Invisible Girlfriend (Patreon)

It's hard to pretend I wasn't lucky. Of course, there's the eyes. I've got what the doctors called Omnivision, which is rare even among superpowers. It basically means I can see anything on any spectrum, like having a set of top of the line military goggles built into my eyes. If I tap a spot near my eye, I can switch to infrared, night vision, and a few I'm not even sure what they do. I'm pretty sure that's me seeing through dimensions, so I try not to leave them on too long.

There's also the time I was born in. It's not like it's hard to hide my power, but my grandpa was right on the edge of where superpowers became the norm. He'd tell stories about his grandfather being stuck in the registration camps and people giving the big kid who was made of metal trouble to make us appreciate where we live. It's really weird to think of a time when people didn't just say "You can breathe fire? That's super cool!"

Of course, now there's laws and assisted living programs and all this stuff to make people with powers comfortable and useful. Superheroes make rescues, crimefighting, and even managing world hunger a lot easier now that they can be openly employed. Researchers even estimate that there's more superhumans than regular people. That's the other way that I got lucky, because when I can turn on X-ray vision or zoom in for a mile away, I'm a valuable asset. It got me into college on the Heroics program with barely an application.

Turns out that ultra sight doesn't do you much good when you're asleep. I woke up late on moving day, so I finished packing in a hurry, told mom I'd be fine, and kissed her goodbye as we finished loading up the car. That was one benefit I'd have with making friends; even among the speedsters and the flyers, everyone can use a ride off campus. It's first come first serve at the dorms, so while I'm registered to live there I still have to make a mad dash for my room.

"Oof. Sorry, man. There's one room left." The guy with gills working the front desk smirks and slides me over a key and the card with my room number. "Top floor. And it's 423."

"Okay..." He's smiling like he knows something else as I sign off on it. I do hate stairs, but it sounds worse than that. "So?"

"That's the room that's haunted." I laugh a little, but he doesn't. He just has that knowing smile. "People hear a lot of weird stuff in there. Doors closing, footsteps, furniture moving around. We've checked it but there's never anyone there."

I sigh and my finger twitches as I'm already itching to switch out my vision. I've never seen a ghost before, but if anybody can, it's me. "Yea, thanks, buddy." I roll my omniscient eyes and start the hike up the stairs. At least there's a jock who's strong enough to throw my car to help get all the luggage.

The dorm looks about how he described it. It's empty and a little dusty, with a large bed on one side. I move in and start to unpack, but I can't go for long before I have to wonder. I look around the eerily quiet room. The walls are thick enough that they keep out a lot of noise, and the room is far down the hall. With a deep breath, I swap my eye out for infrared.

Nothing's there. I swap few more filters out on my Omnivision, but there's really nothing there. I end up going on a full zoom, where the Heroics courses will supposedly teach me how to view the chemical makeup of what I can see. I'm not picking up any powers or strange chemicals that I can recognize, but I CAN see that the dust has been moving around.

"What're you doing?" asks a female voice. As a registered student for superheroics, I absolutely scream and fall back on the bed. "Wow. Okay. Rude," her voice scoffs sarcastically.

I look towards the source of the voice and cycle through all my filters. Still nothing. "Hi... hi!" I manage. "Sorry! I've never met a ghost before."

"Well you still haven't." I see an indent push down on the other end of the bed with that double crater that can only come from a butt. A nice one too, if I can judge (I won't even pretend I didn't mess around with x-ray vision when I was in puberty). "I'm Sasha Gold. I'm on the Heroics and Literature program. You can probably guess what my powers are"

I blush hard for making such an ass out of myself. Of course there would be an invisible super here. If I could be impossibly good at seeing, why wouldn't someone be impossibly good at hiding? "I am so sorry," I say, holding up a hand to shake. "I'm Olly Parks. I'm a freshman in Heroics."

"That's my boob, dude." I yank my hand back in an instant as she laughs wildly. "Holy shit! You're a jumpy one, aren't you?" She grabs my hand and shakes it back for me.

"Sorry. I've got Omnivision, so I'm not used to people sneaking up on me."

"Then you're going to be a lot of fun," she giggled. I saw the impact of her shapely butt lift back up and she knocked on the edge of the bed. "Hop up. I didn't know I was getting a roommate, so I can pull the bed back apart. Unless you felt like sharing."

I start to piece things together as she helps me unpack. Sasha is a second-year student, and she spent the summer taking courses here so they must have forgotten about her when organizing the rooms. She's sort of messy, so it comes down to me to dust and clean up the place. She offered to show me around when we both have a day off. I take her up on it a few days later, even if it feels weird to be following someone I can't see.

