Chapter 1: The First Taste of Invisibility
Jimmy was a shy unnoticed 22 years old guy, once he was invited to a party of cool kids but it was all a prank. A cool girl Alyssa invited him to make out in the closet but when they got there she stole his clothes and ran off, Jimmy had to get out of the closet with hard cock and naked and everyone laughed. Jimmy ran away from the mansion and got git by a car and died. But he didnt fully die, his ghost lingered in the living world, he saw the party was still going but he was a ghost. Nobody even cared to call the ambulance. He found out he was invisible and could fly through walls, he flew back to Alyssa’s closet. She was making out with some dude.
Jimmy watched, unseen, as Alyssa tangled her fingers in the guy's hair, her laughter muffled against his mouth. Outside, the pulsing music drowned out the fading sirens, the party oblivious to the cooling body sprawled on the asphalt just beyond the manicured hedges.
The man's hand squeezed Alyssa's large, soft ass possessively through her tight dress as they broke their sloppy kiss, both breathing heavily. "Fuck, that was wild," the guy chuckled, his voice thick with cheap beer and entitlement. "Did you see that dweeb Jimmy's face when you locked him in? Classic!"
Alyssa threw her head back, laughing sharply. "Right? And then getting pancaked by that car trying to run home crying? Hilarious! Serves the pathetic little creep right for thinking he could actually get with me." Her hand slid down the guy's chest towards the bulge in his jeans.
Jimmy, hovering unseen a foot away, felt a white-hot rage like molten metal flood his insubstantial form.
The phantom erection that had killed him now jutted obscenely from his ghostly form, a rigid, aching reminder of his final humiliating moment. A guttural snarl ripped from Jimmy’s spectral throat as he lunged, unseen, towards Alyssa, his rage-fueled desire overriding any flicker of conscience. He focused every shred of his newfound will, every ounce of burning fury, into making his intangible hand connect, to grope and squeeze the soft curve of her ass as she arched against the guy. His fingers, shimmering faintly like heat haze, passed straight through the fabric of her dress, the warm flesh beneath, meeting only cold, empty air like plunging into icy water. The shock of utter failure hit him harder than the car, leaving him hovering, impotent and trembling, his hard cock a mocking ghost-light, his spectral face a frozen scream of thwarted fury.
The shock of utter failure hit him harder than the car, leaving him hovering, impotent and trembling, his hard cock a mocking ghost-light, his spectral face a frozen scream of thwarted fury.
He watched, trapped in the suffocating closet air thick with dust and the sharp tang of Alyssa’s perfume, as the guy – Brad, someone called him – shoved her roughly against the hanging coats. Her laughter died in a gasp as he yanked the thin strap of her dress down her shoulder, baring a pale breast, his mouth latching onto her nipple with a wet, sucking sound that filled Jimmy’s unseen ears. "Not here," Alyssa protested weakly, her voice muffled against Brad's shoulder, but he ignored her, his fingers fumbling urgently at the zipper of his jeans. "Shut up and take it," Brad grunted, the denim shoved down his thick thighs just enough, the thick, ruddy head of his cock pressing insistently against the flimsy fabric of her panties before he tore them aside. Jimmy saw the raw flash of pink flesh, the brutal thrust as Brad buried himself inside her with a single, jarring shove that slammed Alyssa’s head back against the wall, her eyes wide with shock and involuntary pain, her mouth forming a silent 'O' as the guy began pounding into her with hard, rhythmic grunts, the slap of flesh echoing in the tiny space where Jimmy had died.