Black Lingerie Chronicles, Part Six

Yawning, Erin sat up in bed and stretched the sleep out of her young body. Standing up, she was glad to see she wasn’t stiff and sore anymore. After Saturday night’s crazy strap-on orgy, she had awakened gimpy. All day Sunday, her thighs and back had cursed at her when she moved. She was worried last night’s activities would only make it worse. Luckily, she seemed to have recovered.

Remembering her experiment, the little tattoo on her hip, she held her breath and pulled her panties down. She was relieved to see smooth skin but also kind of disappointed not to see her cute tattoo. Maybe she’d get one for real when she was older.

She slipped into her robe, then gathered fresh underwear. Humming YMCA to herself, she headed for the bathroom for a shower. With the water running, she stripped out of her clothes and turned to the mirror for her daily puberty check. All thoughts of looking for changes in her developing body fled her mind when she spotted the heart-shaped pendant on its silver chain.

After meeting Natty in the Place of Locked Doors, she was surprised that anything could still shock her, but seeing that necklace dangle around her neck made her gasp.

“How,” she asked, touching the pendant to make sure it was real. It was solid under her fingertips. Reaching behind her, she undid the clasp and removed the necklace. She set it on the vanity, stared at it like she half expected it to disappear. When it didn’t, she had to wrench her eyes away so she could take a shower.

The whole time she was soaping up, she couldn’t stop thinking about the necklace. So wrapped up in thought, she almost forgot to wash her hair. Laughing at herself, she finished her shower, dried off, and slipped into clean panties. Back in her robe, she picked up the necklace and went to her room.

As she changed into her school uniform, she kept stealing glances at it. Where it sat on her desk, it gleamed like a talisman with magical powers. Considering where it had come from, that wasn’t too far from the truth.

Dressed, she slipped the necklace into her pocket. Ashley and Mindy had to see this.

She couldn’t even wait for lunch, went to find the girls at their lockers when she made it to school. They saw how excited she was, let her lead them to a corner. They recognized the necklace right away when she pulled it from her pocket. Ashley’s eyes grew so wide they were threatening to pop out of her skull and Mindy gasped in surprise.

“That’s the necklace Natty gave you,” Ashley said, excitedly, “How?”

“I don’t know. I woke up wearing it,” she said, grinning.

Mindy reaching out to touch the necklace. She looked like she expected her fingers to pass through it, even though it sat in Erin’s upturned palm. A confused smile tugged at her lips as she looked up at Erin and said, “It is warm.”

“Well, its been in my pocket,” Erin said, frowning.

“I thought it would be cold,” she said, grinning sheepishly, “or my finger would pass through it like it was a ghost object. Isn’t that how it always happens in the movies?”

“Pretty much,” Ashley said.

“It feels just like a necklace, as solid as anything else,” Erin said.

“Only it is from the Place of Locked Doors,” Mindy said, grinning, “the afterlife. It proves things can be brought back from over there. It isn’t one way. This connection between our world and the Place of Locked Doors is a two-way street.”

“That is kind of creepy, isn’t it,” Ashley said, rubbing her arms, “I was okay with being able to think things over there. I’m not so sure about the other way around.”

Erin nodded, smiled at her friend, “Yeah, it gave me chills thinking about it.

“We need to get to class,” Mindy said, glancing at the clock.

“Can you two come over later? I think we need to talk about this,” Erin said, showing them the necklace one more time before putting it in her pocket.

“It isn’t the only thing we need to talk about,” Ashley said, laughing.

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“A digital photograph and some writing on a page in a notebook is one thing,” Ashley said, holding the necklace in her hand, “but this is something else. You brought a solid object over from the Place Of Locked Doors.”

Erin nodded, looked at Mindy. They were in Erin’s room, gathered on her bed. The Black Lingerie Chronicle- as Ashley liked to call the notebook full of observations about the Place of Locked Doors- was open between them.

“Then there is the studio apartment and butt load of cash under this place, but we’ll have to come back to that,” Ashley said, shaking her head.

“I wonder if the video we made is down there,” Mindy said, looking from girl to girl, “It is a possibility, right? I guess, anything is a possibility now.”

Grinning, Erin said, “Last night was crazy.”

“Yeah,” Ashley said, laughing and shaking her head, “if the parental types ever saw that video…”

“Right,” Mindy said, running her thumb across her throat, “it wouldn’t be pretty. Which is why we need to make sure it isn’t down there.”

“Mom and Dad don’t know about the basement, yet. If there is a video, it is safe for now,” Erin said, then pointed at the necklace, “I’m more concerned about that.”

“Why this? The video could have us grounded forever.”

“Remember when Ashley made her coin analogy about the Place of Locked Doors,” she said, looking at the redhead, “pointing out that fooling around over there could have negative consequences. Well, isn’t anyone else a little freaked out about being able to bring this here from over there.”

“It is a little unnerving, yeah,” Mindy said.

“Ashley, how many horror movies involve bringing something evil back from the other side?”

“A bunch,” Ashley said, then looked down at the necklace, “You think this is evil?”

“No, it is just a necklace,” Erin said, then, “but if it can be brought over, then…”

“Oh,” Ashley said, her eyes widened, “You are worried about something creepy, crawly finding its way over.”

