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Ghost Chapter 3: The Legacy by Jen Jones
Both Nicky and Jane's faces widened in shock. They scrambled out of bed,
pulling on their sodden panties, but couldn't find Nicky's clothes anywhere!
Where had Jane put them? Grabbing the closest thing to hand, Jane threw
the white negligee back on while silently indicating that Nicky should try
and find her clothes and then come out. Sorting the bed as best she could
she went out, tying the straps of her slip while she walked.
Lucy came bouncing through the front door with a smile and a hug, pulling
back for a moment to admire Jane's dress. Jane blushed. It was still very
revealing and Lucy raised her eyebrows as she spoke.
"That's a hot little number, Janie. Who's the lucky guy?" As the colour
in her face blossomed Jane spluttered something about finding it in the
apartment and trying it on. She led Lucy to her couch and they sat down.
Lucy couldn't seem to stop looking at the negligee. She kept looking at
Jane and brushing her hand against her, against the dress. Jane was a
little embarrassed. Here she was, in a new town with an old friend, and
there was another woman in the apartment that she'd just slept with!
Jane looked at her friend. God Lucy was hot! She had the bluest, deepest
eyes imaginable and complemented them with her long, straight blonde hair
that she'd pulled back into a ponytail. She had the same glasses marks as
Nicky and the same cute button nose. They were both the same height and
each had a gorgeous body. In fact, Lucy shared a lot of similarities with
the reporter. She was wearing her tight little cut-off shorts that stopped
right beneath her ass, which was very similar to the beautiful, full shape
of the journalist's derriere. On top she had a simple white cotton T-shirt
with no arms, the better to take advantage of the brief Edinburgh summer.
The loose fit of the T-shirt concealed her large, full breasts, breasts that
were even bigger than the reporter's. For footwear she had two slip on
sandals. That, plus a handbag, was all she had with her. Jane, her lesbian
desire truly awakened, had found herself checking out Lucy's ass as she
walked. She agreed with her earlier assessment: Lucy was hot! Jane shook
her head ruefully and went over to where her friend was sitting on the
couch.
Lucy was talking about the previous night, especially about how they'd
danced together. Jane laughed at the memory... the entire dance floor had
seemed to watch them as they'd got close. There'd been many a bulge in many
a man's trouser, or so Lucy had observed. Jane laughed again. She loved
her friend's confidence, especially the way she wasn't arrogant or self
important, at least not to Jane. The two of the talked a few moments before
Jane stood up to go and make some tea. With a start she saw Nicky's shirt
and jacket in a heap near the couch. Lucy hadn't seen them but if she did
what would she think...? And Nicky was still in the apartment! Jane had a
serious conundrum to contend with.
She managed to drag Nicky's clothes into the kitchen with her and stuffed
them into an empty cupboard. Fortunately she still had several mugs left,
the only crockery she'd brought with her from home, so she could make tea.
The pot was just about ready when she heard a commotion in the living room.
Nicky had come out of the bedroom and had seen Lucy. Jane went out to
explain things. It was lucky she didn't have the tea because she would've
dropped both cups. Nicky was standing barefoot in the bedroom doorway
looking absolutely stunning. The journalist had pulled her hair back,
applied some swift make up and was dressed in one of the black negligees.
The thin silk of the slip served to emphasize her exquisite curves while the
top half was a little too small to conceal her ample bosom... It pushed her
breasts out, over the top of the dress, straining to break free. Jane felt
a stirring in her loins just as her stomach turned to lead. What was Lucy
going to think?
Lucy was staring boggle eyed at the bewitching creature in front of her.
It had been hard enough coping with Jane looking sexy as hell but now she
had to contend with two beautiful women strutting their stuff in front of
her? It made her heart ache and her body warm... they were just too damn
sexy! Trying to maintain her outer appearance of calm, Lucy casually asked
who the... strangely familiar woman in front of her was.
Trying to maintain her outer appearance of calm, Jane casually introduced
Nicky to Lucy, Lucy to Nicky explaining that Nicky was a journalist
investigating a story about the apartment.
Trying to maintain her outer appearance of calm, Nicky casually shook
Lucy's hand. She recognised Lucy... had seen her somewhere before...
"Well, now everybody's introduced... time for tea!" Jane's voice was
squeaky from tension and she practically ran into the kitchen.
"I'll just help her!" Both Lucy and Nicky spoke simultaneously but the
reporter got away first, walking quickly into the kitchen. Lucy slowly
dropped to the couch, watching the journalist walking away, her ass swaying
with each step... tantalisingly swishing up the bottom of her dress...
'Christ,' thought Lucy, 'I know that girl! She's sometimes around at the
club...'
"I think I've seen her about in the club!" Nicky's voice was quiet but
forceful. She definitely knew Lucy and she reckoned it was from a gay bar
come nightclub near the centre of town.
