Tenderly, Linda used her forefinger and middle finger to spread Grace’s pussy lips apart, revealing to her the tempting pink tastiness she continued to enjoy with each day.

There had been a lot of days.

A lot of them.

More than two months, in fact.

“I thought that when searching for ghosts, we would be ... you know. Searching for ghosts. This feels an awful lot like just sitting around.”

“And we are both being very well paid for it,” Grace reminded her. Linda nodded. “I mean, if you are bored, we could kill someone and try to help their ghost, but seeing that we are still mortal beings, there would be all of the clues and stuff that we had just killed a person.”

Linda hardly ever became bored of that droll sense of humor Grace possessed.

“I mean, even if it is a child molester? Nobody will miss one of those!”

Grace smirked. “Do you want to fuck a child molester?”

Linda blew the bangs from her eyes. “No. Good point.”

So, Grace and Linda spent a lot of time practicing on each other, a task both enjoyed immensely.

Shifting a little bit, Linda found herself a bit uncomfortable, moving her other hand to Grace’s vagina and used fingers from both hands to spread the woman’s lips apart.

Linda nodded to herself in satisfaction. Grace truly had a beautiful pussy, she thought to herself. Another part of herself marveled that, at one time she never much considered looking at another woman’s pussy, let alone eat one. Imagine her surprise one night when her neighbor, Angel, and her made love. Imagine her deeper surprise when she found Angel was a ghost, and that the act of making love had sent Angel into the next realm, whatever the fuck that was.

And so had come Grace, the stuffy looking British lady who taught her all things ghost hunting and how to help those ghosts enter the next realm, whatever the fuck that was.

Those teaching had been fun. Linda learned quite a bit about a society she had no idea existed. She learned a lot about a part of history she was never aware existed.

And she learned that, to send a ghost into the next realm (whatever the fuck that was) she had to make that ghost orgasm at the very same time she achieved orgasm.

It seemed like a tough task, but she was willing to learn.

Without a plethora of ghosts to learn from, Grace became her teacher and her subject.

That was a WHOLE lot of fun.

Linda breathed in Grace’s wonderful scent. Not only did the woman have a beautiful pussy, but her pussy also smelled wonderful.

And tasted wonderful.

With a ping of delight, she stuck her tongue out, giving the folds soft licks, which made Grace give out soft, loving moans.

Then she used her fingers to spread Grace’s lips as far apart as they could go, exposing all her inner goodness to her probing tongue, which she used to lap up and down those newly exposed, pink walls.

Grace shuddered with each lick in response, little moans and groans escaping from her lips.

This was not a bad way to while away the day, at all!

“At one point, there might be three or four people at once who need your help,” Grace told her at one point. “And, another time you might go for weeks, or even months, without helping someone.”

“What if I forget...”

“You will forget nothing. A lot of this will be second nature.”

Linda sighed. “I hope so.”

“Do not forget, your first two times, I will accompany you. However, it can only be those two times, unless we are presented with special circumstances.”

Linda nodded. “You won’t be ... will you be jealous?”

Grace cocked her head. “I love you a whole lot. However, I assure you that jealousy will not play a part in our relationship, however it might end once you are a full-fledged Guide. It will be your duty to help those people cross into the next step, and years of experience has taught me to accept that, no matter how I feel about the person.” She cleared her throat after that.

Linda raised her eyebrows. “So ... someone who was close to you is a Guide?”

Grace grimaced a little bit and nodded.

“Still close to you?”

Grace nodded.

“An ex-husband? Ex-wife? Sister? Best friend?” Grace shook her head at each question.

Grace sighed. “It was my daughter from many years ago. Obviously, she learned from another manager. But, seeing her take such a position ... I am enormously proud of her, but knowing what she must do is sometimes very strange to me.”

“You never told me you had a daughter,” Linda said with a smile. “I would love to meet her sometime.”

Grace smiled. “And I would love for you to meet her. She would love to meet you, as well.”

Linda sighed. “So, if I am fucking some random guy, you won’t get mad.”

“I will not.”

Linda sighed again. “I’m just not sure if I can handle it.”

