George came into the kitchen a bit bleary eyed "Morning Frankie. Wha…what are you doing here?"
"Just visiting." Smiled Frankie, sitting at the table drinking coffee.
"Ah, Mitchell's not up yet!" said George, trying to make normal conversation starring at her drinking.
"Oh he is – just not got out of bed yet!" she giggled.
"Oh, Whoa," answered George, suddenly clicking to what she said. "You can do that?"
"With practice and boy have we practiced," grinned Frankie.
"I don't wish to know that," amused George, then smiled to himself. "Oh that's why he's had that grin."
"Morning George." Mitchell bounced into the room, walking over & hugging Frankie, "Morning Lover," he whispered then kissed her deeply.
"Get a room!" said a female voice, Nina walked in grinning. "Wondered what the noise was last night – hang on how can you….you're a ghost!"
"Practice apparently," said George throwing a dish-cloth at Mitchell which landed on the back of his neck with a wet slap.
"Right you're for it!" yelled Mitchell chasing George out of the kitchen & rugby tackling him onto the sofa.
"You're like a couple of kids," said Nina laughing.
"What's going on!" Annie's voice cut the laughter.
"Just playing," beamed Mitchell, letting George go, who landed on the floor.
"OW!" yelled George.
"I'm sure Nina can rub it better," chortled Frankie.
"Stop it!" laughed Nina, hitting Frankie on the arm.
"Better make sure you're hurt in the right place." Smirked Mitchell.
George & Nina blushed, Mitchell winked at Frankie.
"Oh God," said Annie, "I'm making tea." And stomped off to the kitchen.
"What's got up her?" said Frankie.
"No-one" said Mitchell, "We sort of tried to get it together once – but we're friends; it was weird. Not like us; that's special and amazing" kissing her again.
Frankie went into the kitchen, Annie was making tea.
"Sorry," she said. Annie looked up. "I'm visiting Annie. I just want to be with Mitchell for a while – don't hate me!"
"I don't hate you, I could never….with Mitchell. I wanted to but we're friends you know – weird!"
Annie sidled over and whispered "How do you…..you know?"
Frankie whispered some think in Annie's ear just as Mitchell walked back into the kitchen, both looked up at him.
"What?"
Both went into fits of giggles; Mitchell blushed, "What?"
"Later babe," smiled Frankie, winking at Annie who concentrated real hard on making tea.
Mitchell, George & Nina went off to work, leaving Annie & Frankie sorting out the house.
"Want a cuppa?" said Frankie, "Can you drink now?"
"No…but I taste sometimes if I concentrate hard and other things sometimes too but I have to have some sort of contact."
"Ah ha!" said Frankie, "Me thinks I feel a plan about to happen. Let's talk!"
Meanwhile, at the hospital canteen George was interrogating Mitchell.
"I mean how? Can you….you know, inside – can you feel? When she cums….when you do?"
Mitchell was grinning at him, "George you're digging a pit."
"Just curious!"
"It's the most amazing feeling ever. We can do whatever we like; I can really – what was it you said; oh yes 'smack the grannie out of it'. I can turn & I can't kill her. It's a freedom I've never had with anyone else."
"Must look really odd." Said George.
"It's not like we do public performances, George!" raising his eyebrows, "Back to work – closer to home time."
George walked out with him: "How long is Frankie here for?"
"Don't know – I think they've allowed her time because of, you know, what happened. We're making the most of it – she's getting more real every day. She looks like when I first met her; although she says she feels younger and she loves me."
"Do you love her?"
"Yes – really think I do!" and wandered dreamily away.
When they got back that night, Annie was acting real odd. She couldn't take her eyes off Mitchell or Frankie and kept grinning at them.
"Are you okay?" Mitchell asked.
"Yes fine…..aren't you tired yet?"
"Ah no! Going to watch TV for a bit; if that's okay with you."
Mitchell sat down on the sofa next to Frankie putting his arm around her shoulder & pulling her in for a kiss. He looked up to see Annie staring at them with a very unusual look on her face.
"Is she alright?" whispered Mitchell.
"Annie's fine. What did you get up to today?"
"The usual: mop and bucket, etc. George was really weird; kept asking questions about how did we do it. And if I feel anything."
"Well how many people do you know who have sex with a ghost?" said Frankie.
"That's true. But you don't ask your best mate about you know…."
"Really! I thought that was the lad's night out favourite topic of conversation – that or the footie."
"Well not with me. It's special, intimate, our time not for anyone else." And he nuzzled her neck.
"You're special in all ways. Especially…." She whispered something that made him blush & then gave the biggest of grins.
He looked over & Annie was smiling – but it was a creepy smile & she winked!
"What is? Let's go upstairs Frankie," grabbing her hand. "Is Annie alright? She seems very odd tonight…."
"She's in a funny mood that's all. Probably my fault we've been talking about all sorts of things."
They went into Mitchell's bedroom, Frankie walked over to the bed but he turned & opened the door again and looked back up the corridor.
"Are YOU alright?" mused Frankie.
"Don't know….."
"Come on babe," she said coming over and putting her arms around his waist. "I'm so lucky to have found you. I don't know how long I'm here for and I don't want to waste a second."
He twisted so he was facing her. "Sounds good to me!"
Reaching to her waist swiftly pulled her t-shirt over her head exposing her bra. Then he pulled his own t-shirt off and threw it on the floor; manovering her onto the bed.
"I've been waiting all day for this." He growled undoing her jeans and pulling them down, she kicked them off. Frankie had his belt undone and before she could go any further Mitchell got his own jeans off too.
They kissed hard & deep & with sure passion as if nothing else mattered in the world. Mitchell's hand found the clasp to her bra, suddenly he was kneading her breast, pinching her nipple – but she'd already risen to the occasion. His lips closed over the tip, his tongue exploring it. Frankie moaned.
"You're playing my song" he murmured, looking at the other nipple. "Better not let you be lonely."
Frankie's nails were making patterns on Mitchell's back; he's eyes turned black and she could feel him hardening. A ripping sound & her knickers were off, Mitchell shimmed out of his, kicking them off the bed.
There was a muffled squeal from the end of the bed.
"Eh" said Mitchell; but Frankie gently pulled him back to face her, kissing him with such intensity.
"Oh God, Frankie. I need to be in you." His fingers exploring her thighs & finding her more than ready for him. He parted her with his fingers & eased the tip of his cock in. Slowly thrusting in further and harder with each rise.
Frankie gasped….there was another gasp but it didn't come from Mitchell. He was almost holding his breath to hold onto the moment as long as he could, then he shuddered releasing his energy.
"Wow!" panted Mitchell rolling onto his back, "That was intensive"
"Mmmmm"
"Was that you?" he laughed.
"Mmmmm," mimicked Frankie. "You're amazing! My turn now."
"Oh goody. I'm putty in your hands."
"Not for long…..honey!", her hands finding his cock and squeezing gently. "Close your eyes & think of Heaven."
Annie's head slowly emerged from floor at the end of the bed, she had been touching Frankie's foot the whole time. She'd felt similar emotions & reactions.
"You're not…" she whispered, watching Frankie's head lower to his groin…"later, bye." Vanishing red-faced.
"Is there an echo in here?" Mitchell opened his eyes; then "Jesus – wow! Oh God, Frankie!"
"Enjoy that?" she mused, straddling him.
Mitchell groaned with pleasure, "What again…..you're insatiable!"
Lots of laughter & bed squeaks happened the rest of the night.
Annie sat outside the door listening & going crimson…..then giggling "Oh Frankie you naughty, naughty girl! Thank you!" she whispered.
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