“I just don’t want to be the one who brings it over,” Erin said, then laughed, “I don’t want to have to say ‘My bad’ when some demon is chewing on people.”

Laughing, Mindy said, “You think that is a possibility?”

“Probably not,” Erin admitted, grinning.

“What I want to know is why the necklace? And why now,” Ashley asked, frowning down at it.

“What are you thinking about,” Mindy asked, looking at her.

“How did Erin bring this back? She obviously didn’t mean to.”

“I was wearing it when I flipped back over,” Erin said, shrugging.

“Yeah, but you didn’t show up in the black lingerie after the orgy, did you? Or your boots after that second time with Natty?”

“Well, no,” Erin said, frowning.

“So, why the necklace?”

“It was a gift,” Mindy said, looking at it, “sentimental value, maybe?”

“Could be,” Ashley said, then shrugged, “I guess it is pointless to wonder. How can we prove any theory we come up with, anyway?”

“It isn’t pointless to wonder,” Erin said, patting her thigh, “Never stop wondering.”

“Then there is the Wolf Box,” Ashley said, pointing at the jewelry box, “What are the odds of Erin seeing that box and getting it as a gift? It has to be astronomical, right? A box that belong to a girl now dead for fifty years suddenly comes back to the house she lived in, to the girl she has been, well, communicating with. It doesn’t seem like a coincidence.”

“So, what are you saying?”

“There seems to be more at work here than we know about. Almost like there is a… plan. Or am I getting paranoid?”

“Maybe a little,” Mindy said, drawing a look from the girl, “doesn’t mean you are wrong. It is one helluva coincidence.”

“Natty is proof that there is life after death,” Erin said, looking at Ashley, “And the Place of Locked Doors proves there are forces at work we don’t fully understand. So, who is to say there isn’t a plan?”

Ashley groaned, rubbed her temples, “God, I have a headache, now.”

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“Shit, why am I so nervous?”

Ashley sat on the couch, grinning as she watched her step-sister pace back and forth. Loren was so self-assured most times but when it came to Beth, she was a mess. Her girlfriend was due to arrive for dinner at any minute and the teenager was nearly freaking out.

“You are wearing a rut in the floor,” she said, laughing when Loren gave her a dirty look. Still, the teenager sat down, tucked her dress under her knees.

“It is going to be fine. Beth is a perfectly lovely girl, sweet and pretty. Your mom is going to love her,” Ashley said, then laughed, “she might embarrass the hell out of you, show Beth some embarrassing pictures of you as a kid or something. I’m pretty sure that is a part of her job description.”

“Oh God,” Loren said, laughing, “I hope she doesn’t get the photo albums out.”

“Better knock on wood before you jinx yourself.”

Loren rapped her knuckles on the coffee table, then jumped when the doorbell rang. She looked at Ashley, then at the door. Taking a deep breath, she went to the door, opened it. Ashley looked around her, saw Beth standing in the open door. She wore a simple yellow dress, her hair pulled up in loose twist. Ashley thought she looked nice with her hair up.

Apparently so did Loren, her eyes wide at the sight of her, “Wow. I’ve never seen you in a dress before. And the hair!”

“Don’t get used to it,” Beth said, smiling at her reaction. She gave Loren an affectionate squeeze and a quick kiss.

“Loren,” her mother called from the entrance to the living room.

Loren took another deep breath and Beth’s hand. She closed the door behind them, turned to give her mother a nervous smile, “Mom, this is Beth. Beth, my mom.”

Her mother crossed the room, smiling, “Beth, it is nice to meet you. Welcome to our home.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Beth said, smiling in return, “and thanks for inviting me to dinner.”

“You are more than welcome. You look very lovely,” she said, looking her daughter’s girlfriend up and down, “I love that dress.”

“Thanks,” Beth said.

“Dinner isn’t for another thirty minutes,” she said, then gave Loren a look, “You are welcome to hang out in the living room.”

Loren laughed, getting the point, “Yes, Mom. I remember the speech.”

“Good,” she said, leaving the room.

When she was gone, Loren said, “So far, so good.”

“I think we are okay. I’ve dated girls whose parent’s pretend to be civil but really didn’t approve of their daughter’s sexual orientation. Your mom doesn’t strike me as one of those types,” Beth said, taking her hand.

“Do you two want the living room,” Ashley said and they blinked at her. She laughed, realizing they had forgotten about her.

“Sorry, Ashley,” Beth said, grinning sheepishly.

“Yeah, you were lost in each others’ eyes,” she said, making them laugh, “I’ll go upstairs if you want to be alone.”

“We wouldn’t want to kick you out of the living room,” Beth said.

Getting up, Ashley said, “That is a yes. No problem.”

“Thanks,” Loren said, meeting her eyes.

“Don’t mention it,” Ashley said, then to Beth, “I like your hair up. You look very nice.”

“Thanks,” Beth said, smiling sweetly.

“You really do,” Loren said, receiving a kiss for the comment.

It was Ashley’s cue to leave. She left the lovebirds in the living room, went upstairs to her room. Flopping on her bed, she thought Beth was probably right about Loren’s mother. She was going to be fine with her daughter dating Beth.

Staring at the ceiling, she wondered what her dad would think if she brought a girl home for him to meet. Then she wondered where that thought had come from. While she had a blast being with the girls, loved fooling around with them, the thought of dating a girl was a new one for her. Did she want to date one?

