I was bewildered at the sound of his voice..



"Jim?" I said, walking out of my room and into the hallway.

"Is that you" I continued, hoping for some sort of response, I needed to hear it again. So I didn't feel crazy, although I don't know how that would prove anything..



It was silent. I walked down the staris and turned the corner into my living room and there he was..



Jim had died about 4 years ago. In a plane crash... I begged him not to go see his parents that year, not because I didn't want him to see them, but because I had a bad feeling, and im always right about those types of things...

I was watching the news when it came on the screen.. A live report of the whole scene. Along with the report that all passengers were dead.



It was devastating and still is to this day.



But there he was. Sitting there. Watching the game like he always did on Saturday nights.

"Baby..?" I approached slowly. I didn't know wether to be relieved.. Or scared. It was a little of both.



"Yeah babe?" he look up at me, sipped his beer, and then refocused on the tv screen.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Watchin the game..." he looked at me as if I were sick, as if I were crazy.



I didn't bother to ask. What was the point. I just layed right next to him and cuddled to his side. I hated the game, but I watched it, and it made me smile, he had always wanted me to watch the game with him..

I wish I would've more often.



After it was over he turned off the tv, and he kissed me.

I kissed him back, and savored every detail of it, it had been a while..



I started caressing his growning bulge in his pants, and I slid off my nighty to expose my small firm breast, which he fondled with..



I hadn't felt a mans touch sense his death...

I grinded against him. His prick became even more stiff in his pants. I unzipped them and ran my hand up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes... he then started finger fucking me like crazy, I wanted to close my eyes, but I didn't wanna miss a minute of him.. You really learn to appreciate things when you don't have them. Jim was my highschool sweetheart. Im now 30, and I feel like I've aged 100 years sense I was 26, but jim, he hadn't aged at all...



I kissed his neck. And gave him hickies.

And he gave me some..... or many.



He finally slid off his pants and entered me slowly. He was still laying down and I rode him nice and slow, and watched his expression melt into the feeling of sensation.

He moaned. And I moaned. He started to bounce me, and I fell back on top of his dick over and over, it was amazing. I began working up a sweat, but he showed no such sign..

I got on all fours and he came up behind me pumping me like a dog, I moaned, and panted, it was tireing but it felt incredible. I let him have control of me, he got on top and slowing pumped in and out of my pussy.. It was so tight, because it had been so long, and once again it was loosening back up for another night with Jim...

I began to scream in orgasm and so he began to pump even faster. Until he shot his load deep inside of me. He remained inside of me as he softened. I was so tired.... I woke up with him gone, but my hickies remained.

Still, I was no looser then when wed began though I was soar still...



Jim was the first person I ever had sex with, and he visits me on a regular bases now. So he'll be the last.. A few months after his return I found out I was preagnent, and I couldn't be happier with my new baby girl.. He loves her too.. And is amazed with her beauty. I have never once mentioned his death.. Or the fact that he still should be dead. All I know is he's with me, and my life is complete.