"Just hold on." Sasha wraps her hand around mine and leads me off to walk me around the place. I keep blushing and looking awkward as I walk with my hand out in midair, looking like I've got an arm spasm rather than an invisible friend holding my hand.

"Can't we put a bell on you or something?" I ask as we round the quad. "Not that I don't mind holding you or anything..." She's cute in her own weird way, even if I can't see anything. I guess when you can't be seen, you've got to make up for it with personality. No body language to be had here.

"Nah. I was never big on clothes. It's not like anyone can see my bits anyway." I'm speechless for a second as I realize I’ve never caught her changing clothes. I have to ask the obvious.

"Sasha, are you naked?" I mutter under my breath.

"You tell me." My overly casual roommate took my hand and held it about four-feet off the ground. My fingers settle into place on what feels like a soft basketball until they brush against a hard nipple. Sasha giggles and I can feel her heart race a little under my grip, and I don't quite have the will to rip my hand out of her grasp.

She finally lets go as I mutter a brief "Holy shit" under my breath. I rub my fingers together, still feeling the warmth of her naked body lingering on my palm. Sasha giggles at my response.

"Thanks."

"For what?" I ask, blushing as she takes my hand again. "I didn't mean to-"

"Oh relax," she assures me. "I take it as a compliment. And it's not often I get a compliment looking like this." I feel my arm move as she slows down, walking alongside me. I can tell from the way she's repositioned my arm and how her moving hip keeps rubbing against my knuckles. "If it makes you feel any better, I'm blushing too," she adds quietly.

So the classes are fine. My intro classes involve a lot of reviewing laws that affect superheroics like when you're allowed to take action or use lethal force. It's a lot to take in, but once you get the general tone they expect from you it's pretty easy to guess my way through the rest. Sasha ends up being the real interesting part of college life. I can't really ignore the fact that I'm living with a naked girl, and her little grunts from across the room keep catching my attention. I can even hear a soft slap of skin sometimes that makes me wonder what she's doing or what's hitting what. After feeling how busty she was, there's one answer that seems the most obvious.

I can't really say for sure when I fell for her. She's definitely very open with me in a way that makes me think Sasha doesn't have a lot of people to talk to about how she lives. She said it's like living in a world where everyone else is blind; she can see them and they can't see her. I can sympathize with that when I'm seeing things in a spectrum that are only visible to microscopes and mantis shrimp.

It might have been from all the physical contact. I keep getting a squeeze or pat on the shoulder to let her know if she's around or entered the room. She sits on my bed (or vice versa) when we're talking or studying so I can literally feel her presence. It got to a point where I would change whether she was there or not, since I couldn’t see her watching me anyway. She sweet and helpful, and she loves to tease and push my buttons without really getting annoying. We're the closest people to each other on campus, so we eat and go out together a lot. I've had to make sure she buckles up in the car just to keep people from sitting on her.

I don't know when I fell for her, but it's about a month in when I first kissed her. It wasn't an accident like the first few times I've touched her. I had a decent understanding of what was where on her by now, but I got a hand on her cheek to be sure when I went in.  We talked it out, and we agreed to start going out. While it's cheesy to say that I liked her no matter what she looked like, her being invisible was kind of fun. The constant nudity didn't hurt either... but from what little I've felt of her she seems warm and soft in all the right places.

Things moved pretty quickly from there. We didn't change much at first, but I felt a little tension from her. She was happy and excited, but I think that obvious next step was weighing on our minds. I don't think seeing her is that important for the process, but I'm not sure it's something I want to go diving into totally blind.

At her suggestion, we end up doing the next best thing; we'd shower together. It was super easy for her to sneak into the boy's bathroom, once we got her giggles under control. Apparently she used to be just like me and used her powers for the occasional peeping session as well. I fired up the shower and it made for a really weird experience in this overly intimate way. Not only am I rubbing her down all over to explore every curve of her body, but the shower gives me the closest thing I'd have to a good look at her unless I felt like throwing a bag of flour over her.

Between the soap, shampoo and the running water (or technically the space where the water randomly moved away because she was there), I could get a basic look at her. She was a little shorter than me with shoulder-length hair. She had a little extra weigh in the middle, making her on the soft side for the Heroics program, but there was some real muscle tone to her legs and ass. Her breasts were still as big and weighty to feel as I remembered, and her lips and nose were small but firmly pronounced.