She didn’t know.

Shaking her head, she got off the bed and went to her desk. Booting up her computer she decided to research Vonage for Natty. Like she had thought, it was telephone service over the internet. She cringed when she saw it required a monthly fee. Since Natty didn’t have a credit card and Ashley didn’t, either, Vonage was a bust.

She sat back in her chair, thinking. She wasn’t ready to give up, yet. While Vonage didn’t pan out, there might still be a way to get phone service to the Place of Locked Doors. She got an idea and used Google to search for products similar to Vonage. She was a little disheartened when most seemed to have a re-accuring monthly fee.

Then she found one that seemed like it might work. It was called Magic Jack and came with a year’s service. She found it at Walmart, for forty five dollars. Then she got really excited when she saw she could buy more service in store. No need for a credit card.

Picking up her phone, she called Erin. When she answered, Ashley said, “I need seventeen bucks.”

“I recommend getting a paper route,” Erin said.

“No, I found a way for Natty to make phone calls,” Ashley said.

“I didn’t know she was trying to,” Erin said, then laughed, “What, does she need to order a pizza?”

“Ha ha,” Ashley said, laughing anyway, “Don’t you think it would be cool to be able to talk to her at anytime.”

“Huh,” Erin said, then, “Actually, yeah. What’s the money for?”

“I found this thing called Magic Jack. You can use it to make phone calls over the internet.”

“Over the internet… Hey, that might actually work. What, is it like Vonage?”

“Yeah, but without a monthly fee,” Ashley said.

“Are monthly fees bad,” Erin asked.

“Not if you have a credit card,” she said, laughing, “Do you, because I don’t.”

“Um, no.”

“So no Vonage.”

“I’m in. I still got some birthday money to blow, anyway.”

“Great. I’ve got to call Mindy and bum seventeen bucks.”

“Okay,” Erin said, laughing, “Bye.”

“Bye,” Ashley said, ending the call. She called Mindy.

“Hey,” the brunette said, when the call went through.

“I figured out how to get phone service to the Place of Locked Doors but I need seventeen bucks from you.”

“I’m fine, thanks for asking, Ashley. And how are you,” Mindy said, making Ashley laugh.

“Sorry, I’m a little excited. We could be talking to Natty on the phone if this idea of mine works.”

“Are you serious?”

Ashley told her about what she had found. The brunette was intrigued, agreed to kick some money in for the Magic Jack.

She had just hung up and was staring at her computer screen when a knock came at the door. Getting up, she answered it to find Loren grinning at her.

“It’s time to eat,” Loren said.

“I’m coming down,” she said, closing the door behind her.

“And Ashley,” she said, giving her a smile, “thanks for giving us some privacy. You know, earlier.”

“How’s it going so far,” Ashley asked, returning the smile.

“Better than I hoped,” she said, laughing, “Mom has stayed in the kitchen, left us alone.”

“You know,” Ashley said, grinning, “you are about to be trapped at the table with her. Now comes the questions as she gets to know your girlfriend. Are you ready for this?”

“No,” Loren said.

“Good,” Ashley said, laughing, “I like when dinner comes with entertainment.”

“Oh God,” Loren said.

Her step-mother had made lasagna, probably her best dish, and Ashley’s mouth was watering from the smell of it long before she made it to the dining room. Entering the room, she saw fresh salad and garlic toast. Her stomach let her know it was time to dig in.

“This looks wonderful, Mrs. Connors,” Beth said.

“Thank you, Beth,” she said, smiling, “Let’s eat.”

The food really was excellent, actually kept everyone quiet and happily chewing for a while. Loren looked like she might get a reprieve but she wasn’t that lucky. About half way through her plate, her mother found time to start asking questions.

“Do you go to school with Loren, Beth,” she asked.

“No ma’am,” she said, “I go to Southern High.”

“Then how did you meet?”

Beth glanced at Loren, who shrugged and said, “At a party.”

Beth glanced at Mrs. Connors, waiting to see if that would cause a problem. It didn’t. Her mother only gave her a sad smile and shook her head.

“I didn’t have to sneak out for this one,” Loren said, seeing the shake of her head, “It was the block party a few years ago. We got to talking that night, then I ran into her at the mall a few months later. We started talking again. Then she asked me out.”

Beth smiled at the memory, “You were a mess back, then. Scared to admit you were a lesbian to anyone. I had to ask you out three times before you said yes.”

“It is a good thing you are like a pit bull with a bone,” Loren said.

“Loren,” her mother admonished, “That isn’t nice.”

It was a waste because Beth was grinning at Loren. It must be an inside joke between them. Her mother caught the grin, then smiled. The love these two girls had for each other was plain to see.

“We’ve been dating ever since,” Loren said, looking at her mother.

“Sneaking out of the house, worrying me to death,” her mother said.

“Sorry about that,” Beth said, a sheepish grin on her face.

“We actually had to nail her window shut, she kept sneaking out,” Ashley’s dad said, his first contribution to the conversation.

Blushing, she said, “I know. She was sneaking out to see me.”

“Ah,” he said, nodding with a hint of a knowing smile on his face, “Well, you are welcome here at any time, Beth. No more sneaking around. However, there will be no funny business under my roof. You two aren’t allowed to be in Loren’s room together.”

