Natalie's Halloween Spirit

Hi, my name is Nadia and I'm a ghost. This story is a Halloween F/F tale with lots of voyeurism. All characters are 18+.

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Natalie's Halloween Spirit

Halloween? Did someone say Halloween?

As a ghost, this is my absolute favorite night of the year. Mainly because the rules change. It's when I can do so much more than I can normally.

Paranormally.

It's the night where the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest - where I can be more than a draft in someone's hallway, more than a vision in their dreams.

On this one night, I can be felt by the living. And I don't mean just touching your arm. I mean I can be a real presence where the only thing going bump in the night is your headboard.

How?

By slipping into someone else's body, then pressing it against you. Having you feel my warmth, wrapped around you. Letting you use me any way you want.

The catch is that I only get to do it that night from eleven o'clock until the stroke of midnight. For one hour. The 11th hour. That's the deal, whether I like it or not.

And I don't.

I hate it.

When I was alive, I never had rules or limits. I was the girl who left parties early and never went home alone. And it didn't matter to me if it was with a guy or a girl, as long as they could satisfy me.

But on the Saturday before Christmas a few years ago, there was this drunk driver. One stupid fuckhead that ruined it all. And it happened when I was on my way to a place where a lovely couple were waiting to have me.

Now it's been almost four years that I've been dead. That means three Halloweens, with three chances to have fun.

In all three though, none went well.

The first year, I used the body of a young college girl at a Halloween dorm party to let a frat boy take me up to his room. It turned out he was an idiot, and I won't go into it.

The second year, I ended up doing the same but at a sorority, this time with a very drunk pre-med student. She had huge boobs and was dancing by herself in a thin white tank top.

She was so plastered. Just as I slipped a hand under the hem to feel her softness, she lost her Halloween cookies - all over my shoulder.

That's when I realized that college campuses weren't for me.

On my third Halloween, I finally had a man exactly where I wanted him, flat on his back with his hands on my hips, telling me I was an angel, riding him like there was no tomorrow. Two minutes into it, his wife opened the bedroom door, screaming like she saw Jason coming out of the lake.

A perk of borrowing someone else's body is that it's just as easy leaving it as it is slipping into it. One second I was there in mid-thrust; the next, I was floating away through the wall. Unsatisfied.

* * *

It was now October, three weeks before my next window of opportunity. I thought about a girl named Natalie who made ASMR videos back when I was alive. I didn't know her in person, only from the Internet.

Long story short, I ended up at her place, right in the middle of her filming a video with candles. With only a few burning on the table in front of her, they lit up her skin, making her glow. As she began to tease the camera, let's just say that when her candles started to drip, so did I.

And I know... girls don't normally get wet when they're dead. But from watching Natalie... I did.

Feeling how wet I was made me decide that she should be my next date for Halloween. So I started coming around more frequently. (And yes, both ways.)

Whether she was lounging around in her pajamas or getting ready to film, I was right there.

As you may already know, she not only has a beautiful face but also a generous body. One night in her kitchen she was wearing a thin, white T-shirt and panties. Every reach for the top shelf made what was underneath her shirt sway.

And whenever she wore a bathrobe, it looked like an invitation.

One day, before getting in the shower, there was this tiny spider on her bathtub floor. In just her robe, she grabbed a glass and a piece of paper from the kitchen so she could carry it outside, the robe falling open in the process.

It was times like these that it felt good to be a ghost. To see the things that no one else was supposed to.

Watching her got to be addicting. Especially in what she thought were her private moments.

* * *

One Friday night she came home late, dressed up like she'd been on a date, looking a little drunk. When she took off her clothes, I noticed she didn't have any panties on.

Must've been a good date.

She climbed onto her bed and lay there looking up at the ceiling. After a while, she reached into her nightstand drawer and pulled out a small vibrator.

I hovered close. When her thighs opened, she slipped the vibrator in between them and turned it on.

A few minutes passed - seeming like it was taking longer than it should have. She reached for the nightstand drawer again, this time pulling out a bottle of strawberry lube. After squeezing some onto her fingers, she turned on her side and took a slow, deep breath. She eased her slick middle finger into her behind, a little at a time. Once settled, she brought the vibrator back to her front.

