Old Haunts

Trish reached her hands up from the counter ledge and cupped Jenny’s breasts through the black blouse. She’d seen her friend naked on several occasions and had always desired to touch her creamy skin, but not until now had she had the audacity to carry through. Even through the blouse the hand-sized mounds felt warm and smooth. Jenny’s nipples swelled and Trish tenderly rubbed and pinched on the large pulsating nubs, playfully tugging on the gold loops that dangled from them. Their pulses quickened from the intimate contact, and their tongue kissing grew harder and faster.

“I’ve fantasized about this ever since we first met,” Trish confessed. “I’ve always been so nervous around you because of how you make me feel.”

“I hope I can live up to your expectations,” Jenny remarked.

“You’ve already surpassed them.”

Jenny was touched by Trish’s soul-baring honesty, but not surprised. They clicked from the moment they first met, and over the past few months Jenny started feeling sexually attracted to Trish. Past relationships with girls were just fun distractions, but this was so different that Jenny felt scared of hurting Trish or being hurt. Break-ups were emotional train wrecks and Jenny avoided them by keeping relationships with people casual, but in Trish’s case that line had been crossed.

Jenny worked a knee between Trish’s legs and teasingly rubbed it against her crotch. Trish softly groaned. She eagerly rubbed her pussy on the knee and enjoyed the tingling sensations of excitement it created. Trish was still overwhelmed by the turn of events that had gotten her into this fabulous position with the girl she’d grown to love and could scarcely believe it was really happening. 

“Tell me this isn’t a dream,” Trish whispered, moved almost to the point of tears.

For Jenny it was a gift to be able to bring happiness to her closest friend. “Open my blouse and touch me if you need to be convinced.”

Trish silently accepted the welcome invitation. After their feverish tongue kissing resumed, Jenny felt a tugging as her blouse buttons popped open. Warm hands caressed her smooth belly, and then moved up and fondled her bare breasts. Jenny’s bare mounds felt incredible against Trish’s palms and fingers. She pinched and twisted on the swollen nipples and nipple rings, rewarded by Jenny’s soft moaning. 

“Harder,” Jenny whispered. “Make it hurt.”

Trish was eager to satisfy and twisted on both nipples until Jenny’s body tensed and jerked from the resulting sting. She threaded her pinky fingers through the nipple rings and tugged, delivering the requested stinging Jenny had grown to enjoy. Jenny reciprocated and pushed Trish’s T-shirt up, reached underneath, and caressed her small, perky breasts. The nipples were already at full attention and welcomed stimulation.

“If you get me any hotter, you better not stop.” It had been over a year since Trish had been with anyone and the long dry spell made it difficult to come to a crashing halt in the middle of an erotic encounter. 

Jenny delivered a final kiss and stepped back. “Next Friday night. No more finals to worry about and no more stress. We pull out all the stops.”

Trish saw her friend off and knew that she wouldn’t be able to concentrate until she climaxed. She retreated to her bedroom, turned on a classic music station, and retrieved her second best friend from the bedside table. She called it Reddick for obvious reasons. It was the most reliable friend she’d ever had.

Chapter Two

They left town behind them and drove north in Jenny’s economy compact two-door. Jenny hadn’t yet decided what color it was. The hood and right fender were the only original panels that remained. The doors, trunk, and other fenders were a variety of mismatched colors, splattered with rust spots and scratches. Life hadn’t treated the car very well. The interior was all original. In poor shape, but at least the tan color was consistent throughout.

The girls dressed warm for their night out. Both wore denim jeans. Trish wore a thick red sweater, while Jenny had opted for a more casual over-sized gray sweatshirt. In the back seat were pillows and blankets, just in case the temperature dropped. It was almost summer but the girls had planned for any contingency.

“I know you’re obsessed with death and stuff, but tell me again why we’re doing this tonight.” Trish was a logical person and needed to hear a logical reason for participating in such strange behavior. 

“I’m convinced spirits exist; where better to go than a cemetery? That’s where they have a physical connection. So I’m hoping to make contact with one. I’ve done some research and they say only strong spirits can bridge the gap between their world and ours. I think I might have found one.”