“Once the time comes, I am sure you will be able to quite fine,” Grace said, patting her on the knee. “We could always go to the bar and pick someone up and fuck them, if that would make you feel better,” she said cheerily. Linda giggled. “Or hire a prostitute. Some of the expensive ones are incredibly good looking.”

Linda laughed. “Maybe I can just wait,” she said.

Linda stiffened her tongue, pushing them further between those sweet walls.

When Linda and Grace had first made love, Grace had given her one more gift.

When Grace had cum and Linda hungrily devoured her juices, those juices began to work on Linda’s body quietly and faithfully, making it stronger, more energetic, more stamina. It had also given her tongue and fingers extra flexibility, with that the ability to creep further into those deep, dark, exotic places she needed them to creep into to further the pleasure of her partner.

“They don’t look like they can go all that farther,” Linda said one day, wiggling her fingers in front of her eyes and sticking her tongue out. “They all look the same.” She moved her fingers around. “I can’t even get them to do anything,” she said with a sigh of frustration.

“Then play with yourself?”

Linda’s eyebrows shot up. It had only been two days since the pair had first made love. Linda was still used to Grace, the sexy but strict teacher. Yes, she loved Grace, the hot lover, but sometimes things came out of her mouth that Linda found unexpected.

Linda shrugged and stuck her fingers between her legs. As she inserted them inside of herself, she could feel them getting longer, searching for her pleasure zones.

“Wow,” she said with a quiet, moaning whisper.

Grace smiled. “You tongue is the same way.”

“Not sure I can eat myself ... OH, there is a spot!”

Grace giggled and shifted so she was looking at Linda head on. “I actually do know a few Guides and Managers who have succeeded in that, as well!” She laughed, then bit her lower lip. “But I mean if you need to have proof that your tongue gets longer, I would be happy to ... show you,” she said, batting her eyelashes.

That had been the second time they had made love.

Now, two months later, making love was a daily thing, a delightful thing. Some days, they never leave the bed. Like newfound lovers ... which, in fact they were, they continued to explore each other, finding ways the other loved being pleased, and discovering how they enjoyed being pleased.

Lips, tongues, and fingers were sometimes joined by toys.

The night we have in question was without toys. Linda simply wanted to explore Grace with her tongue and explore she did.

At one point, she had her tongue shoved as far into Grace as possible, it screwdriving inside, lapping her walls up with hunger.

Then she froze.

Something was in her brain.

A thought.

She did not know what the thought was. But she knew she had to do something.

“Uh oh,” she heard a voice that seemed in a fuzzy distance. “I know that look.”

Linda shook the fog off for a second. She discovered she was standing at the foot of the bed, Grace still spread eagle looking tempting.

But Linda knew she had to do something.

“I think someone needs my help,” she said quietly. She began putting on her clothes. “I ... I’m sorry...”

Grace got up from the bed, putting on her own clothes. “Do not apologize, love. We both knew this moment would come.” She nodded yes at an unasked question. “Now, it is time.”

Linda walked out of the bedroom, then opened the apartment door, freezing again.

“No ... that doesn’t feel right. It feels like ... like ... like she is so far away.” She looked at Grace, her eyes in confusion. “She feels like she is across mountain and sea, but that I need to get to her and that ... that I can get to her fast.”

Grace smiled calmly and nodded. “There is another magic trick I have never told you about.” She cleared her throat. “I ... assume you are quite wet.”

Linda nodded.

“Good. I imagine our fooling around helped; however, this is something which comes naturally once this type of instance occurred. Now, take one of your hands at get your forefinger and ring finger nice and wet.”

Linda nodded, following the instructions without thinking.

“All right, now. Watch carefully at the motions I make with my fingers in the air and follow that pattern on the door. It will be quite all right if you do not get it right the first time ... this is not like a computer game where you have limited tries.”

Grace moved her hand through the air. Linda did not recognize the pattern, but it did not seem that difficult.

They drew the pattern on the door, trails of her juices shining from the light.

“Now, open the door. Make sure to use the same hand.”

Linda opened the door.

They were now on a balcony, mountains in the distance, the house at the edge of a huge lake, trees surrounding them for as far as they could see. The sky was blue, the air a bit chilly, but the birds still filled the air with happy songs.

