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Ghost intro f/f

jypsyjones

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Hi there,

This story, and others like it, was first posted on www.adultsexygames.com I just thought I'd put them here and see what everyone else thought of them. However, if you're underage or offended by stories written about sexual scenes please do not read this. Similarly, this is a complete and utter work of fiction. Any similarities between this and anybody on the planet is purely coincidental and weird as all hell!

Thanks,

JJ





Ghost:

Intro: 19/08/2005

Jane rode the antique elevator up to the third floor apartment. The building was old but had recently been refurbished. All the electrics, gas and water works were new and the floors no longer squeaked and groaned whenever somebody walked on them. The structure was over a hundred years old, built back before 1900 in what was then an out of town village. Nowadays it was part of Edinburgh proper, though not particularly near the city centre. Jane was looking for a place of her own. She’d recently graduated from UCL, getting a first in psychology, and she was about to join Edinburgh University to do a Masters on her subject. For that she wanted her own place to stay.

Outside the apartment stood the landlord waiting for Jane to arrive. He was a very elderly man, over eighty, and a veteran of the Second World War. He’d offered her a look around the apartment he was letting. They shook hands and he opened the front door. Jane walked inside and gasped. It was colossal! The landlord, Errol West, made his way hesitantly inside, moving slowly due to an old wound. He took her around, pointing out the details of the kitchen, living room, bedroom and the bathroom.

All the modern fittings were at odds to the surprisingly ancient feel of the place. Aside from the built in cupboards and wardrobes, the only furniture present that seemed to fit the atmosphere was a huge four poster bed that was built into the bedroom floor. Jane lent on the mattress to check how new it was. It seemed old but still strong. The apartment was twice the size of many other places she’d seen and half the rent. Jane asked why it was so cheep. West folded his hands and looked away, bashfully.

“Um… it’s… err…” he said. Jane looked at him, wondering what the matter was. The old man tried more um’s and err’s before finally seeming to give in

“Well, Miss Walker, there’s those that say the apartment’s haunted.” He looked at her imploringly. Jane returned his stare, waiting for him to say he was joking, but his face remained locked in a grimace of utmost sincerity.

“Seriously?” was all she could say. He nodded.

“No way!” Her laughter took him aback. He nodded again.

“Edinburgh has quite a history of ghosts and the like,” he continued, by way of explanation. “Some time after it was built, around 1925, this whole house was home to a rich Scottish industrialist who was devoutly religious. He had many sons but only one daughter, who was incredibly beautiful. The father believed that the way to heaven was through a good life on earth… a ‘good’ life being made up of the utmost piety. Realising his daughter would struggle to lead such a life, with her looks and his wealth, he endeavoured to keep her locked away from the world, in the rooms at the top of the house… the rooms that now make up this apartment.

“The only contact she had with anyone was through her father and her governess, who he employed to teach his daughter and who was very strict. The girl never got to enjoy her life at all. She was taken by consumption at an early age. It is said that her spirit remained, walking these floors… looking for the life and love that was denied her.” He paused a moment to clear his throat.

“Anyway,” he went on, in a less melancholic voice, “The last couple of people who’ve rented this place have stayed barely a few days before clearing out without so much as a goodbye! It was in the papers by the third one and since then I’ve had the devil’s own trouble letting it.”

Jane walked around for a moment. She could picture the young girl, sitting in this room, reading by the light of the window and imagining all the things she was missing. She fell silent for a moment before being brought back to the present by the landlord.

“You interested, Miss Walker?” he asked. Jane had studied the theoretical principles of ghosts in some detail during her degree. The thought she might actually be living with one was quite exciting. Turning to the elderly landlord, she smiled and told him she’d take it.

The contracts and such like took a week to sort out but, the day after completion, Jane proudly unlocked the door of her new apartment for the first time. Moving in took no time at all. She had travelled extensively in recent years and knew the value of light luggage. The only things of any weight were her books and Terry carried those. He was the kid brother of Jane’s oldest friend and he’d come up from London with her to help her move in and to see his sister.