“I thought cemeteries were in town?” Trish had grown concerned, uncertain if she could follow through with their deal. It sounded okay a week ago, but now she felt frightened.

“Not the old ones. There’s a church outside of town. It’s a crumbling ruin now, but the cemetery is still there. And about sixty graves. One of them is where a serial rapist is buried, only nobody knew of it until just recently. The guy assumed a new identity, and in the early 1800’s there was no way of uncovering that. I think his spirit might be strong enough to bridge the gap.”

Trish shook her head in disbelief. Even though she didn’t share Jenny’s views, the thought frightened her even more. “We’re going to some old church cemetery to see if a serial rapist can enter our world. Would we even want him in our world? I mean, think about it.”

Jenny laughed. “At most, it would be an apparition. Sure, it might scare the crap out of us, but that’s all. It’s not like he’s going to be reborn or anything. I really doubt it’s going to be more than an uncomfortable night of sleep, but we have to at least try. You should have your mind on that mind-blowing orgasm, not the possibility of some errant spirit from the ever after.”

Trish had to admit she’d been thinking and dreaming of being intimate with Jenny 24/7 since their last brief encounter. It had been a real distraction, detracting from her last-minute cram sessions and final tests. Jenny must have sensed her apprehension because a hand reached over and started caressing a thigh through her denim jeans. Trish slid her legs apart, closed her eyes, and leaned back in her seat and enjoyed the contact.

“How much further is it?” Trish asked.

“Five minutes in a Ferrari, but in this car more like twenty.” Jenny always joked about her mode of transportation, but never complained. Despite its horrific appearance and slow top speed, it never failed to provide.

Trish was increasingly apprehensive the closer they got. It didn’t help that a fog had developed and clung to the ground. It was an eerie effect that wasn’t helping Trish’s nerves. As the car turned onto a dirt road they saw the crumbled walls and foundation of a church shrouded in mist. Jenny seemed excited by the prospect of searching for spirits, but Trish was anything but. It took a great deal of courage for her to leave the relative safety of the car, and once outside she kept very close to Jenny.

Jenny searched the graves, using a flashlight to look for names and dates. Most were identified by small carved stone markers or crosses. They searched row by row. Occasionally Jenny stopped and ripped out overgrown weeds to verify the names of those entombed beneath the earth. Finally she located the grave she sought and excitedly encouraged Trish to view the marker. Trish tried to look excited too but failed miserably.

“That’s okay; you don’t have to fake it. Let’s get comfortable and fool around.” Jenny placed a blanket on the ground and both girls settled down on the lumpy ground. The thick weeds acted as a mattress of sorts, and softened the otherwise hard and rocky ground.

Trish’s heart rate spiked when Jenny turned off the flashlight, immersing them in total darkness. Clouds blocked whatever light that otherwise might have been afforded by the moon and stars. Her stomach twisted into a tight knot and her blood turned cold from fear.

“Relax. I know it’s creepy at first, but you’ll get used to it. Trust me.” Jenny leaned forward and hugged Trish reassuringly. Their soft, full lips met and kissed. Within a few seconds Trish’s tensed body relaxed slightly and her tongue pushed into Jenny’s warm, welcoming mouth.

As they gently tongue-kissed the fog increased and cloaked them in a veil of mist. Tiny droplets of moisture clung to their skin and clothing, and they shuddered from the sudden drop in temperature. The girls hugged tighter, more to ward off the sudden chill than anything else. Despite the chill Jenny briefly pulled away from Trish and pulled her sweatshirt off. Trish followed her example and removed her sweater. The cool air quickly stiffened their nipples.

“Let’s get our jeans off and crawl under that other blanket.” Jenny winked as she suggested it, but Trish never saw that.

The girls lay down on one blanket and pulled the other over their nearly naked bodies. They hugged and shivered beneath the king-sized down comforter for several moments to regain the warmth that had been stolen by the foggy chill. Then their tender kissing resumed, and the tentative touching started. Trish had been anticipating this moment all week. The supple mounds felt silky soft and incredibly warm and the large nipples throbbed between her fingertips. She knew Jenny liked it rough, and Trish pinched and twisted hard on the rubbery nubs.