"What club?" asked Jane. She was pouring out three cups of tea but her
hands were shaking as she did so. What was going to happen?
"You know," replied Nicky, "A club where you'd go to meet other women!"
"What?" Jane was genuinely shocked. Lucy couldn't possibly be a
lesbian... could she...? Years of doubt suddenly rolled away. Any woman
could be a lesbian, surely, and if Lucy were one...? But it wasn't the time
to think about that now... or was it? Perhaps they could tell if Lucy
really was a lesbian. Besides, Nicky was looking pretty damn hot... If
ever there was a pair of women fit to find out, it was the two of them.
Jane finished making the tea and put the three cups onto the tray. Nicky,
who was facing away from Jane and taking furtive looks at the doorway, as if
expecting Lucy to burst through, suddenly paused her fidgeting. Jane had
come from behind and placed her hands on Nicky's breasts and pussy, pulling
the journalist close until she was hard against Jane's body.
"Want to have some fun?" asked the student, whispering into the reporter's
ear. Her voice was so sexually charged that Nicky almost came there and
then.
Lucy wondered what was taking so long. The two of them had gone through the
kitchen swing door at least five minutes ago and hadn't returned. Perhaps
they were kissing? The thought sent a not inconsiderable shockwave through
her, but she felt the familiar logic stifle her imaginings: it would be too
much to hope that Jane was a lesbian. She always had a string of boys dying
to take her out and they respected her far more than they ever did Lucy.
Lucy had come to lesbianism after a particularly bad break-up. Jane had
helped her through it, with copious amounts of alcohol, and they'd vowed
never to see boys again. They'd hugged to seal the bond and as they touched
Lucy felt a sexual thrill such like she'd never known. She'd pulled away
and made an excuse for doing so but the truth was she'd desperately wanted
to make love to Jane but had been afraid of what Jane might do if she tried.
Now, over four years on, she wondered how Jane would cope with finding out
her friend was a lesbian... She'd probably freak out. But what was that
other woman doing here? Dressed like Jane and almost as sexy! Wasn't she a
regular at the gay club? And if so, what did that say about Jane? But Jane
had only been in Edinburgh one night? It was all so confusing. Lucy was in
quite a quandary when Jane and Nicky returned.
They brought tea with them. All three took a cup and Jane sat next to Lucy
on the sofa while Nicky sat down on the floor in front of them, her legs
crossed over. Lucy had to stop herself from staring at the journalist's
partially revealed panties... The negligee had ridden up her legs and was
barely covering anything, what with Nicky's breasts trying to break free!
Lucy felt weak kneed and aroused. They drank their tea and chatted about
how Jane and Nicky had met... because of the ghost. Nicky filled in some
details from her researches: how the ghost was an unfulfilled girl who was
waiting for the release granted through lesbian relationships. It wasn't
what she'd heard but it was what Jane had suggested she say. Jane agreed,
mentioning that she'd had the most bizarre dream the previous night. It was
about a girl who got tickled close to orgasm by this older woman but didn't
quite reach release. She'd gone on to die of consumption because of the
loneliness that rejection had caused. Lucy stayed fairly quiet... just
trying to stop her body from shivering with sexual desire.
When they'd finished their tea Jane took the cups and went back to the
kitchen. As she'd taken Lucy's her finger had gently run along the woman's
hand. The feeling sent a shock up Lucy's arm. It'd taken all her self
control not to moan. She watched Jane walking to the kitchen. Her body was
a little thinner than Nicky's, a toned physique as a pose to the reporter's
more curvaceous shape. Still, when Jane swung her hips you took notice!
Left alone with the journalist she smiled in the way of people who don't
know each other yet are thrown together. Nicky looked at the kitchen as if
to check that Jane was genuinely in there before springing up and sitting
next to Lucy.
"Lucy, I have to say something about Jane." Nicky's tone was fast and
serious. Lucy looked at her in surprise. Jane was her friend and was in
the next room while she didn't know this person at all! Nicky didn't seem
to mind that, she just continued.
"I think she's been taken over by the ghost. If she doesn't get release
soon she'll be lost forever. We have to tickle her until she orgasms so
that the ghost is released." Lucy was amazed. What the hell was she
supposed to say to that? She was about to give Nicky a good piece of her
mind when in walked Jane. As if on cue, Nicky stood up... or at least she
got up. Standing up for Nicky seemed to involve straightening her legs and
then moving her back straight. For one long, long moment, Lucy found
herself staring at the journalist's gorgeous ass, bent over in front of her.
Encased in the soft black silk it practically begged for someone to reach
out and grab it. The reporter said she just needed to go and freshen up
before walking out to the bedroom, which was connected to the bathroom.
