Reborn as a Ghost Rider

"Clean yourself up first!" Wanda pointed to the bathroom.

Johnny obeyed without argument. Inside, everything was neat, with shelves lined with disposable shampoos, gels, and toothpaste tubes. Each had little notes: "Yours. Use it, or I'll curse you!" and "Mine. Don't touch!"

Johnny smirked, picking up a mint-scented gel.

"She prepare herself. Everything has to be perfect," he thought, turning on the water.

After the shower, he put on the black boxerbriefs she had thoughtfully left for him. When he emerged, Wanda darted into the bathroom, clearly embarrassed.

He lay down on the bed and turned on the TV. His spa routine had taken 20 minutes, but Wanda spent an hour in the bathroom. Finally, she stepped out, wearing black lace lingerie. She avoided his intense gaze.

Johnny felt a rush of heat rising within him. He'd seen models in lingerie on magazine covers before, but Wanda was the first to evoke such a reaction.

It was stunning but fleeting. Wanda quickly slipped into bed, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders.

"Are you ready now?" Johnny asked, turning off the TV.

"We need to close the window first," Wanda replied, pulling the blanket higher. "What if some perverts are watching us?"

That made sense. Johnny, as a professional sniper, knew the capabilities of optics all too well. He drew the curtains and returned to bed, only to get up again to prove to Wanda that he had left no gaps for prying eyes.

"Ready now?"

"Did you find... everything you need?"

"If you mean the condoms in the top drawer, then yes," he replied, holding up a full box.

She was clearly prepared for any surprises.

"And you know how to use them?"

"Of course."

"Are you sure? Let's watch a tutorial to be safe."

Johnny had already read the instructions on the box while she was in the bathroom, but he decided not to argue. Wanda deliberately found the longest video online. For 30 minutes, they listened to a boring explanation from an elderly man in India. The act itself would be faster than the lesson…

"Are you sure you understand everything?" Wanda asked. "Let's go over it again. The video said to check the expiration date first. Did you check it?"

"Multiple times. I can recite the serial number by heart," Johnny replied wearily.

They lay in silence, each lost in thought.

"Did you check under the bed?"

"What could be under the bed?" Johnny frowned.

"What if there's a pervert hiding with a camera? You need a flashlight to inspect every corner!"

"Wanda, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid of anything!" she exclaimed. "Everyone else is afraid of me!"

"You're stalling."

"And why are you so calm?!" she snapped. "Are you a robot?!"

He suddenly moved, pinning her down, her hands trapped between his. Wanda blushed to the tips of her ears, forgetting how to breathe. He gently ran his fingers along her forearm, brushing over small scars. She flinched and looked away.

"I'm scared too," he whispered, placing her hand on his chest. "Can you feel it? My heart pounding against my ribs. That's my fear. This is my first time too. I'm afraid I'll mess up. Afraid you won't like it."

She froze, then suddenly reached for him and kissed him.

"Thank you for being honest. It's important to me to know you feel the same as I do."

Not wanting to waste time on words, he pressed his lips to hers. Wanda made a surprised sound and parted her lips just enough for Johnny to taste raspberries on her tongue.

With lips, teeth, and tongue, Johnny worked his way from her mouth to her chin, down her neck, and slowly to the sensitive spot where he could feel her pulse quickening under his touch.

"Wait," Wanda murmured as his kisses moved down to her breasts. "Let me take off my bra."

"Isn't it the guy's job to undress the girl?" he whispered, slightly hoarse. "It has to be done right."

Wanda nodded and arched her back slightly, giving him the best possible access to her breasts. Johnny hesitated for a moment, then kissed and caressed the soft swell and soft hollows with his lips after he had clumsily but successfully unhooked her bra. Wanda's breathing quickened as he slid the straps down her shoulders, leaving her naked before him.

He was at a loss for words. So he let his actions speak for themselves, peppering her breasts with kisses, licking and lightly nibbling, enjoying the way her nipples tightened under his eager palms and lips. The longer Johnny explored her, the more Wanda pressed herself against him, stroking his hair and back.

His hand moved lower, slipping under the thin fabric of her panties and massaging a sensitive spot.

She moaned, pressing him tighter to her breasts:

"Soo good…"

His penis twitched, precum soaking the fabric of his boxerbriefs.

Johnny pulled away from her swollen nipples and whispered:

"Now I'll put on protection and we'll continue."

"Not so fast." Wanda grabbed his hair and tugged lightly, causing him to groan. "You touched me down there, I want to too."

To his surprise, Wanda pushed Johnny down onto the bed and took a position on top. The gentle touch of her teeth and tongue on his skin sent shivers down his spine and into every cell of his body.

His erection stretched the tight boxerbriefs to the limit. Wanda took advantage of this with a smile. Her hand slipped under the fabric, grabbed his penis and began smooth movements.

"So hard and wet." she whispered, increasing the pace.

A moan of bliss escaped Johnny's throat. Wanda muffled it with a kiss, penetrating her tongue deep.

"Now that's enough," Johnny said, breathing heavily, and reluctantly stopped her hand. " If you continue, our night will be over."

Johnny quickly got rid of his wet boxerbriefs and put on a condom.

"I can't wait any longer either," she murmured blissfully and took off her panties. " Let's do it."

Wanda writhed impatiently beneath him, his erect penis sliding up and down her crazy wet folds. She moved her hips and rubbed her clit against his glans, emitting incoherent moans.

It was an amazing sensation, an intoxicatingly pleasant friction. Johnny was ready to give in to the passion, and yet he felt the need to fight the overwhelming urge to plunge inside her. He had to be sure.

"Wanda," Johnny managed between gasping breaths as she continued to rock her hips. Breathing deeply, he touched his forehead to hers and summoned all the strength within him to open his eyes. "Are you sure you want to?"

"It's so sweet of you to ask." She looked into his eyes. "That's why I chose you."

Wanda grabbed his buttocks and pulled him toward her. Then she moved her hips so that the dripping tip of his penis finally slid between her labia, and they both gasped at the new sensation.

His hip movements were fast and sharp, but Johnny tried to prolong the moment of pleasure. Wanda moaned, groaned, and sighed erratically. With one hand on the back of his head and the other caressing his as, Wanda pressed her lips to his, and as if she had lit a short fuse, he cum from this kiss, his whole body shaking, and she trembled in his arms from her own orgasm.

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"Thank you, you really helped me," Wanda said calmly, fastening her bra.

"This won't cause any problems for you?" Johnny glanced at the drops of blood on the sheets.

"Don't worry about it. It's a disposable sheet."

"What happens now?"

"I go back to my life, and you go back to yours," she said, fastening her earrings. "Don't build castles in the air, alright?"

Johnny silently watched her dress and helped her zip up her dress. This was exactly the ending he had expected from the whole adventure, but now he didn't want to let her go.

"Done," Wanda said at the door. "This room is paid for until noon. You can stay the night or leave. I don't care."

He lay staring at the ceiling and realized that it was all too ridiculous, too confusing to seem real. And it certainly wasn't how he imagined his first time. But that's probably how Wanda needed him.