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Disclaimer: Ghost Whisperer belongs to ABC Studios and Sander/Moses
Productions. This story is not-for-profit but I own it.

Date: 11/14/2008

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo sex,
interacial sex, male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Melinda/Jim

Feedback: Yes, I need feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: Even though Delia invites poor Melinda over to her place for
Christmas, Melinda decides to spend it alone at her own house, only to have
her suddenly encounter the ghost of her deceased husband Jim.

Other Notes: This AU story is an answer to PEJA's Ten Christmas Prompts
Challenge and based on a Jennifer Love Hewitt fake by an artist known as
Devilboy.

Dedication: Merry Christmas to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2008
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Ghost Whisperer: Christmas Without Jim
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

My name is Melinda Gordon. I happen to live in a small Ohio town known as
Grandview and had gotten myself married to a handsome male stud of a
paramedic whose name happens to be Jim Clancy. I also happen to have the
ability to see and communicate with the dead and allow myself no choice but
to either relay their messages to loved ones or complete some task in order
to put that spirit to rest and have him or her cross over into the light
instead of allowing himself or herself to stay Earthbound.

But of course, having the ability to see and hear Earthbound spirits does not
pay well. So, I had allowed myself to open up a small antique shop in
Grandview which I had been able to manage with the help of a really good
friend whose name was Andrea Marino, only to have a sudden passenger jet
crash cause her to die unexpectedly and I had asked a kind and gentle female
real estate agent named Delia Banks -- who had moved herself into town with
her son Ned -- to take Andrea's place as my new partner in order to make sure
that she does have a steady income and Ned does no more shoplifting from the
shop.

As for my ability to communicate with Earthbound spirits, I was also able to
gain some help in that department from a professor at Rockland University
whose name happens to be Rick Payne, only to have him go examine a new
important find somewhere in the Himalayas before both Jim and I had
encountered a newfound resident of Grandview known as Eli James, who has the
ability to hear ghosts but not see them.

And even though our newfound relationship has gotten itself off to a rocky
start, both Jim and I had found ourselves becoming really good friends to Eli
and he -- in turn -- had allowed himself to change into a truly wonderful
friend to us. And to tell you the truth, I really am glad that it had
happened because I really do need all of the friends that I could get.

You see, both Jim and I had gone to a mountain retreat in order to attend the
wedding of an old friend of ours, only to have me discover that her little
daughter begin seeing and talking to a young ghost boy who happens to had
been an old friend of the bride and also wanted her to follow the clues and
discover that her fiancee was nothing more than just a lying crook.

And as soon as she had found that out and broken off her engagement with her
would-had-been future-husband, that young ghost boy had appeared and told me
that her former fiancee was at the lodge and about to perform some possible
deed of sinister revenge. And when I had told Jim about my latest encounter
with the ghost boy, he had volunteered himself to go to the lodge and
encounter our friend's former fiancee with hopes of talking him out of it
while I place a call to the police.

But as soon as the police had arrived at the lodge, the bride's former
fiancee had shot my beloved Jim in the shoulder and would had fired several
more shots into his body to really kill him if it were not the police
officers shooting their bullets into the lodge and sending that murderous
son-of-a-bitch straight down to the tenth level of hell where he belongs.

But even though we were able to get Jim to the hospital and the doctors who
were treating my beloved husband had told me that he might be able to pull
through and be okay, I had placed myself inside his room and waited for him
to wake up but that had only resulted in having his ghost appear behind me
and ask me not to call for any help because he was going to die anyway and
that it was not so bad.

And in spite of the best efforts that the doctors had performed, my poor
beloved Jim had died right there in the hospital and I was so depressed that
I had no way of knowing whether he had allowed himself to cross over into the
light or not but I was soon going to find out on the month of a certain
holiday known as Christmas.

You see, it had indeed began on a cold and snowy December afternoon at the
very antique shop that I happen to share management duties with Delia and we
were both in the process of decorating with strands of Christmas lights and
boxes of mock presents with ribbons tied in a bow and placed under a
Christmas tree.

But while Delia was in the process of hanging the one piece of mistletoe from
the ceiling, I had taken an ornament out of the box of holiday babbles, gazed
my eyes at the picture of a loving couple riding romantically in a sleigh
that was being pulled by a reindeer and allowed a single tear to run down my
cheek.