On the far side of the balcony, a woman sat on the railing, dangling her feet over the edge. Without thinking, Linda knew she was the one she had come for.

“My presence is not to be known here,” Grace whispered. She nodded her head and remained standing on the balcony.

Linda stared at her, blinking twice. “I ... were you going somewhere? I thought you were staying with me.”

“I am,” Grace said with a smile, then looked around. “Oh! I am invisible to everyone except you. Forgot to tell you that part,” she said with a soft smile.

Linda nodded and looked back to the girl.

She could not tell her age, but could tell she was incredibly beautiful, with long flowing dark hair tumbling past her shoulders. The woman wore a white dress which came short of her knee. As Linda got closer, she could tell the dress was sheer, as the sunlight shone through it.

The girl looked up with a start.

“Oh! You can see me!” The girl said.

Linda nodded. “Am I not supposed to see you?” she asked, knowing the question.

The girl looked back at the lake. “I am dead,” she said quietly.

Linda’s back stiffened. Grace let out a little surprised “Oh!”

The girl shrugged. “Do not be surprised. I know I am dead. I have been dead for a long time now, I guess.” She leaned over a little bit. Linda moved to make sure she did not fall off the rail. The girl turned back to her and gave a soft laugh. “Do not worry. I cannot fall off. Well, I mean, I can fall off, but I will not be hurt. Remember, I am already dead.”

“You ... remember it?” Linda asked.

The girl nodded. “I remember losing my balance and trying to grab onto the rail as I fell towards the ground. And I remember seeing the ground come to me very quickly. Then I missed it! I missed the ground! Do you believe that?” she asked, shaking her head in disbelief.

Linda felt a nudge and saw Grace peering over the edge of the railing. She looked, too. Under them was a patio, of sorts, but not a noticeably big one. A few steps from the patio came a cliff, which dropped off for many feet past the patio.”

Linda gave a little start and stepped back from the rail, her brain swirling a bit. “I’m sorry. Not a fan of heights.”

The girl nodded. “You are blind. But you can still see. You cannot see from the side. One eye is much weaker than the other, and that makes heights a very scary thing for you.” She twisted herself and hopped from the rail onto the balcony. “I should not frighten you by standing like that.”

Linda gaped at her. “How do you know all of that.”

The girl looked off into the distance. “I do not know. I just ... I just know it. I know that I am dead. And I know you are not. But I also know that you will help me go from this ... this ... this place of the living.” She waved her hand. “And that you will help me get to where I am supposed to be now.”

The girl took both of Linda’s hands, smiled and looked her in the eyes. Both looked into each other’s eyes silently for a moment. “And I know what it is you do to help me get there, which I find VERY exciting!” the girl said, dropping Linda’s hands and running softly through the door leading inside.

As Linda and Grace followed, Grace whispered to her “I have seen instances like this, but only very rarely. She may have been Guide material when she was alive but never quite became. Oh, and I am remiss to tell you – we are in Italy.”

“Italy?” Linda stopped and looked around. “I have never been. I will take your word for it ... but ... the door ... it took us to Italy?” Grace nodded. “I can understand every word she says. Is she speaking English, or...”

“She is speaking fluent Italian. To her, you are speaking fluent Italian. That is part of our magic, and again something I do not understand – we have a sort of universal translator.”

“Will it work for the Vulcans?”

“We have not tried that, yet.”

The pair entered the room and found the girl standing by a large bed, white lace streaming down from the top. The girl stood with her hands behind her back, as she smiled. “I have been waiting for you for a very long time!”

“How long?”

The girl pursed her lips and shook her head. “Time does not have as much meaning for me anymore. But I think it has been for a few years.”

“Perhaps that is why you were called to her,” Grace whispered. “It has been so long; her time up is nearing.”

Linda nodded and approached the girl.

The girl wrapped her arms around Linda’s neck, looking into her eyes.

“You are very beautiful,” the girl said quietly.

Linda smiled. “You look like a beautiful princess,” she replied quietly.

The girl smiled and planted a soft kiss on Linda’s lips.