As soon as Nicky was out of the room Jane sat next to Lucy, bringing her
arm up against the back of the chair. Trying hard not stare at Jane's
cleavage as it was pushed together, Lucy was about to tell her friend about
the journalist's extraordinary statement when Jane beat her to it.
"Lucy, there's something you should know about Nicky. I think she's been
taken over by the ghost. If she doesn't get release soon she'll be lost
forever. We have to tickle her until she orgasms so that the ghost is
released." Lucy was flabbergasted! What on earth was going on? She tried
to explain her incomprehension when Jane grabbed her hands and pulled them
against her chest. Looking Lucy straight in the eye, Jane told her, as
sincerely as she could:
"Lucy, trust me. It's for her own good." Lucy could only nod. She could
feel Jane's glorious breasts through the incredibly soft material of the
negligee. Happy at Lucy's answer, Jane let her hands go... and Lucy felt
her heart thump as she took her hands away from her friend's body. Her
heart continued thumping and only sped up when Nicky walked in. The
brunette journalist took a few graceful steps into the room and stood before
them. Jane stood up and both women, dressed in their white and black
negligees, with nothing but their white and black panties on underneath
stood in front of Lucy. She looked up at the two of them, her desire for
both women threatening to override her self control. Quick as a whip, Jane
turned and grabbed Nicky, tickling her on her ribs.
"Nuh... nuh... noooo!" cried the journalist, thrashing against Jane
fingers. Jane looked at Lucy and cried out for her to come and help, but
Lucy couldn't move... the two beauties wrestling each other in front of her
was the most arousing thing she'd ever seen. Already her panties were
soaked through with months of unintended sexual abstinence making itself
very much known in her pussy and her breasts! Nicky counter attacked and
drove her long fingers against Jane, causing the student to lose the
initiative. Falling down onto her ass, Jane was quickly pinned by Nicky who
sat across her stomach and tickled Jane's neck. This unfortunately left her
feet adjacent to Jane's fingers. Nicky hadn't been tickled on her feet that
day... that was about to change.
She shrieked and bucked and fell off Jane completely. Using the temporary
respite and finding Nicky in the desirable position of face down on the
floor, Jane sat on her friend's legs and waited... until Nicky new exactly
what was coming.
"No, Jane, no...! Not my feet... Not my, NO!" The shriek was colossal.
Despite spending a lot of her day walking around pursuing stories, Nicky had
soft, delicate feet. This was because of her monthly pedicure. The last
one had been just two days before... Her feet were at their absolute
softest. She bucked, she screamed, she yelled, she did everything she
could, but to no avail. Jane had her down tight... which was why it was a
surprise when Jane suddenly moved off.
Lucy had entered the fray and was tickling Jane for all she was worth. The
desire to touch Jane's body had got so great that she was trying to do it
all at once. Her fingers were all over Jane, on her ribs, on her arms, on
her legs, on her ass, on her breasts and on her pussy, rubbing against
Jane's panties. Lucy was so caught up in her tickling she didn't notice
Nicky behind her...
The attack started under her arms. Nicky, by now practiced in the tickling
arts, stuck her fingers through the holes offered by Lucy's sleeveless
T-shirt. It felt like an electric shock to Lucy! She squeezed her arms
together but all that did was force Nicky's fingers to remain in that one
place. Pulling back slightly, Nicky manoeuvred the blonde off Jane and
pulled her to the ground, her fingers locked inside Lucy's arms, tickling
constantly. Free of her friend's assault, and also quite turned on by it,
Jane came over and sat slightly on her friend's tummy. Nicky stopped her
tickling for a moment to allow Lucy to hear what was about to happen.
"I think the ghost is in you, Lucy," Jane said, her voice oozing sex and
desire. "We're going to have to tickle it out of you." She put one finger
against Lucy's side and pressed slightly, rewarded by the instant squirm.
"We're going to have to tickle you... all the way to orgasm...!" Lucy
looked at her friend with a mixture of horror and desire. Jane bent down
and kissed the struggling blonde full on the mouth before moving off her.
Seriously turned on by the two women on top of her and her best friend's
kiss, Lucy's eyes widened as she realised what was about to happen. She was
trapped by Nicky's fingers in her arms. If she released them they were free
to tickle those most sensitive of areas. But it seemed that Jane was about
to tickle her elsewhere! She could only prey it wouldn't be as bad as
Nicky's earlier efforts. It was worse.
Jane pushed Lucy's legs down until they were straight. She then sat on her
shins... hard enough to keep her still but not so it hurt. Lucy's toes
flexed and squirmed in anticipation. With a naughty grin, Jane brought her
fingers against her best friend's feet. Lucy kicked and writhed and
screamed but to no avail. Her feet were so ticklish! She tried to claw at
Jane but was immediately countered by Nicky's hands along her sides and
under her arms. It went on for ten minutes. By the end of it Lucy was
soaked in perspiration, had tears running down her eyes and was thoroughly
spent. Together, Jane and Nicky took their captive to the bedroom.