It came to the inevitable as I lathered up a hand and went down her stomach. I noticed a distinct lack of body hair on her, whether it was some secondary mutation or her being really good with a razor. It made for a smooth entrance between her legs as she sighed softly and leaned back against my chest. It was strange to see... I could always see through Sasha if she was standing between me and someone else, but I could see the first half inch of my fingers vanish as they went inside her.

"Clean it nice and deep, eyeballs," she teased softly. She moaned as I plunged two fingers in deeper, having learned by then not to put up with her teasing or she'd never stop. I felt her nails run over one of my arms as I explored her pussy, feeling the warm, honey-like substance that was already inside her. I lifted one of her legs and fingered even deeper. My digits disappeared up to the first knuckle as her pussy swallowed them up and absorbed them into her invisible body. She let out a short cry that turned into just steady panting.

"Holy fuck," she gasped quietly. It was a whispered tone that showed she wanted to scream but also didn't want to get caught. I could feel her ass rubbing against me as she humped my fingers in her awkward position. I probably couldn't have held her up that long if it weren't for all the Heroics training. They wanted everyone in shape for their job, so the saying of putting on the "freshman fifteen" often included building some muscle when you were in the Heroics program.

I saw the imprint of her hands brace against the shower stall with a short splash as she tried catching her breath. My hardon pushed against her ass while I tried to focus on her and where my fingers were going, fumbling blindly even worse than most guys would be in my situation. I try to add my thumb to the mix, and I can feel her rock violently against me. "Oh holy shit!" she gasped more loudly, uncaring about being caught for a moment before her silhouetted hand wetly clapped across her mouth.

"Are you okay?" I ask, taking a finger back out. "I can't see your face if that was a good or a bad-."

"Yes! Good!" she panted. "Go. Keeeeep going, you sexy bitch."

I had to laugh as I brought my other hand around to squeeze one of her breasts. She moaned and squirmed against my lap and chest while rolling her hips on my pumping fingers, feeling her slippery little clit rubbing against my thumb now and then. She let out this sputtered squeak when she finished and it was bizarre to see a squirt of her clear cum go blasting out of thin air. I laughed again as I held onto her, letting her shaking leg drop as I hugged her and kissed her neck. "You good?" I asked as I rubbed one of her thighs. Even that was enough to make her shudder.

"Yea. Real good," she said breathlessly. I felt her slip down my body, almost crumbling from the pleasure. My fingers become visible again as I uncurl them to let her slide off. I didn't realize what she was doing until she kissed me on the stomach on her way past my abs. "I just want you feeling the same way..."

I'm barely aware she got to her knee when she takes me cock into her mouth. I can only assume that's where it is, anyway, because the front half of my dick disappears from sight. I can feel her tongue and drool travel further down my shaft but without a trace of them in sight. I shake and lean back against the wall when she lets out a happy little purr and gently pricks her teeth against my cock.

"Oh you like that, do you, hero?" Sasha teased as the top of my dick suddenly reappears from her open mouth. I can feel her spit on it before the water washes the unseen substance away, which is a weird but exciting experience. "Got to keep that focus up. You can't just let any random villainess just suck the courage right out of you, now can you?" I see Sasha's outline move in on my groin and my balls rise and fall as her hand rubs underneath them, getting me to shudder again.

"Too weak for that, huh?" Sasha giggled. Her head ran up along my cock as she licked me from sack to tip. "Don't worry. You can always be my sidekick. Then I'll make sure you're never tempted by anyone else again... a nice quick suck before each mission will help keep you focused."

I fumbled around for her head until I could pull it back into my lap. She let out a happy little mewl as her mouth as she repeats her disappearing act with my cock. She's capable enough that she gets me humping along with her, and I can feel more than see her shifting to get more comfortable. With an audible slurping noise, my cock disappears up to the hilt as I feel the head push in past her tonsils. I can't stop shaking as I jizz deep in her throat as she takes it like a champ before gagging a little and pulling back off.

"Hoo! Haven't done that one before!" she laughed after a bit of coughing and laughing. "You're a lot of fun." I feel her slide back up my body until she's back upright and wrapping her arms around my neck. "Thanks a lot. Really..." she says a little more seriously.

"Any time," I say, grabbing and squeezing her invisible ass. It looks like I'm just making a claw shape with my hand, but I can feel and hear her response as she moans. "So is that sidekick option still open? The one with free blowjobs before every mission?"

Sasha giggled and nuzzled in closer to me, rubbing my softening cock with her thigh. "Absolutely. What better way is there to show off my boyfriend?"

"Well I'd show you off more if that were possible," I replied. I thought about it while I played with her ass and we finished cleaning up, but I think I had one more way I could surprise her.