“You’re the one that’s supposed to get the mind-blowing orgasm.” Jenny didn’t mind kissing and fondling with other women, but she’d never gone down on one. If she ever considered trying it Trish would have been the one, but Jenny had no plans of going there.

Jenny reached an arm out from under the warmth and safety of the blanket and felt for her bag. Her hand slipped inside and searched for the toys she’d brought along for the occasion. Once in hand she slipped them underneath the blanket to surprise Trish. 

“What are you doing?” Trish sensed Jenny was up to something and her suspicions were confirmed when she felt cold steel on one wrist and the tell-tale clicking of cuffs being tightened.

“Making sure you’re the one that has the fun.” Jenny was adamant. As she tried to place the cuffs on the other wrist Trish playfully resisted, but Jenny was determined and surprisingly strong.

Trish surrendered to Jenny since she was pretty much helpless anyway. She’d never used handcuffs before and she had to admit it was strangely arousing. A few seconds later Jenny grasped Trish’s panties and tugged them down her legs. More as a joke than anything else, she pressed the panties into Trish’s mouth as a gag. Trish’s muffled giggles indicated she was enjoying the role playing.

Jenny knew about Reddick and had snuck it out of the apartment as Trish had packed a few things for their trip in another room. It remained close by as Jenny settled down on her right side beside her best friend. Jenny gently caressed Trish’s soft, quivering inner thighs with her left hand as her right arm moved beneath Trish’s neck and hugged her tightly. Their parted lips pressed tightly together as warm tongues extended and entwined in passionate kissing. When Trish wanted more she slid her feet up, raising the knees, and parted her supple thighs. 

Jenny took the hint. Her fingers closed in on Trish’s pussy and lightly caressed the moist outer folds. A middle finger pushed between the folds and entered the hot canyon of flesh within. Trish groaned and shuddered in delight as the long-awaited moment had finally arrived. Hot nectar seeped from her pussy as Jenny tenderly probed and explored the recesses. Jenny intentionally avoided the clit as she continued the teasing and slowly built up the excitement.

Unbeknownst to the girls, sexual energy radiated from their erotic embrace like a beacon in the night. Nearby spirits were drawn to the location, lured from the graves that littered the overgrown field. The unseen forces criss-crossed the area in another dimension, craving what they once knew. None could bridge the dimension that separated them, but one spirit was only now awakening from his slumber.

Jenny broke their heated kissing and nibbled on Trish’s ear and neck. Now a fingertip lightly flicked on the clit and quickly retreated. She continued the relentless teasing, feeling Trish’s body tensing up as the clit was touched and relaxing when her fingertip pulled away. Heavy breathing and soft moaning could be heard beneath the blanket as Trish’s sexual tension increased. Jenny knew how badly her friend wanted to climax, and now reached for Reddick.

Trish felt the familiar tip of her second best friend as it pushed between the moist outer folds and into her juicy slit. Jenny rubbed it up and down her slit for a small while, getting Trish steamed up for entry. When the rounded tip was pressing at the opening Jenny pushed just the tip inside. Trish came alive and began anxiously pumping her hips and writhing on the blanket, wanting it deeper. Jenny smiled into the darkness, enjoying being in the driver’s seat. She maintained the teasing longer until Trish pleaded for more.

Jenny relented and thrust Reddick deeper. It met with resistance as Trish’s tight pussy walls reluctantly yielded to its entry. It moved back and forth and inched a little deeper with each thrust. Jenny worked it inside until all but a handhold remained. Trish groaned aloud as Reddick fucked her hot, wet pussy and Jenny now licked and sucked on a breast and throbbing nipple.

Trish was almost disappointed when she climaxed very fast and suddenly. She’d been anticipating this for so long and wanted it to last all night, but fate would rule otherwise. Her body tensed and wildly thrashed in the throes of ecstasy. A sudden surge of juice oozed from her pussy and Reddick noisily squished as it continued fucking her. Her back arched and head rocked from side to side. Trish groaned loudly as she savored the intense orgasm. It came on fast and was gone almost as quickly, but it had been extremely intense. Jenny withdrew Reddick from her pussy as Trish relaxed, exhausted and breathless, and drifted off into sleep.

