You tell her that, as interesting as it is to hear about her otherworldly experiences, you’re honestly more interested in what your mutual friend meant when it said she had something to tell you. “Right!” she answers, putting her hands on your shoulders. “Okay, so, she and I had a pretty long talk after,” she stops, tickling her fingers down your [pc.belly] and towards your crotch, “this whole excitement. I know it didn’t seem like long, but, turns out, you can share ideas pretty quickly when you share the same mind. Anyway, to make a long story short, I said she can camp out in my head for as long as she wants.”
You reel in surprise. That was a decision you could just make, on the spot? “It was actually my idea, believe it or not. She’s gone thirty long years without any companionship; without anyone to talk to or bond with; and, most importantly, at least to her, with no way to bust the nut she’s been edging ever since she died. So, I’m letting her stick around, on the following conditions.”
She raises her hand between you, lifting her fingers as she speaks. “The first is that she only takes the wheel when I let her. Don’t get me wrong, me sprouting a dick spontaneously was a lot more fun than I thought it would be, but it’s still my body, and I’m not too keen on letting anyone make any changes to it, no matter how of a good time it’ll be in the end. I was pretty livid when she first took over, believe you me!”
She extends another finger. “Second, even if I let her take control of my body, I’m still in charge of my own head. This way, my words are my own, so you don’t have to worry about negotiating who pitches and who catches with some spook you’ve known for four minutes.”
She extends her thumb. “And finally, when she takes over, she’s only in it for the nut, then she’s gotta sit down until we let her out to play again. This one was actually pretty easy; she tells me that she’ll get as much fun out of sex whether she’s in charge or not, and us whipping out her dick is just the occasional bonus.” Her hand gently trails down your form as she smiles lewdly. “Not that any of us are going to complain, I’m sure.”
You ask her if this is wise. She’s possessed. Is she really okay with this? “I trust her. Or, at least, I trust that she’s telling the truth. And besides,” she continues giddily, “you can’t lie, this is pretty exciting! All those horror movies led us to believe being possessed isn’t a good thing, but so far, it’s been nothing but fun and sexy. I’ll let you know if we ever need a young priest and an old priest.”