Lucy was too tired to resist. She slumped down on the bed and closed her
eyes thinking she was being allowed to rest. Oh no. Nicky and Jane each
tied one of Lucy's legs and one of her arms to the bedposts. By the time
she realised what was happening it was too late. Jane looked at their
handiwork and turned to Nicky. They were both so aroused that they couldn't
stop themselves from kissing passionately. Looking at them from the bed,
Lucy felt the lust stir inside. The tickling had been torturous, not
erotic, and she was glad to see some love in the air. Breaking off their
kiss, both women looked at Lucy before moving over to a trunk. They emerged
from it holding two feathers each. Lucy's panic returned.
"No, you guys!" she stammered, her lungs starved of air. "No! Enough is
enough, come on... let me go now, you've had your fun!"
"We must tickle you to orgasm," said Jane, "Then it will be over."
"No!" yelled Lucy, "Please no!" It was in vain. Spread-eagled on the bed
she had no defence against the stiff feathers. But rather than the simple
laughter inducing tickling of before, this was different. Nicky started off
on Lucy's thighs, running the feathers up and down the soft skin, getting
closer and closer to the woman's most sensitive areas. Jane pulled the
loose T-shirt away from Lucy's body, revealing her huge breasts held inside
her bra. That didn't last too long and she began to twist her feathers
around and around Lucy's breasts, never quite flicking the nipples but
getting closer and closer.
Hypersensitive after the earlier tickling, Lucy had no resistance to the
feelings coursing through her body, nor did she want any. Her breasts were
tingling with arousal, her large nipples straining to break free of her
body. Both Jane and Nicky hastened their actions. Nicky began to tease the
areas above and below Lucy's shorts, flicking the feathers with patient
design. On top of her careful brushing of Lucy's nipples, Jane was now
planting gentle kisses on and around the blonde's breasts... allowing her
own desire to begin to take over. Her screams of before had become low,
guttural moans. Now Lucy was begging the other two women to do their worst.
Obliging, Nicky and Jane both loosened Lucy's bonds on her feet. They
teased down her shorts and revealed her white panties, stained a dark grey
by her arousal. They didn't last long and soon Lucy was feeling the
wonderful sensation of both Jane and Nicky kissing her around her breasts
while their feathers rolled up and down her thighs. Lucy's moans were
becoming louder, and her instructions increasingly hardcore. Make me come
she was saying, her words coming out deeply from the base of her heart.
Jane and Nicky finally gave in to their own desire.
On an unspoken signal, each plunged their faces hard against Lucy's taught
nipples while simultaneously pushing their hands onto her dripping pussy.
Working as one they kissed and sucked and teased her nipples, while
simultaneously stimulating her clit in tandem. It was all too much for
Lucy, who could only gasp as she felt the full weight of what was about to
happen. Her orgasm began from below, starting in her feet still writhing
after their assault. It progressed along her legs, every side sensing the
burning that was building up. Up her spine to the top of her head it went,
before starting the downward journey.
Jane and Nicky began pumping their hands hard while sucking Lucy's nipples
enough to almost hurt. The fire in the rest of her body seeped down,
through each of her breasts... building... building... building up into the
meltdown that was about to happen. It went past her stomach while a strange
screaming seemed to be growing somewhere... a crescendo that matched the
feelings growing inside of her. At the final moment Lucy realised it was
her... she was the one screaming... screaming as the orgasm about to take
her reached the point of no return. The fire, now a raging inferno, reached
her pussy just as Jane and Nicky's hands reached their climax. With a final
shriek, Lucy's orgasm reached its apex... and came crashing down. Her whole
body bucked as every sensation she'd experienced with Jane and Nicky came
into one almighty experience. It lasted several minutes and, at the end of
it, left her in the arms of sleep.
When she awoke Lucy was in the arms of Jane and Nicky. She kissed them both
full on the lips and sat up.
"Right," she said. "Who's next?"
The tickle fight lasted the rest of the day... deciding who'd get to be
tied to the bed and tickled to orgasm next. The girls remained together for
the remainder of the year and, after Jane graduated with her Masters and
Lucy with her degree in medicine, the three of them moved down to London
together, taking the box of clothes and feathers with them. They had an
awful lot of ticklish fun in the house they bought, often enough to wake the
neighbours! And they all lived happily ever after...
And somewhere, in the cosmos, the spirit of Kathryn West thanked her one
surviving brother... who'd been little more than a child when she'd died.
He'd found her a way to get free and, every time the three women enjoyed
themselves, a part of Kathryn enjoyed it too.
THE END
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