Trish partially awoke as a rock under her back grew bothersome. She rolled off her back and onto her left side and noticed the temperature had dropped even lower. She shivered and then tensed as she sensed the presence of something nearby. The bottom of the comforter lifted as if a strong breeze had suddenly sprung up. When Trish reached to pull it down she realized her wrists were still handcuffed together. The breeze continued for several seconds and then died down. And then she realized something more had happened. 

Her heart raced when Trish felt a weight upon her. She was rolled onto her back, that annoying rock pressing against her again. Her entire body was pinned to the ground and she was unable to move. The air turned cold and heavy. She tried to scream but found herself incapable of speech. Trish wasn’t sure if she actually heard evil, mocking laughter, or if it was imagined. Pressure forced her legs far apart, and something rubbed against her pussy lips. It wasn’t fingers, but it was more than pressure, it was…indescribable, totally weird, erotic, and frightening. 

And then it happened. The strangest thing she could have ever imagined. The spirit, or whatever it was, pushed into her pussy. He, it, was bigger than any toy she’d ever used. Her pussy walls stretched as the head popped inside, and then started working deeper into her tight canal. It hurt but it felt good at the same time. She was quickly aroused. There was a fire in her belly and she shuddered with excitement. Wetness seeped from her anxious flesh as an invisible penis thrust deeply into it. Her back arched and hips gyrated, positioning her pussy so that the large, swollen penis slid in more easily. It forced her tight walls apart as it drove ever deeper.

It was as if a thousand fingers were touching her all at once. Her face, legs, stomach, ass, breasts, and nipples were all being touched at the same time. It was as if she was naked in a crowd of men, each of them grasping for an area of her body. Some of the fingers roughly pinched and twisted, causing brief jolts of sharp pain, and others fondled her tenderly. It was incredibly frightening and intensely exciting all at the same time. The feeling of complete helplessness added an erotic twist as she was pinned to the ground by some unseen force.

Trish felt her juicy pussy stretching to accommodate the large size of whatever it was thrusting into her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, her body responded to the challenge and swallowed more of him inside. The pressure and pain was real, sated by powerful tingling delight that soothed her shuddering flesh. Her mind was convinced it was a dream, a nightmare, or a devious combination of both. That belief was the only grasp she had on her own sanity.
She felt the imagined penis fully withdrawing, and then plunging deeply inside, It was a long journey until her pussy took the full length. It rapidly withdrew and continued its thrusting. Trish screamed and groaned and twitched wildly on the blanket that covered the grave of a sexual monster although the sounds never left her lips. Her flowing nectar dripped from her pussy onto the blanket, seeped through the fabric, and was absorbed into the soil below. The spirit fed upon her sexual energy and allowed it to relive the glory days, if but for a moment.

Trish felt the impending orgasm. Her toes curled and body tensed as a powerful wave of tingling delight washed over her. Trish tensed and jerked under the pressure that pinned her to the ground, and screamed into the invisible hand that covered her mouth. At the peak of her orgasm she lost consciousness, or at least dreamed it.

EPILOGUE

“Are you almost ready? We have to go, Trish.” Jenny was irritated. She wanted to get into the car and get going. This was a terrific find, and only two hours away. 

Trish emerged from the bathroom. Her blonde hair was dyed black, and several piercings adorned her face and body. Both were dressed in black jeans and long-sleeved black button-up blouses. Jenny loved the change in her best friend. They were closer than ever; even if their boyfriends didn’t get along. A morgue attendant and computer science major didn’t have much in common.

“So tell me again why we’re doing this.”

Jenny laughed and thought “You can take the girl out of the country, but can’t take the country out of the girl.” She grabbed Trish by the arm and propelled her towards the door.

“This guy was widely known as a womanizer, and was suspected of forcing himself on more than a few women. None filed charges, but recovered documents revealed he may have been a serial rapist. I doubt it’ll be anything more than an apparition, but…”

A wide grin appeared on Trish’s face.