Ashley laughed when Loren’s face turn the same shade as the marinara sauce on the lasagna. She was a little surprised it was her father who got the first barb into Loren.

“So do like teenagers used to do,” he said, grinning, “find somewhere to park and fool around.”

“Dear,” Loren’s mother said, her eyes wide in shock, “Ashley’s at the table!”

“Disregard that last statement, Ashley,” he said, looking sheepishly at his wife.

The look on her step-mother’s face was priceless. Ashley about fell out, she was laughing so hard.

“Did you really just tell my daughter to go park somewhere and make out?”

“Come on, hon,” he said, laughing at her, “be realistic. They’ve been together for more than a year. I’m sure the thought has more than crossed their minds.”

“I know that,” she said, exasperated, “I’m not in denial. I just can’t believe you actually said it. With Ashley at the table, no less.”

“Don’t worry about me,” Ashley said, grinning, “It’ll at least three years before I can park and make out with anyone.”

“Help me, Jesus,” her stepmother said, rolling her eyes to the heavens, “the girl is going to take after her father.”

Her father held up his hand and, grinning, she gave him a high five. Everyone at the table laughed, even her stepmother.

“Do you see what you are getting into, Beth,” Mrs. Connors said, motioning around the table, “It isn’t too late to run.”

“I think I’ll stick around,” she said, grinning at Loren.

“Good,” she said, smiling, “I haven’t seen my girl smile like that in a long time and she hasn’t stopped since you walked through the door.”

“Yeah, I love her, too,” Beth said, still looking at Loren.

“Aah,” Ashley said, grinning.

“Shut up,” Loren said, laughing.

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 Yawning, Erin sat up in the dark, kicked off her comforter. She glanced at the alarm clock, saw the the green numerals read five in the morning. Shaking her head at the ungodly hour, she thought about going back to bed and doing this tomorrow. It would still be really early tomorrow, too. Groaning, she committed to doing it today.

Still, half asleep, she got out of bed and went to her desk. She found her camera where she’d left it last night.

To free up as much space on her memory card as she could, she’d transferred a bunch of photos onto her computer ahead of time. The only thing left on the camera were the pictures of her and Ashley modeling the lingerie they had found in the closet behind the closet in her parent’s room. She didn’t think it would be smart to put those pictures on her computer. She didn’t know if her parents were monitoring her computer use or not, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Deleting them would have been a smarter option but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

After all, that had been a crazy night and the photos were treasured memories.

Before leaving the room, she slipped into a pair of flimsy shorts and a t-shirt. She figured getting caught sneaking around the house at this hour would be bad, but getting caught in just her panties seemed worse. Then again, she could say she was just sleepwalking, out for a stroll in her underwear.

Shaking her head, she decided the modest approach was better.

Putting her ear to the door, she listened for footsteps in the hallway. Not that she’d be able to hear them above the thundering of her heart. The adrenaline was flowing and had washed away the remnants of the sleep that clung to her. She was wide awake now and jittery with a nervous energy.

She took a deep breath and told herself to relax as she opened the door. Even if there was someone in the hallway, she wouldn’t be busted. She could just hide the camera with her body and go to the bathroom. The real danger didn’t come until she was downstairs, where she really didn’t have an excuse to be at this time of the morning.

The hallway was deserted. The sounds of the shower coming from the bathroom told her she needed to hurry. Her father was already up. Up on her tippy toes, she snuck down the hallway, then the stairs. She was mindful of the ones that creaked, which she had memorized before going to bed. She got a small thrill of success when she made it downstairs silently.

She went straight to the alarm panel, powering on the camera as she went. It seemed to take a lifetime to go through its start-up routine. She swore it hadn’t taken this long last night. The wait didn’t do anything for her raw nerves.

When it was finally ready, she put it standard video mode, set the zoom to max. She set it on the ledge of the cut out, angled it so that when her dad punched in the disarm code, it would be captured on video.

Hopefully, she thought, crossing her fingers.

She turned to go back upstairs when something dawned on her. Turning back, she saw the glare of the viewfinder had lit up the cut out like a neon sign. Her father would have to be blind to not notice it.

“Shit,” she said, thinking fast. She’d have to scrub the mission if she couldn’t contain the brightness of the display. Looking around the living room, she tried to find something to use but nothing in sight would work.

“Come on, think,” Erin said, her pulse racing. She was nearing panic mode, ready to snap up the camera and run back upstairs, when an idea came to her, “Tape! I need tape!”

She ran to the laundry room, nearly going down hard as a throw rug skated out from under her, but some how stayed up and moving. She found the roll of blue painters tape left over from her father’s last renovation attempt, ran back to the camera. She put a piece of tape over the display and it cut the glare way down. Grinning, she added a second layer for good measures, then set her spy camera back up.

Another trip to the laundry room to return the tape, a moment to fix the rug that had tried to kill her, and she was headed back upstairs.

No sooner had she cleared the stairs did the door to the bathroom open to a billow of steam. She froze like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. Sure she was busted, she watched her father emerge from the bathroom in just a towel. He spotted her out of the corner of his eye.

“What’s up, kiddo,” he said, friendly like not suspicious, “Need the bathroom?”

Trying not to show her relief, she nodded.

“Knock yourself out. I’m finished, anyway,” he said, turning into the master bedroom.