That was before a concerned Delia had placed her gentle hand on my shoulder
and asked, "Say, Melinda! Are you going to be okay! Look. I really do know
that this is going to be your first Christmas without Jim and if you really
want to, I really would like to invite you to spend Christmas with me and
Ned. It really would be fun to watch Ned unwrap the gifts that I had already
wrapped up for him and help us make a snowman in the front yard."

"Thanks, Delia. But no thanks. I'll be fine. I just need some time alone.
Both you and Ned just go ahead and enjoy your Christmas together, okay!" that
was the question that I had asked Delia after I had wiped the tears from my
eyes and gently placed my hand on top of hers and before she had looked at me
with a small smile on her face and nodded her head in response to my
question.

Just then, as soon as I had finally gotten myself home and checked my
answering machine for messages, I had opened the closet door and taken a box
of candles out of the closet. And after I had carried that box up the stairs
and into the bedroom, I had placed that box down on the bed, gone into the
bathroom and began filling the bathtub with warm water.

And after I had done that, I had taken three aroma-scented candles out of the
box, placed one on top of the toilet and the other two on the rim of the sink
and lit them before I had looked at the bed that I had once slept in with my
beloved husband, allowed a single tear to run down my cheek and softly said
to myself, "Merry Christmas, Jim. I really do miss so much."

Then, after I had stripped off all of my clothes, sat myself down in the
bathtub, closed my eyes and began soaking all of my troubles away, I had
suddenly heard the sound of someone banging around downstairs and that had
caused me to open my eyes, turn my head towards the opened bathroom door and
say, "Hello! Is there anyone out there! Look, whatever it is that you want me
to do, forget it! I just need to be alone right now, okay!"

But as soon as I had closed my eyes and gone back to soaking in the tub, I
had suddenly heard the sound of footsteps walking themselves up the stairs
and that had caused me to roll my eyes, let out a sigh and thought to myself,
*I really do not believe this shit! Okay, Mister Ghost! Let's see what you
want me to do!" before I had gotten myself out of the tub, dried myself off,
put on my robe and stepped out of the bathroom to find that not a single soul
was roaming around in the hallway.

But that was before I had allowed myself to take a peek inside the bedroom
and discovered that a male phantom with a great-looking nude body was
standing in front of the bed like he was waiting for me to come right on in
which was exactly what I had done in order to find out who he was and what he
had died of.

But then, as soon as I had turned on the light in order to get a really good
look at the ghost, my very own eyes had grown themselves to the size of
saucers at the sight of my own deceased husband Jim Clancy standing bare-ass
naked and stroking his stiff cock right in front of me. And even though I had
thought of asking Jim about why he had decided to come back to me, I had --
instead -- found myself opening my robe and began pumping two of my fingers
in and out of my hot, wet pussy and caressing my own tits with the other
hand.

And after I had slipped off my robe and Jim had moved himself closer and
began licking all over my nude body--all the way down to my hot and steamy
cunt and caressing my firm breasts, I had placed my hands on Jim's bare
shoulders and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Jim! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!" before the both of us had
laid ourselves down on the bed and Jim had turned himself around and allowed
me to start sucking on his stone hard dick.

Then, after I had suddenly realized that I was able to enjoy each and every
minute of experiencing the one thing that I had never been able to experience
with a ghost before and that happens to be pure and untamed sexual pleasure,
Jim had placed his stiff cock inside my asshole, began blowing his hot breath
on the nape of my neck and used each of his hands to caress both my stiff
mounds and hot, moist snatch before I had placed one of my hands on Jim's
bare shoulder and the other hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top of my
lungs, "AAAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, JIM! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT
OUT OF ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the both of us had began moving ourselves harder and faster
and continued doing that until we had both finally came, collapsed due to
exhaustion and fallen asleep with our naked arms in a lover's embrace, Jim
had suddenly woken himself up, placed his gentle hand on my cheek and said,
"Merry Christmas, Melinda. And I will also miss you with all of my heart. "

And believe it or not, that had caused me to quickly wake up, look around and
discover that I was all alone in that bedroom. But that was before I had
placed I had gently placed my hand on my cheek and allowed a small smile to
appear on my face and it was due to the fact that I had finally realized why
Jim had allowed himself to return to me.

And after I had closed my eyes, placed my hands on my bare chest and said in
a soft voice, "Thank you, Jim. And Merry Christmas to you, too," I had gotten
myself off the bed, walked myself over to the phone, dialed Delia's home
phone number and said, "Hey, Delia. It's Melinda. That offer to spend
Christmas with you and Ned. Is it still open! Because if it is, the answer is
'yes'."

THE END!

    

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