Lucy was almost exactly the same age as Jane and had grown up next door to her, back in London. They’d been best friends since they could speak and had gone through life together right up till university, where Lucy went to Edinburgh to do medicine while Jane stayed in London for her psychology degree. Jane’s choice of university for her Masters had been influenced in no small way by her friend. They were both really excited to be living in the same city as adults.

“I can’t wait to show you the Establishment!” Lucy’s voice was positively bubbling with girlish with enthusiasm.

“What are you doing with the ‘establishment,’ Lucy?” asked Jane, “You were always very much against it!” The other girl laughed.

“I didn’t mean the authoritarian dictatorship we all know and hate, Janie, I meant the night club!”

They both laughed. Terry walked in, a box under each arm

“Well I’m glad you two are enjoying yourselves while I lug all this stuff around,” he grumbled, but not seriously. Terry was six five and built like an ox. Where Jane could barely manage a single box, he took three without breaking a sweat.

“Well that was the last of them,” replied Lucy, “So stop complaining and let’s go have some fun.” Terry and Jane agreed and all three walked out to enjoy the rest of evening.

All was still in the apartment as they left… but a careful, if slightly paranoid, observer might have suggested that it wasn’t quite… empty. A faint draft seemed to be blowing through… but there weren’t any windows open. It reached the pile of bags and boxes. Suddenly the buckles holding one of Jane’s rucksacks together clipped open… and her possessions began to move out.

Jane woke up and soon wished she hadn’t. She pushed the duvet off and half walked half crawled to the bathroom. Mercifully, alongside her other toiletries, there was a jar of aspirin next to the basin. Jane gratefully gulped down two, washing them down with cool water from the tap. She walked back to her room and sat down on the bed. Jane was about to lie down and go back to sleep when she hesitated… Something was wrong… with the bed. She hadn’t bothered making it the previous night. It had been her intention to do so today, after crashing in her sleeping bag on her first night. Yet here she was sitting on crisp, clean sheets and a fresh duvet. Had she really made it up last night?

Memories of the previous evening fluttered uneasily across her brain. Going out with Lucy was always prone to drunkenness but with Terry there… Lucy’s brother played regular rugby and had an attitude and tolerance to drinking that beggared belief. Jane recalled her attempts, along with Lucy, to keep up. The recollections seemed to stop after one or two o’clock in the morning. She smiled ruefully. It seemed that Edinburgh was going to be even more fun than London!

Standing up she went out into the living room which also acted as a hallway. She’d intended to go to the kitchen for a mug of water but was stopped dead in her tracks. The boxes her books had been in were empty and had been folded and stacked neatly near the door, her empty bags besides them. Feeling a little panicked, Jane searched around for her stuff. It couldn’t have been stolen, could it?

She was close to calling the police when she finally opened one of the cupboards in her bedroom. Her clothes were either folded neatly onto shelves or hung perfectly on rails. The books were all grouped together according to subject, the large textbooks on the lower shelves while the few novels were up high. All her stuff had been unpacked and put away.

‘I must’ve been wasted last night to do all this,’ thought Jane. She shrugged her shoulders, grabbed her dressing gown, slippers and towel and went into the bathroom, which was connected to the living room and the bedroom. She was wearing last night’s panties and her usual sleeping T-shirt which extended down just to the very top of her legs. She examined the body that faced her in the mirror.

Shoulder length chestnut hair with slight curls… a pretty face, if she said so herself, with long, delicate eyelashes, eyes the exact same colour as her hair and a perfectly normal nose… slim shoulders… nice sized breasts, standing proud of her chest… a flat stomach and long, toned legs. It was a good body! She just couldn’t seem to find anyone else who agreed.

Sighing slightly she pulled off her T-shirt. As she did she felt a slight sensation of coldness enter the room… a breeze that hadn’t been there before. She felt it touch her body, sliding around like long, graceful… fingers of wind caressing her. It caused her to shiver slightly. Pulling on the dressing gown, Jane set about brushing her teeth. The coldness no longer affected her and she assumed it had just been a slight draught. Finishing up with her toothbrush she leaned close to the mirror looking at her face closely. There were no unexpected imperfections so she removed her dressing gown and her panties and leaned into the shower, turning it on.

