Mike Wheeler didn't believe in ghosts; not really. That didn't stop him from sprinting out of the woods as fast as his legs would carry him the day he finally met one.

The woods behind Hawkins Middle School were a place of refuge for Mike. He always knew he could run there and quickly escape the bullys when their torments got to be too much. It was a place he could be alone with his thoughts, when he just needed a few minutes to himself. Recently, it also became the place he found himself sneaking off to at lunch to jerk off. He had discovered the pleasurable activity a few months before, and it had become his favorite past-time.

An early October chill hung in the air as he made the trek out to his private spot, after telling the guys he had a project to work on in the library. A few minutes walk beyond the edge of the school boundary, there was tiny clearing he regarded as his own. A fallen tree lay along side the remains of a much larger stump, making a sort of chair. It was here Mike stopped, taking one last look around before undoing the snap on his jeans and letting them puddle around his ankles. Taking a seat, his back resting against the stump's soft mossy coat, he fished a hand through the fly of his boxers and wrapped his fingers around the rapidly stiffening length of his cock. At that first touch, a contented sigh escaped his lips and he let his eyes close, as he slipped himself out of his shorts and began to slowly stroke.

It wasn't long yet, his member or his endurance, but he knew he had years for both to develop. In the meantime, he felt that familiar tingle starting down in his balls, letting him know that most glorious release would be coming soon. His hand moved faster, the feel of his fingers slipping along the soft skin of his cock bringing a low groan to his throat.

All at once, his eyes snapped open, felling as though he were being watched. The last thing he needed was Dustin, Lucas or Will to figure out where he disappeared to everyday at lunch. Worse would be if a teacher had spotted him sneaking off campus. The worst of all would be if Troy found out. Mike knew most guys in their class probably jerked off by now, but everyone still denied it, and the idea of being found out filled him with dread.

Looking around the clearing, he reassured himself he was alone, and continued stroking. He was close, his heart beating fast. Leaning forward, he prepared to finish on the ground in front of his log, when he felt eyes on him again. Glancing up, he spotted her.

At first he thought it was some girl from school who had followed him out, but something wasn't quite right. There was a glow coming from her, and she seemed to be a formless shape. As far as he could tell, she was bald, or nearly so. But what drew his attention was her face; it was beautiful. He stared mesmerized for a moment and was about to say something, when he realized he could still see the woods behind her, or rather, through her.

A cold panic tore through him as Mike leapt off the log with a yelp and darted from the woods, struggling to stuff his stiff cock back into his boxers and pull up his pants as he ran. Only when he reached the edge of the trees, the perceived safety of the soccer field just feet away, did he stop to catch his breath. Looking back the way he had just fled, he didn't see any sign of the girl, or whatever she had been. All thoughts of release were gone from his mind, and he swore to himself he was never going back there.

His resolve held out for three days, at which time he decided he surly must have imagined it all. Ghosts weren't real, right? Lunchtime found him back in his special spot, a few extra days built up and needing to be released. Feeling bold, he lowered his boxers as well, his bare ass settled on the soft cushion of moss. He was stroking slowly, his mind flipping between his favorite inspirations again. Becky from science with her fiery red hair. Amy was wearing a plaid skirt today that was almost too short for school. Onward he flipped through perverted images of the girls he knew, but time and again, his thoughts drifted back to the face that had been watching him last time. Whoever, or whatever, she had been, she was perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

All at once, that same feeling from the other day returned. Looking around, he saw his spectral observer was back. The thought passed through him to flee, but something about they way she was watching him put him at ease. She seemed to be just as puzzled about him, as he was of her. Looking closer, he realized the shapeless form he spotted last time was actually a long gown, like the kind you have to wear in the hospital. Smooth arms and slender, bare legs emerged from the garment in the normal spots and she took on a proper human form in his mind. There was still a white glow around her, and he could distinctly make out the far side of the clearing as he looked through her, but he found he wasn't afraid. If anything, he was getting more turned the longer they stared at each other.

It took a few moments to realize he was still stroking his cock, while she continued watching with intense curiosity. That thought, combined with days of pent up need, pushed him over the edge. Three globs of cum erupted from the head of his cock in rapid succession, landing on the dead leaves at his feet. It was perhaps the hardest he had ever cum, and he was tempted to continue stroking, when she suddenly vanished before his eyes.

After that, Mike was more hooked than ever. Whatever had brought her there, he hoped it kept happening. Every day, rain or shine, he found himself in his special place at lunch, pants around his ankles, stroking himself to a glorious climax. More often than not, she was there. He tried speaking to her several times, introducing himself and asking her name, but she never made a sound. All the same, she seemed extremely interested in what he was doing. The fourth time she joined him there in the clearing, her gown was gone. Instead, she was hovering crossed-legged several feet off the ground, naked with a hand tucked between her legs.

He supposed it made sense that girls could masturbate as well, though he hadn't given it much thought. Now that he was watching it first hand, he stared with the same curious intensity she had shown while watching him. Watching her fingers work delicately at her smooth pussy at the start, growing with intensity as her own orgasm loomed closer, was a wonder to behold. He found himself matching her pace, speeding up as she did, slowing again to make the moment last, and finally crashing over the edge within seconds of her. In that moment, he didn't believe it was possible to ever feel so connected to someone.

They quickly fell into a pattern he hoped would never change. Each day, he made his way to his chair in the woods, dropping his pants and boxers, and eventually, removing his shirt, too. Most days she would appear, hovering closer and closer each time. Sometimes cross-legged, sometimes laying back, always naked and beautiful. They would touch themselves while watching each other, taking cues from one another as the moment progressed. Though he couldn't hear her, he could catch the subtle body-language that indicated her orgasm was close. That would always push him the rest of the way over the edge and he would cum hard, firing his cum across the forest floor while he watched her body shake with her own climax.

The arrangement, whatever it was, couldn't be better as far as Mike was concerned, and he had every intention of carrying it on as long as he could. Even if that meant hiking out through snow and fishing his cock out of a pair of ski-pants, as long as his ghostly partner kept showing up, he would too.

The last thing Mike Wheeler expected to find, the night he, Dustin and Lucas went out to Mirkwood in search of Will, was his ghost. A twinge of excitement flashed through his mind until he realized everything about her was different that night. She was dressed, though not in the white gown. Instead, she had on bright yellow t-shirt. The expression on her face was not one of curiosity, or expectant pleasure. And Mike couldn't see through her, despite the flashlights aimed directly at her.

She was real. She was soaked from the rain. And she was terrified.