The two held the kiss, lips pressed against lips, bodies pressing against bodies.

Linda found her tongue inside of the girl’s mouth. The girl accepted it, her own tongue dancing with Linda’s.

Soft fingers brushed along Linda’s shoulders, pushing the straps of her dress aside, allowing the sun dress to fall to the ground. Linda found the girl’s naked body pressing against hers, wondering how she had lost the sundress without her noticing.

Kissing passionately, the girl gently led Linda to the bed.

Their lips parted and Linda again looked into the girl’s smiling eyes.

“Thank you for this,” the girl whispered.

Their lips met again.

Hands moved over bodies, fingers feeling, dancing.

Linda felt the small of her back, arching slightly as they kissed.

Her fingers danced around her nipples, exploring their stiffness.

She ran the back of her hand gently over the girl’s soft face, the girl sighing happily at the touch.

She kissed a trim stomach, which shuddered slightly each time her soft lips barely touched the flesh with each kiss.

She ran her fingers over in wonder at the full butt cheeks, two perfect mounds of soft flesh which easily gave to her touch.

At one point, she glanced over to the side of the bed. Grace also lay in it, naked, her fingers running over and around her aroused pussy.

Their eyes met.

Grace gave her a huge smile, then a nod as if urging her on.

Linda turned her attention back to the girl, running her fingers very gently over her mound, barely touching her labia. The girl arched her back and let out a long, satisfied sigh.

“Your touch gives me delight all over,” the girl whispered.

Linda smiled.

Gently, she ran her fingers up and down her mound, smooth but for small bits of dark hair on top.

She ran her fingers through the hair, softly tickling it.

The girl let out a delighted giggle, then a soft sigh as Linda ran one finger along her labia, barely touching it, tracing downward from the hood, collecting small bits of wetness with her fingertip.

The girl was now on her back, legs spread, wide eyes looking into Linda’s eyes.

Linda lay on her side, allowing her finger to continue its soft exploration of the girl’s slit, running up and down along each side of the lips, running up and down between the lips.

Linda locked her eyes onto the girl’s, watching her, drinking in her beauty.

The girl now reached between Linda’s legs, a bit more urgency to her movement as her fingers softly but deftly slid between Linda’s wet lips, inside of her.

“You are already very wet,” the girl whispered.

Linda nodded. “So are you.”

The girl nodded.

Linda straddled the girl, who still lay on the bed with her legs spread. Linda supported herself on all fours, straddling over the girl in a doggy position.

Fingers exploring each other, the two kissed passionately, fingers probing lightly, then deeper and deeper and deeper.

At one point, the girl giggled and gave Linda’s butt a firm but playful slap.

Linda giggled, rolled the pair over and returned the slap, the girl gasping then giggling.

Lips kissed passionately, tongues wrestling playfully as each allowed their fingers to explore the pleasure caverns of the other, small wet squishes sounding through the room.

At one point, Linda glanced at Grace, who was now fiercely playing with herself, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy.

Linda’s head swam at the girl’s touch. Once again, as was with Angel, she felt small sparks of what felt like electricity when the two touched, adding to the pleasure.

Faithfully, the girl fingered Linda’s pussy, one finger at first, joined by a second, joined by a third.

Linda did the same to the girl, who gasped in delight, a smile on her face as she looked happily into Linda’s eyes, the two of them grunting softly as fingers slid in and out of wet vaginas, moans of pleasure filling the room.

“I am very close to cumming,” the girl whispered, smiling, looking up at Linda’s eyes.

Linda’s face broke into a smile. In her lust, in her want to make the girl cum, she was also nervous, hoping she was doing this right, hoping both would be able to achieve orgasm at the right time.

“So am I, sweetness,” Linda whispered as she felt the heat in her body grow.

Linda felt the girl tense, she felt her pussy getting even warmer, she felt the girl’s pussy clamping on her fingers even tighter.

Linda reached deep down, into her training and into her own lust, feeling her own orgasm on the edge of her eyesight.

The two watched each other, eyes wide open, as they pleased each other.

Linda felt the girl tense once more under her, her back arching, a soft scream erupting from her throat.