Sighing with relief, she walked on rubber band legs to the bathroom. Turns out, she hadn’t lied to her father, after all. After that close call, she really did need to go. As she sat on the toilet, she started to smile. The smile became a nervous giggle she had to clamp a hand to her mouth to contain.

Finished with the bathroom, she went back to her room. Looking at the alarm clock, she saw she could squeeze in another hour of sleep if she laid down now. Problem was, she was way too jazzed up to get back to sleep now. Like it or not, she was up for the day.

Still, she had an hour to kill. A slow grin spread on her face and she went to her closet. Pushing her clothes to one side, she found the pressure points on the back wall. The grin grew wider as the panel slid aside, revealing the tightly rolled lingerie that took up every inch of the void in the wall. Panties, bras, bustiers, corsets, high heels and boots, costumes and nighties. So much inappropriate lingerie and all of it fit her like a glove, like it was made for her.

Actually it had been made for Natty, but she and the dead girl were the same size.

She toyed with the thought of putting on something sexy but in the end she just grabbed the glass dildo. Like the lingerie, this sex toy had belonged to Natty. It was thinner than most dildos, meant for her younger body.

Erin ran to the bed, flopped on her back. Grinning, she shucked off her shorts and panties, tossed them aside. As an after thought, the shirt hit the floor, as well. Naked, she giggled, feeling the nervous excitement coursing through her young body. It was kind of dangerous, doing this now.

A flush of heat blossomed between her thighs. When she slipped the cool shaft of the dildo into her sex, she was ready for it. It slipped deep, made her moan as it filled her. It wasn’t as big as the strap-ons had been but still felt big inside of her. She grinned, thinking about Ashley and Mindy using their new toys on her, shivered at the memory.

She kind of wished they were here now.

Sighing, she started thrusting the toy in and out, her hips rolling up to meet each thrust. She closed her eyes, enjoyed the feel of it biting deep into her. Her free hand teased her breast, made her nipple ache sweetly.

Her body writhed with a mind of its own and she had to bite her lip to stifle the cries that wanted to slip past her parted lips.

The hand slip from her breast, down her belly, to torture her tender clit. The one, two punch of the thrusting toy and her massaging fingers drove her body wild. Such wonderful sensations were washing through her. She couldn’t completely bite back the animal sounds of enjoyment she was making.

Hopefully, no one was in the hallway, she thought, those little noises getting louder as her excitement grew. Her breathing was getting ragged, her heart thundering in her chest. She had herself in a state, knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.

Sure enough she felt that beautiful tension enter her young body, felt it welling up like pressure in a balloon. It kept building and building until surely she must explode. Then she did, her body stiffening and her back arching off the bed. A startled little gasp escaped her as her body shuddered through a climax. Then the tension slipped from her and she collapsed like a wet rag to the bed. Sweaty, gasping for breath, she smiled in the dark, stretched to keep the wonderful feelings ebbing through her body.

“I should start every day like this,” she said, laughing.

Glancing at the alarm clock, she saw she still had forty minutes to kill. She thought about doing it, again, but changed her mind. Naked, she took the dildo back to the closet, closed up the hidey-hole.

She booted up her computer, slipped into her robe. Sitting at her computer, she checked her email, saw she had two new emails. One was from Natty and the other was a friend request notice from Facebook. She was curious about the last one, but she opened the email from Natty first:

Hey, Erin. Ashley set me up a Skype account if you want to try it sometime. I did it with a girl I met on Facebook. It is kind of cool. We could talk face to face.

Erin grinned, wondered what the Facebook girl would think if she knew she was talking to a ghost. She sent the girl a reply, saying she’d have to set up an account but she’d like to Skype sometime.

Logging into her Facebook account, she saw a familiar face trying to be her friend. She recognized the girl from Natty’s page. Her name was Caroline, the request said. She was cute, had braces. Shrugging, Erin clicked Accept. Then Erin wondered if this was the girl Natty was Skyping with.

She made a mental note to ask the girl next time she saw her.

Glancing at the clock, she saw she hadn’t killed much time. Thinking about Natty’s email, she went to Skype’s website, downloaded the program. While it installed, she sent Natty another email saying she would Skype with her later, if she wanted. When it was installed, she set up an account, then turned her computer off.

It was about time for her to ‘get up’, so she gathered her things for a shower. Finished, she swiped on a little eyeliner, some lipgloss. Like she’d hoped, putting on makeup was getting easier with repetition. Satisfied, she went back to her room, changed into her school uniform. Combing her hair and pulling it into a ponytail, she smiled at her reflection. She looked and felt like a million bucks.

Downstairs, she made a simple breakfast of a bagel and a glass of juice, noticed her mother engrossed in some early morning talk show. Shaking her head, Erin had to grin. She ate her bagel and finished her juice. As she was leaving the kitchen, she made sure her mother was still involved with the show, then made a beeline for the camera in the cutout.

With it in hand, she ran upstairs to see if they had gotten lucky. Peeling the tape off the display, she stopped the video and rewound until she saw her dad in the frame. Finding the link cable to her laptop, she powered up the computer and put the video up on the screen. The quality was pretty good, better than she had hoped. She could clearly see the display on the alarm panel. She found the part of the video where her father entered the code, laughing triumphantly when she could clearly see the numbers he pushed. On a sticky note, she wrote down the code, then deleted the video. Powering her laptop and camera down, she grabbed her backpack and ran downstairs.