As the shower burst too life, the breeze touched her again, brushing up against her naked ass. Jane turned round sharply, but there was nothing there. She pulled the dressing gown back on and walked round the apartment quickly, but there was nothing… no open windows or other feelings of coldness. Shaking her head slightly, Jane returned to the bathroom, disrobed and stepped into the shower.

Under the hot water she instantly felt better, the cobwebs of last night gradually washing away. Jane smiled to herself at some of her recollections. Both Lucy and Terry had wondered why Jane hadn’t asked to live with Lucy. She’d smiled and given two reasons. Firstly, Lucy’s flat was full and she didn’t want to ask Lucy to kick anybody out. Secondly, living with Lucy would be one big party. As tempting as that sounded, Jane’s Masters and Lucy’s last year of medicine would be challenging enough! There was also a third reason, which she hadn’t mentioned. Jane and Lucy were as close as two people, who weren’t related, could be.

They’d grown up together, gone through the trials of adolescence with each other, dated boys, travelled together and, however briefly, lived together. During that time their friendship had always been strong. Whenever one of them had a problem, they’d always known the other would be there to share it. One time, however, they had both had the same problem simultaneously.

Aged seventeen, a few weeks before their A-levels, both girls split up with their boyfriends. Lucy was always the more carefree of the two girls, but they had both invested a lot in each relationship and both were inconsolable. They had each found out that their partner was sleeping with someone else and were sent flying by the revelation. They’d met at Lucy’s house where they’d cried and cried and cried, got drunk, cried, ate ice cream, cried and finally they cried some more. After several bottles of wine they both vowed never to see boys again. Sealing their pact they’d hugged together closely.

It went on for longer than might have been comfortable… Jane had always felt a bond with Lucy, and Lucy felt the same, but Jane suddenly felt like she wanted something more. Lucy was the vivacious one, the sexier one, the one who was first on the dance floor and first to be chatted up. Jane had always felt a little removed from that. Not by choice… she just couldn’t let go in the same easy way. If Lucy wasn’t there, Jane found it really hard to have a good time. Also, Lucy was so gorgeous, so friendly and so sexy… if there was one person in her life Jane wanted to remain friends with it was Lucy…

Yet, when they’d hugged that time, after their boyfriends both dumped them, Jane had felt a heat inside she hadn’t encountered before, an almost irrepressible desiring and yearning that surged throughout her body in a way that would’ve been exhilarating had it not been so frightening. She wanted her friend, and not just as a friend, but as a companion and partner and… lover… The realisation was almost as breathtaking as the initial heat had been, but Jane hesitated.

What if Lucy didn’t like her like that? What if her friend was disgusted by this sudden lesbianism? What if it was just the wine talking, that and the awfulness of men? What if this? What if that? What if, what if, what if… Jane thought all this in one long, drawn out heartbeat and decided that her desire wasn’t worth her friendship. If anything was to happen it would have to be Lucy who started it.

However, Lucy eventually just let go of Jane with a smile and said how silly they were being, and the moment was gone. Instead, they survived the trauma of bad break-ups, got good A-levels and went to different colleges. Since then Jane had had a couple of boyfriend’s, but nothing long term. As she stood in the shower she thought of Lucy… her body, her face, her eyes… She thought of how they’d danced last night, close together, like a couple, surrounded by men ogling them.

Without realising it, Jane’s hands were fondling her breasts. They’d moved there of their own volition, squeezing her 34C chest and lightly touching the nipples. She gasped and dropped her hands, sickened by what she was doing. She couldn’t do that! Not while she was thinking about Lucy. Jane quickly washed and stopped her shower.

As she did so she felt how cold it was in the room. It was positively glacial and she began shivering quickly. Wrapping herself up in her towel and dressing gown she went through to her bedroom where it was warmer, but the coldness seemed to follow her through. Jane sat on the bed and started to dry herself but the cold air was all around her again. It was making her so tired! She tried to rise… to get up… but couldn’t stop herself from falling asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED…
 
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