At the same time, Linda felt her own body release, her own orgasm hitting as she kept her unwavering gaze into the girl’s eyes.

Somewhere in the not too far distance, she heard Grace cum, the smell of sex from all three filling the room.

Linda kept her eyes in the girl’s eyes and understood something clearly at last.

She saw the soft sparks of light on the girl’s skin.

She saw the soft smile of understanding on the girl’s face, her face lighting up oh so brightly un an understanding she knew just a little but could not at all understand herself.

“Thank you,” the girl said softly. “Thank you.” She repeated this as small soft sparks of light hit her body all over.

Linda still had her fingers inside of the girl.

The girl still had her fingers inside of Linda.

Neither had thought of withdrawing.

Linda could feel the girl’s pussy getting softer and softer, her fingers doing the same until she no longer felt anything of the girl.

And with a few soft glows, the girl was gone, “Thank you” still being formed by her lips.

Linda still straddled the empty bed, looking down at the empty sheets. They were indented, they were covered in sweat.

She could still smell the girl’s sex.

Her mind started to jumble, to dance, to swirl.

Another body moved in the bed, taking hers, holding hers.

“It’s all right, love. It’s all right. She has moved to her better place.”

“I ... did I kill her?” Linda asked weakly, falling back into Grace’s arms, looking at her but barely seeing her.

Grace shook her head. “No, love. She was dead already. You helped her. You helped her.”

Linda did not remember how she got back into her apartment.

But when she awoke, she awoke in her own bed, the arms of her lover wrapped around her tightly.

She snuggled her face into Grace’s neck, crying softly.

Grace stroked her softly, planting small kisses on her forehead.

Linda drifted off into sleep again.

Linda did not know how long it was before she regained her senses.

She could smell the strong, sweet tea Grace was brewing in the kitchen.

After shuffling out of bed and into the living room, the pair sipped their tea silently for a few moments.

Linda let out a long sigh, looking longingly at Grace.

“I still feel like I killed her,” Linda said softly. She looked at Grace, tears streaming down her face. “Why do I feel like I killed her?”

Grace smiled, putting her cup down and moving over to embrace Linda.

Silently, they hugged, Grace softly caressing Linda, who wept softly.

“Everyone has had this moment after their first,” Grace said quietly. She sighed. “No matter how much training, the first actual time is still very rough. And I will not lie, some of the others soon after this will be rough. It does get easier. Eventually, you do come to the realization that, without your help, these people are doomed to stay in a world they are not meant to stay in. And that to stay in this world is a form of hell no religious book can offer. You are saving them for want of a better word.”

Linda sighed and nestled her face deeper into Grace’s bosom. She felt very safe there. “I know ... I know she was not alive when we found her. I just fear that I sent her to some place where that beautiful spirit we saw is no longer a thing, that it is gone.” She sniffled. “I am afraid I did the same thing to Angel, and that haunts me sometime.”

Grace softly stroked the back of her head. This calmed her.

“I cannot tell you where they have gone,” Grace said quietly. “I do not know. But I can tell you that they have not ceased to exist.”

Linda looked at her, her eyes wet. “How do you know?” she asked, pleadingly.

Grace shook her head. “I don’t know. I just ... know. Something we managers pick up, an intuition of sorts, I guess. And, I have superiors who have assured me countless times that those we help are indeed helped, and that their beings continue to exist, wherever that might be.” She kissed the side of her head, nestling her own face in Linda’s hair. “Our Italian woman is happy where she is at. Your Angel is happy where she is at. And I am sure she misses you. But she is happy.”

Linda fell asleep in her arms again.

“Better” came gradually, as Linda and Grace fell into a routine.

Grace left quite a few times for meetings, sometimes having meetings in the apartment on her tablet.

“So, why did they send me so far away to help someone so far away?” Linda asked one day.

“There are people who manage the managers. They each have a perfect sense of which Guide is best to help which person. Some people, for one reason or another, are very tough cases. It would appear Vernice was one of those very tough cases.”

“She did not seem that bad to me.”