"This is embarrassing," Sasha whispered as she we walked through campus. By the sound of her voice, I could tell she was blushing (or the equivalent). I held her hand as I led her along.

"How can you be embarrassed when you're used to walking around naked? You look good." I egg her on as I tug on her hand and force her to twirl around. It was late at night so there weren't a lot of people on the sidewalk, but it was still a step towards showing her off like I'd wanted. It made the sundress she was wearing's skirt flare up just enough that it must have shown some thigh because she quickly pushed it back down.

"You're such a bully," she muttered. Like I'd expected, having her wear the single piece of clothing was making her cutely awkward. The invisible red in her cheeks was obvious when I leaned over and kissed one.

"You pick on me all day. It's only fair I get one night for it." 

As fun as it was making her embarrassed and clingy, it really was nice to have people look at her. My arm around her waist looked a lot more natural when she had an actual waist to see and I didn't just look like I was miming something to pretend I wasn’t alone or as part of some practical joke. I even got a few understanding looks from the occasional person I knew that hadn’t met her. 

The real treat came when we went down the stairs. There were these stone steps that were a shortcut between a few buildings, but they were cracked and beat up enough that not everyone liked to risk going down them. My eyes were able to pick up any actual instabilities and so I can get down them no problem. I carried her down (with the added benefit of her not blocking my vision) and went down behind the stairs for some basic cover from prying eyes. I set her down but pulled her into a firm kiss. She was moaning right out of the gate from all the teasing and showing off, and I'm loving how the dress feels over her skin.

"We might get caught," Sasha muttered briefly. She leaned right back into me after her whisper, pressing her breasts against my chest and letting my hands vanish under her dress. The space between her thighs were already wet.

"Then you'd better get me quick then, shouldn't you?" I squeezed her ass and play with one of her breasts through her dress. Her nipple was hard and poking through the fabric as I teased it.

"You're such a fucking bully," she muttered as she quickly pulled her dress over her head. She tossed it aside and started to undo my pants, really getting into it now that she was naked in public (so to speak) once again. She was back in her element and fresh off being teased and shown off so much that she didn't bother getting my pants all the way off of me. Once she had my cock out she hooked her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist. I caught her by the ass and lifted her up so she could drop her hips right on top of my hardon.

Sasha was incredibly wet as she moaned and bounced on top of me. It was intense enough that I had my hands pretty full, but I couldn't help but notice how surprisingly tame it looked. If anyone walked in on us, all they would see was me making some very focused faces with my pants unbuttoned. Sasha's cloaking pussy swallowed up my entire cock, leaving nothing to be seen while pumping all over. I held onto her ass to pull her in close, and the two of us grunted in sync when our combined efforts pushed deep into her sweet spots.

"Come on, hero," she whispered breathlessly in my ear as she hung suspended by nothing but our hands and my cock. "Fucking save me already." I can't see any of her except for a slowly growing dark stain where her pussy keeps leaking over my pants. I've seen her plenty horny before, but never this bad. I let one hand grab her hair and forced her into a kiss, tasting her drool as my only sign of her mouth hanging wide open. She bit into my lip and let out this high-pitched grunt as her hips pounded me like a jackhammer so hard that I nearly lost my grip on her ass. What I'd thought was a cute and kinky idea had her screaming as her nails dug into my shoulders. The stain on my pants got a lot bigger real quick as she came all over my lap. I was busy focusing on holding her steady, but the way her hips flexed and pushed against me I couldn't keep myself in check. I leaned back against the brick wall as Sasha's clenching pussy ground against me. Between the dim light and her unseen body, I can only focus on the feeling of her gently pulsing clit against the tip of my cock. Even if I had super endurance I don't think I could have held out against that. She had just finished her own orgasm when I emptied my load into her, making her shiver and cling to me again.

"My hero," she purred softly. I felt her kissing at my neck, her cooling saliva running down. I have to slump to a sitting position, but she keeps herself glued to my lap and rides me all the way down. "Take your time," she told me in that same weary whisper. "Just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm going anywhere."

"Thanks," was all I could think to gasp out. I picked up her dress and pulled it closer for whenever she was ready. She finally climbed off me, my slowly reappearing dick an absolute mess between the two of us.

"Ready to walk me home?" Sasha asked. She slipped on her dress and took my hand to let me lead the way.

"Yea, I'm about ready to turn in," I admitted.

"Ohhh not me. I'm all fired up now. Once we're back I'm coming back for seconds!"

I laughed and patted her on the ass. "Why you little slut," I teased. Even if I could keep my eye on her, she'd be full of surprises.