Her mother looked up when she came into the kitchen, motioned to the TV and said, “Can you believe this stuff?”

“Not really,” Erin said, laughing, “Ready to go?”

“Yeah.”

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 “So, it really worked?”

“You sound surprised. It was your idea,” Ashley said, laughing.

“True. Still, I wasn’t sure it would,” Mindy said, grinning sheepishly.

They were sitting at the lunch table, actually eating for once. Something was wrong; the food wasn’t half bad.

“This is actually pretty good,” Erin said, taking a bite of her spaghetti.

“I know. Weird, right?”

“I didn’t see Mrs. Mendoza on the serving line,” Mindy said.

“Yeah, it was a new lady,” Ashley said, then looked up, “Do you think that is why the food is better?”

“Could be. Mrs. Mendoza didn’t seem like the kind of person to care too much about people liking her food.”

“Think the parents complained,” Erin asked, glancing at the serving line.

“You mean got her fired,” Ashley said, frowning.

“Yeah. Maybe we’ll have this new woman from now on.”

“Could be the start of better food at lunch.”

“Think we are that lucky?”

“Who knows.”

“Can you believe the party is this weekend,” Mindy said, changing the subject, “only three days away.”

“I know,” Ashley said, grinning.

“Anyone else a little nervous now that it is getting close,” Mindy asked, looking from Ashley to Erin.

“A little,” Erin admitted, laughing, “It isn’t even the sneaking out part, I’m nervous about.”

“We are going to a party for eighth graders,” Ashley said and the girls nodded, “Carrie is a cool chick- Trisha, too- but…”

“Yeah,” Erin said, laughing, “We are going to stick out like sore thumbs.”

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 “So this is Skype,” Ashley said, smiling at the screen. Natty grinned back, winked. Laughing, the redhead said, “Amazing, isn’t it? We are talking face to face in real time across two planes of existence. No Ouiji board, no seances. Just good old-fashioned conversation.”

“It is amazing,” Natty agreed, then said, “So, this is what 2015 looks like?”

“Let me give you the tour of my room,” Ashley said, slowly spinning the laptop so Natty could see her room.

When she was facing the redhead again, Natty grinned and said, “Nice room. It is definitely you. Not as science-fictiony as I’d have thought.”

Laughing, Ashley said, “We don’t have flying cars, yet, either.”

A knock came at the door and Ashley glanced over her shoulder at the door, then back at Natty, “Hold on. Someone is at the door. I’m going to minimize your window.”

She went to the door, opened it to find a slightly disheveled looking Loren standing in the hallway. She wore yoga pants and a baggy t-shirt, looked curiously out of sorts. She favored Ashley with a look that was hard to read.

“What’s up,” Ashley asked.

“Can I come in for a minute?”

“Um, sure,” Ashley said, stepping aside so she could enter the room, then closed the door.

Looking around the room, Loren asked, “Who were you talking to? I heard another voice through the door.”

“I was Skyping with a friend,” Ashley said, sitting on her office chair, “So…”

“I just spent three hours on Google,” she said without preamble, then laughed nervously, “I had… had to be sure I wasn’t crazy.”

“You can diagnose that on Google now,” Ashley asked, laughing.

“Smart ass,” Loren laughed, shaking her head, “The crazy story you told me about the girl in Erin’s dream… I didn’t think you were lying to me. I have to admit the story intrigued me. I did some digging, researched death’s in Erin’s house. I figured the girl who showed Erin the hiding place had to be a ghost and probably died in the house.”

Ashley’s eyes widened in surprise. When she and the girls came up with the story to tell her, she never thought Loren might do something like this. At best, she figured her step-sister wouldn’t believe her. Apparently, not only had she believed her, she had researched the whole story.

“I didn’t come across any stories about a woman dying next door but I did find a story about a girl committing suicide some fifty years ago,” Loren said, her eyes locking on Ashley’s, “In Erin’s bedroom, no less.”

The redhead’s pulse quickened as she realized Loren had stumbled onto Natty’s story, whether by pure accident or some innate detective skill. Loren saw the recognition in her eyes and she sighed, some of the tension leaving her body.

She took a folded up pieces of paper from her pocket, unfolded them. Ashley expected her to pass them to her but she didn’t. Instead, she said, “I was reading the article, thought if anyone would be a ghost it was this girl, Natasha. The poor girl was put through so much.”

Looking down at the papers in her hands, she said, “There was a photo of the girl at the bottom of the article. Such a pretty girl. Had this beautiful, warm smile you couldn’t soon forget. Which is why I recognized it right away. I’d seen it before.”

Stunned, Ashley asked, “You had?”

“Yeah. I was bored, checked out your Facebook page a few days ago,” Loren said, handing her one of the pages. It was the article, in grainy black and white was the photo of Natty. The second page Loren handed her was a print out of a photo on her Facebook page, one of Erin, Mindy, Natty and her smiling at the camera, the one they had taken after the orgy in the Place of Locked Doors.

“Is it her,” Loren asked, looking at her expectantly. She looked almost painfully unsure of herself, “Is that Natasha Bronsky in that picture? Tell me I’m not going crazy.”

Ashley couldn’t see any point in lying to her, so she nodded, waited to see how her step-sister would react.

