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Myrtle watched Draco sink on his knees as another wave of sobs shook his body. His back arched as he bent forward, face buried in his hands as his forehead touched the cold bathroom floor.
The ghost whimpered and reached out, knowing all too well that she couldn't actually touch.
"I'm so sorry, Draco," she said softly as silvery tears ran down her own face. "I so wish I could hold you, but I can't!" Her voice quivered as she floated closer. She clutched her chest as phantom pain rippled through her heart.
Draco had told her everything, all of his worries, his fears, the absolute hopelessness of his situation, and Myrtle didn't know what to do. She saw these slim shoulders shaking, carrying the weight of the world ... and actually saw what true suffering was for the first time.
"I'm so alone," Draco whispered softly, sitting up again, his eyes red and swollen, his gaze empty. "I've lost everything and everyone, there's nobody left ... No one cares about me ..."
"I do!" she exclaimed and brought her face in front of his, their noses almost touching. "I care about you, please tell me what I can do!" she wailed.
Draco shook his head and averted his eyes. "There's nothing you can do."
His words cut through her heart like a knife. Though they were true, hearing it hurt like hell.
"I ... I can help you ... feel good ... a little, maybe," she stammered, not exactly sure of herself. "You can look at me."
Draco ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I don't know what you're talking about, Myrtle, how would I-"
His words were caught in his throat when he turned to really look at her, and he swallowed.
Myrtle's face seemed to glow a bit more than usually (maybe that's the equivalent to a blush when you're a ghost?), and her eyes didn't leave his face, captivating him, as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse.
Draco swallowed again when she revealed her bra and two mounds bigger than he would've expected. Though, to be honest, he never once thought of Myrtle in that way, never thought that there was actually a 'body' underneath her see-through clothes.
"Myrtle, you don't -"
"Draco, I want to ... I mean, if you want to ... I know I'm not pretty like other girls ..."
Draco shook his head. "Don't think like that." He looked straight into her eyes and ignored the tension in his groin for a moment. "It means so much more that you're listening to me, that you're HERE and willing to do something like that ... just to make me feel better."
When Myrtle saw the smile that followed his words she thought her heart would explode, and she giggled. "So you want to see me?" She asked and felt, maybe for the first time ever, like she was allowed to be sexy, flirtatious ... her eyes flickered to Draco's pants and was elated when she could already make out a bulge (just imagine, she was the cause for this!).
"If you want me to watch you, I'll gladly will," he answered, his voice lower than a moment ago, and his hand reached for his already hard member. It had been so long that he took care of himself in this way that the mere thought of what he was about to see excited him.
Myrtle didn't say anything else, just shook the blouse off her shoulders and pulled down the fabric of her bra, revealing her heavy breasts in all their glory.
Draco bit his lip at the sight, moaned softly when Myrtle started to massage herself, roll her dark grey nipples between her fingers and sighed. He approached her, brought his face nearer to her chest and watched intensely.
"Pull at them for me," he said and she obliged, taking the nubs between thumb and middle finger and pulled them up, lifting the whole weight of her breasts and gasping when they bounced back down.
"Can you try and lick them?"
Myrtle's excitement grew exponentially at his requests, and he was so close she could see the thin layer of sweat on his forehead. His breath was quicker, and she imagined to hear his fast-beating heart. She collected her left boob in one hand and brought her nipple to her mouth. It was easy enough with their size, and when she licked herself the first time a shiver ran down her spine. Her eyes rolled back when she ran her tongue over her hard nub again and again, feeling each sensation a hundred times more intense since HE was watching and telling her what to do.
"Bite it, suck it ... imagine I was the one doing so," he urged and gripped his penis through his trousers, feeling the heat and hardness against the fabric.
Myrtle obliged, she took the nipple into her mouth and sucked, graced it with her teeth, moaned ever so softly when she bit a little harder, sucked so hard that when she released it again it was even more engorged than before.
She flicked it several times to show how hard this made it and grinned as she watched Draco staring.
"How I wish I was able to do that to you," he breathed.
Myrtle let go of herself and floated back to one of the sinks, float-sitting down on it and bringing her knees up.
"Oh but we're not done yet, are we?" she cooed and spread her legs widely, showing her panties. Some of her dark pubic hair stuck out at the edges, and Draco felt the need to pull at it.
When she ran one finger over the fabric, where her entrance would be, it left a darker-grey spot, showing how she was already wet.
For a moment Draco wondered how things like this worked for ghosts: if she was aware, if she summoned these pictures of herself by projecting them, if she actually -
But his thoughts ended right away when she pulled her panties to one side to reveal herself fully, using two fingers of her free hand to part the labia and grant him the sight of her most private parts.
"Oh Myrtle," he moaned and fumbled at his zipper to finally release his cock.
"Tell me what to do, Draco," Myrtle said, almost begged of him when she watched him freeing his errection, grabbing at it, pulling the skin back to show her its glistening head, bright red and so inviting. She would've loved to take it in her mouth, but she couldn't ... all she could do was give him a show. So she repeated: "Tell me ..."
He swallowed hard and started pumping himself. "Stick your fingers in, spread yourself ..." he said hastily.
Before doing so, she slipped off her panties of one leg so they were hanging from her left knee. This way she had both hands available, and while she parted herself with one hand again, the fingers of the other hand started to penetrate her body. It made slick noises when she used two fingers, then three, and Draco kept watching, desperately masturbating and whimpering at the sight of her fucking herself rigorously.
Myrtle stopped, took each of her labia between two fingers and pulled them as wide apart as she could, showing him her gaping hole.
"Can you see how hot you make me, Draco? How badly I want your hard dick inside me? Look closely ..." She moaned, and these words were enough to make him cum, to shoot his load right at her, right where her wanting cunt was glistening silvery ... only to fall through her into the sink.
They both looked at the white substance on the porcelain. Surprised, disappointed, pulled back to reality by the harsh truth.
They averted their gaze, she got dressed while he cleaned himself, and when they were both finished, they parted ways.
Neither said another word.