasn’t surprised considering what he had done to me.

“Besides jacking you off in the tub the other day, has Jake ever touched you, Zach?”

“Uh, a couple times, at least. Remember that time you caught me in the tower? I covered myself with the pillow.”

“Yeah.” I definitely remembered.

“That was Jake jacking me off. How about you?”

“He finger-fucked me til I came,” I answered.

“Jesus Christ.” I felt Zach sit up beside me. “Didn’t you feel violated?”

“A little at first, but it felt too good to care.”

We settled back together in silence. Zach’s fingers intermittently caressed me in different places, almost absent-mindedly. My butt, my hip, my back – then a finger or two would go for my balls or shaft. That’s when I would groan and grind backwards into his dick. He was hard as a rock now and I could feel it nestled against me.

I wanted to ask Jake more questions, but I was starting to nod off. The combination of Zach’s warmth behind me and my post-orgasm haze – even with my hard-on – were pushing me to sleep. “Good night, Zach.”

“Good night, Teo.”

I turned my head, asking for a kiss, and Zach obliged.

The blaring of Zach’s alarm woke me up.

“It’s too early,” I mumbled. At some point during the night, I had flipped and nuzzled into his chest. Our legs were tangled together.

“I never miss a class, Teo.” Zach started extricating himself from my limbs, then slipped out from under the covers, leaving me in my warm cocoon. “Plus, it’s almost time for finals.”

“I know. I should get up and go to the gym before–you need me to take care of that for you?” I crawled to the edge of the bed, but Zach scurried to his corner of the room.

“I’m starving, Teo. No time for a BJ,” he said, pulling on briefs.

“What about my breakfast juice?”

Zach gave me a confused look, so I explained. “Breakfast juice. Blowjob. BJ. It was code.”

“You’re such a dork sometimes.”

“I’m a dork?!” I was out of bed now, creeping across the room.

“Don’t you dare! I don’t want to be late.”

I dashed the last few feet and grabbed him in my arms–“I just want some affection”–then smothered him with kisses. He finally relented and kissed me back, so I let him go.

“I’ll let you finish getting dressed.” I turned towards my dresser and picked out a sparkly thong. If he didn’t want to mess around, then I’d tease the fuck out of him.

“Looks like a nice day out at least,” Zach said. “Whoa!”

“You like?” I turned, so my ass was facing him, then bent over to pull my socks on.