“Jesus,” Loren said, sitting heavily on Ashley’s bed. She wiped a hand across her mouth, then asked, “How? How can she be in this picture with you three?”

“That would take a while to explain,” Ashley said, grinning at the dazed look on her face, “Assuming you believed me.”

“So, this Natty you all slept with,” Loren said, shaking her head in wonder, “Is actually this dead girl, Natasha Bronsky? You had contact with her?”

Ashley looked at her for a long moment, then said, “I want you to meet someone.”

She restored the Skype window. Loren gasped, her eyes so wide they were in danger of falling out of her head, as she stared at the grinning dead girl on the screen. She laughed at her reaction, felt for her.

“Loren, this is the Natty,” Ashley said, grinning, “dead girl extraordinaire. Natty, this is my befuddled step-sister, Loren.”

“It is nice to meet you, Loren,” Natty said, laughing, “Ashley has told me a lot about you.”

“Jesus, fuck,” Loren said, laughing in amazement, “It is really her. You are really Natasha Bronsky.”

“You can call me Natty, my friends do,” Natty said, smiling.

Ashley watched the doubt leave her step-sister’s face as the girl smiled. Ashley had to smile herself, knew it was the smile that made it real for Loren.

“How? How can this be real?”

Still smiling, Ashley said, “Natty, love. I think I need to cut this chat short.”

“Okay. It was nice meeting you, Loren.”

“You, too,” Loren said, sounded kind of dazed.

Ashley closed out of the program, then turned to her step-sister, who was looking at her expectantly. Smiling, she said, “Are you ready for a crazy story?”

“No,” Loren said, laughing, “Tell me anyway.”

Going to her radio, she started some music. Loren looked at her quizzically and she grinned, “Some of the details of this story… I don’t want the parental types overhearing.”

Loren shook her head and laughed, said, “Oh.”

Pulling her desk chair in front of Loren, she started talking and didn’t stop for the better part of an hour. She told Loren about Erin’s dream of Natty in the black lingerie and the hidey-hole; about Erin’s first sexual encounters with Natty in the Place of Locked Doors after trying the lingerie on; about her own experience with Natty after she, too, tried on the lingerie. She told her about Natty being trapped in her old room, unable to open any of the doors, but Erin could. She told her about Erin taking Natty outside of the house, about walking in a completely different era of time. Ashley told her everything.

For the most part, Loren listened in stunned silence, only asked a few questions. When Ashley wrapped up her story, she simply said, “Son of a bitch.”

Laughing, Ashley said, “Erin and I warned you it was crazy, that you wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”

“Yeah, I get that now,” she said, laughing, “If I hadn’t seen that girl on your computer screen…”

“It’s alright. I barely believe it sometimes and I lived through it.”

“It is a lot to take in,” Loren said, absentmindedly playing with the drawstring to her pants, “I don’t even know where to start.”

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 “This is useless,” Mindy said, closing her textbook.

She couldn’t focus on her studies, her mind wanting to wonder. She had made the mistake of checking her email before doing her homework and all she could think about was the message she’d received. It had been from her old babysitter, Sarah.

The teenager and Mindy had a tangled past, had become lovers when Mindy was just eight years old. Mindy’s feelings for her were a confused mess and she doubted any amount of therapy could sort them out.

Now, she was coming into town for the weekend. Mindy had thought she was getting over the girl- woman now, but the email had stirred up old feelings. She’d left for college this summer, leaving a void in Mindy’s life. Luckily, she’d found Erin and Ashley, who had helped dim the memory of laying with Sarah on the very bed she was stretched out on now. She thought she was getting over her, but all it took was one email to mess with her heart all over, again.

Sighing, she got off her bed and went to her desk. Opening her email account, she read the message, again:

Hi, Mindy. I’m going to be in town for the holiday weekend and I’d really like to see you. I know it isn’t the right thing to do. I tried to stay away but I can’t. I miss you so much. I know I’m a horrible person but I still need you. I’ll understand if you never want to see me, again. You have every right to hate me for the things I did to you. I wrote and deleted this email a dozen times, trying to convince myself not to send it. If you are reading this, I guess I did give in and send it. If you want to see me, it is completely up to you.

Sarah was right; she had every right to hate her. The girl had taken advantage of her, manipulated her into a sexual relationship. She was so good at that, had Mindy all but begging to be used.

Problem was, she didn’t hate the girl. In fact, she loved her. Just thinking about seeing Sarah, again, had her a horny, distracted mess. Before closing her homework, she had read the same paragraph three times and still didn’t know what it was about. All she could think about was the babysitter’s tight body moving against her own.

She wished Erin or Ashley were here, someone to distract her from her own thoughts. Glancing at her phone, she thought about calling them but it was late. Sighing, she closed her laptop, sat back in her chair.

It really was late, after eleven, and she needed to finish reading the chapter in her textbook so she could get some sleep. Seeing her old teddy bear, Mr. Buttons, she smiled. It had been a gift from Sarah for her ninth birthday. She had shown Mindy how the bear could keep her company when the babysitter wasn’t around and she was horny.

There wasn’t much she could do about her feelings for Sarah, but, maybe, if she did something about her horniness, she might get her homework finished and be in bed by midnight.

Getting up, she picked the big, plush bear up and looked at him. How many times had she abused the poor guy? Hundreds? Thousands?