“‘Bad’ is not the right word.” Grace sighed. “We have tens of thousands of Guides, but even with that, our planet contains billions of different types of personalities. Sometimes, it is not easy to set up the perfect Guide with the perfect personality.” She smiled. “They did quite well in this case, I believe. It was a very unusual case for a first time, but also an easy case for a first time.”

“How so?”

“She came very quickly. What was impressive is that you were able to make yourself cum at the same time, on the first try. That is very impressive!”

“I deserve a cookie for that, I think!” Linda said with a wry smile.

Grace giggled. “I will get you that cookie, soon. But, back to Vernice. Your personality was perfect for her, your attitude was perfect. “She sighed again. “She had been approached before but had reacted violently. Fortunately, no one was hurt. But three previous visits to her had proven her to be a most difficult case.”

“So more than one Guide can try to help someone?”

Grace nodded. “Even the managers and the managers of the managers do not pick perfectly. Even the slightest of personality quirks can make the whole situation very painful and difficult.”

Linda sighed. “I just want to help people,” she said in fact. “I hope I don’t run into any hard cases.”

Grace patted her hand. “We will do quite fine.”

One night, Grace had an urge to go for a walk.

As the pair walked through town, hand in hand, they came upon a bar. Even from outside, they could hear the yelling.

“I have always hated bars,” Linda mumbled.

Grace nodded. Linda took her by the hand, leading her inside.

Inside, it was dark. But Linda could clearly see the woman sitting at the barstool, banging the glass on the bar yelling “I want a drink, damn it!”

Linda and Grace sat on both sides of her.

The woman glanced at Grace, then Linda, nodding at both.

“Well, at least someone here can see me,” she said, yelling the last three words.

No one took notice.

“What would you like?” Linda asked quietly.

The woman sighed and shook her head. “Been to this fucker ... I don’t know how many times. They just ignore me, like I don’t fucking exist.” She paused. “Is it because I am a Black woman?” she asked sadly.

Linda let out a sigh and shook her head. “I am sure as fuck am not going to say racism doesn’t exist.” She paused, thinking. “But I don’t think they are ignoring you because of the color of your skin this time.”

The bartender approached. “Lady’s want something?”

“Your sweetest wine,” the other woman said.

The bartender simply looked at Grace and Linda, his eyebrows up.

“Listen ... we have some sweet wine at my place,” Linda said. “And it is a lot quieter there. Want to grab a drink there?”

The woman sighed and stood. “I’ve come here every night and that is the first offer I’ve gotten in ... I have no idea how long.”

The three walked back to the apartment, in idle chit chat.

“I really don’t like to drink all that much,” Shirly said. “But I keep going back there, night after night. Hell, if I know why.” She gave out a long sigh. “Maybe I have just been lonely. I don’t know. No company in that damn place, anyhow. Just ... sometimes I just feel so alone!”

Grace and Linda nodded in understanding.

At Shirly’s urging, they took the long way so they could walk longer.

Once they got to the apartment, Grace piped up. “I must get going, early day tomorrow. Do you two mind if I take a rain check and get going?”

Shirly nodded.

“You sure you feel safe with me?” Linda said with a chuckle.

Shirly chuckled herself. “Yeah, you don’t look like you could hurt anyone if you tried.”

She turned to say goodnight to Grace, but she had already turned herself invisible.

“Girl disappears in no time,” Shirly said with a laugh as they entered Linda’s apartment.

For hours, they engaged in small talk.

Linda found out Shirly had been a reporter with a large newspaper, until retiring and moving to the small town.

“I don’t know why I picked here, though,” Shirly told her. “I didn’t know anyone here. I just wanted to get away.”

Linda also found she had never been married, being too busy with work to find a family life.

“I do regret that most,” Shirly said. “Now, now I find it too hard to meet other people. I mean ... I was never going to have any sort of traditional family life,” she said, letting her voice trail away.

Linda patted the back of her hand in comfort. Shirly smiled at that.

The pair talked for hours, into the dark hours of night. Grace sat nearby, listening, smiling, encouraging without words as Linda talked with Shirly, getting to know her more.

Shirly let out a long-drawn-out sigh. “I do apologize, but I am getting tired. I am going to hop on home now if you don’t mind.” She stood.