Take the first door on the left. Get comfortable and I’ll meet you after serving these drinks.” Bree walked into the room and there she sat, legs ...rossed, long legs, under a short skirt and ‘sensible blouse’, nervous as a cat. Her long strawberry blonde hair was parted in the middle and fell naturally around her shoulders and breasts. Bree love old movies and was instantly reminded of Katherine Hepburn in her first few roles. The blonde smiled when she asked, “How much do you charge?” Her voice. We slowly moved to a single bed in her drawing-room, and I made her lie down. I smooched her again and moved the saree covering her boobs. My dick became rock hard seeing her milky white boobs in a black bra. I started kissing her boobs over her bra. She smelled amazing.I unhooked her bra and started sucking her left boob while pressing the right one hard with my other hand. I sucked her nipples, moving my tongue around the areola. She was loving it and was pulling my hair with her eyes closed.. She was gone, but the memory of her against my body was still with me.So there's a ghost in my dorm... that's a thing. I felt taken aback in many ways. For starters, ghosts are real, cool. Second, she didn't really seem like the scary ones from any horror movie I've seen, great. Third, I've lost my virginity to someone who's been dead for at least a year... less great.Yeah, it was pretty messed up. Regardless, I woke with a smile on my face. I’m sure most people do post-virginity-losing. Even. I guess I shouldn’t hate her. Though we both kind of worked in the same place for a few months (her, the bookstore, me, the coffee shop), I don’t really know her, and I have to admit, writing what I wrote above, that I really liked fucking Eric, too. I miss him. I miss coming to work flushed, and feeling thoroughly fucked and completely slutty for the porn star sex we had. God yes, those were nice mornings. So I can’t blame her for enjoying fucking him. It just sucks that now she gets the hot.