“Feel like one more romp, Mr. Buttons,” she asked, grinning, “for old time’s sake?”

She took the bear to the bed, then stripped out of her sleep shirt. In just her panties, she straddled the plush toy. A flush of heat spread between her thighs as she remembered all times she used to do this. She grinned as she began to rub against Mr. Buttons. The bear had a big shit eating grin on his face and she liked to pretend he was enjoying what she was doing to him

“Do you like that, Mr. Buttons,” she said, sighing, “Do you like it when I rub against you like this?”

The bear just grinned at her. It made her laugh.

She moaned as it started to feel really good. She rocked her hips back and forth, grinding her tender sex against the bear. The soft fur tickled her bare thighs, made her shiver. She had her hands on his chest, absentmindedly played with the buttons on his vest that earned him his namesake.

Her eyes closed and she thought about the first time she did this, humped her teddy bear. Sarah had been sitting on the bed with her, wearing just a pair of panties. She had her hand in her underwear, her fingers thrusting in and out as she watched the mildly embarrassed Mindy strip out of her clothes and crawl atop her new stuffed animal. The fur had tickled her thighs then as it did now. She began to undulate her hips like Sarah had shown her, her nine year old body flexing and rubbing against Mr. Buttons. How good it had felt had surprised her and she was soon moaning and sighing, her little back arched in pleasure. Sarah’s eyes had been hot on her and Mindy could feel her excitement as she watched. The hand in her panties was working feverishly, the teenager straining to come. Then she did, her body going wild. The girl had grinned, moved to Mindy. She put those fingers to her lips and Mindy knew what she wanted, took them into her mouth to taste the girl with her tongue. Sarah moved behind her, her hands roaming over her body as she continued to rub against the bear. She had come so hard, her thighs squeezing the stuffed animal like a vice.

Mindy kind of wished Sarah was here now to touch her because, while it felt nice, rubbing against Mr. Buttons wasn’t getting her as excited as it used to. She needed something else. Her eyes went to the dresser and she sighed and got off Mr. Buttons. She grinned, wondered if he was still grinning now that she wasn’t rubbing her body against him.

She pulled the second drawer from the bottom all the way out and sat it on the bed. Velcroed to the back of it was her strap-on, the one Ashley had bought for her. Releasing it, she took it to the bed, stretched out on her back. She pulled the crotch of her panties aside, eased the dildo inside her ready sex. She bit her lip to stifle a moan as she began to thrust it in an out.

Glancing to her left, she saw Mr. Buttons watching her and she laughed, “Perverted old, Mr. Buttons. I bet you wished you could do this to me.”

She was just being silly, talking dirty to her stuffed animal but she blinked when it gave her an idea. Easing the toy out of her pussy, she moved to the naughty bear, slipped the straps of the panty onto his stubby legs. She adjusted it until Mr. Buttons had sprouted a red penis.

“Why, Mr. Buttons,” she said, feigning shock, “Is that for little old me? You are a truly naughty bear, Mr. Buttons.”

He grinned at her.

Reaching out, she grasped the dildo, began running her hand up and down it, “Is this what you want, you naughty bear?”

She straddled the bear, eased down on the dildo. She moaned thickly as it slipped deep into her, filled her up.

“You are so big, Mr. Buttons,” she said, still having fun with this. She bent down and kissed him.

Slowly, she moved up and down on the shaft, moaning. It felt delicious as it moved inside of her. She grabbed his paws, put them on her hips like he was helping her. Laughing, she moved his paws all over her body. It actually felt really nice, his soft fur tickling her skin. She kept doing it, sighing.

“That feels good, Mr. Buttons,” she said.

Her pace quickened as her young body got used to the dildo’s size. She put a knuckle in her mouth to stifle her cries as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. It didn’t do much good, her excitement getting harder to contain.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, arching her back. The dildo was hitting all the right spots, was driving her body crazy.

She cupped her breasts, teased them until she groaned. Pulling the bear into a sitting position, she pressed them against his grinning face, rubbed them back and forth. His fur tickled her nipples, made her groan, again.

“Fuck me, Mr. Buttons,” she said, giggling excitedly. Using the ‘F’ word sent a naughty thrill through her twelve year old body and she said it, again, “Fuck me!”

Mr. Buttons was kind of a lazy lover, just laid there and let her have her way with him. Mindy laughed at the thought.

Her pneumatic body moved faster and faster as she strained toward release. Her mouth was slack and she was gasping for breath. A sheen of sweat had broken out on her body from her efforts.

She gasped, feeling an orgasm building up inside of her. Looking down at the grinning bear, she moaned, “I’m going to come, Mr. Buttons. Oh, MR. BUTTONS!”

As she cried out his name, she stiffened with an intense orgasm. It shook her to her core, left her a trembling mess. She hugged the bear, his red penis still buried in her girlhood. Staying like that a long moment, she enjoyed how delicious her body felt after her orgasm, sighing contentedly.

Finally, she sat up and grinned down at the teddy bear, “That was amazing, Mr. Buttons. I take it from your grin, you thought so, too.”

Laughing, she eased off of him, stretched out on her back. Staring up at the ceiling, she fell asleep wondering if Sarah would have played with herself watching her fuck Mr. Buttons this time, too.

Continue to Part Seven

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