Watching her finger herself there while taking care of her glistening pussy was hot as hell, so to speak.

For a minute (and dammit, I hate this), it reminded me of that frat boy from that first Halloween. The one I didn't want to tell you about earlier. Once he was inside me, without warning he shoved a finger into my ass - without lube. It hurt like a bitch. I yelped, he apologized. Then by the time I recovered, the clock struck twelve.

There was something about seeing sweet Natalie, with her angelic face, touching herself there (in a gentle way) that made me wonder if I'd been missing out. Especially for how many times it seemed to make her come.

Here's the thing though: when she was done, instead of looking satisfied from all that, she started crying.

I couldn't guess for the life of me (well, the death of me) why. Sure, we've all had bad dates, but how bad could this one have been?

I moved in even closer to see tears streaming down her face. Then she started hugging her pillow tightly.

Even though I was only thinking of her as my Halloween one-night stand, I felt bad for her.

I couldn't figure out why.

To me, she was a body I would play with for one hour, that's all.

The difference with her though was she was nice. And she definitely wasn't like the randos before: the frat boy, the sloppy drunk chick, and for sure not like that cheating husband.

And with those nice tits and juicy ass, she'd be someone I'd want to taste, who I'd definitely get to taste me too.

I was now starting to picture the night and how it would go - in great detail.

How we'd kiss. How I'd taste her until she begged me to stop. Then how I'd hold her after and...

WAIT!

That's not how I did things. I'd get off, then get out. My idea of cuddling was finding my panties in the dark.

OH NO!

Was I falling in love with her?

No, not possible. I did that shit when I was alive - not since I've been dead. I wasn't stupid enough to let that happen again. To have my heart be broken for the umpteenth time.

Goddammit! All I wanted was for her to stop crying. And maybe to masturbate for me at least one more time.

She didn't.

When she finally fell asleep on her damp pillow, I couldn't stop staring at her.

Thinking about her.

That's when it hit me. Natalie was getting under my invisible skin.

For me, the thought of falling for a living person seemed way scarier than all the Conjuring movies combined.

So I decided to leave. To find someone else - a man, a woman, a couple. Maybe even a goddamn orgy. Maybe I'd fuck as many people as I possibly could to last me until next year. Multiple hands on me at the same time. Then right after they made me come fifteen or twenty times, I'd fade away like smoke. No strings. No feelings except for a sore yet extremely happy pussy.

So I drifted away to the downtown L. A. area, toward those old high-rises, where people with money lived. The ones who left their floor-to-ceiling windows uncovered. This allowed me to browse - without having to float through those old asbestos walls (which always gave me a headache).

And in case you don't know, rich people are just as kinky as the rest of us. Maybe even more so.

I saw threesomes, foursomes, swapping, toys, leather, even vibrators you ride like a merry-go-round. The only difference was these people had housekeepers to change their sheets and doormen who didn't talk.

And celebrities? They should be very thankful I can't sell their stories.

But as entertaining as it was to watch the so-called elite, they were all strangers. People I had no connection with. And no matter how gorgeous they were or how big their tits were (usually fake), I couldn't stop thinking about Natalie. Her innocence. Her sweet voice. The way she moved. Her body.

Oh yeah, and did I mention she was all natural?

Anyway, I decided to go back to her place. To reframe it in my head. To shift my paranormal paradigm.

Maybe this year, it made more sense to get someone in the sack who was vetted. Someone I'd already seen naked. No one clueless or who couldn't hold their liquor. Or who wasn't honest.

Someone I... liked.

Not loved. Liked.

Maybe it would be steamier, wetter, messier, and longer. Fingers and tongues in every hole, and that little vibrator of hers working overtime...

Sorry. Where was I?

Anyway... when I slipped through her front door the next morning, I could tell she wasn't there. Not from checking first, but from her missing energy.

When I floated into her kitchen, I saw that she had done some shopping while I was gone. And by the looks of things, she'd visited the Halloween pop-up store.

On the table were a box of orange string lights, a fog machine, a package of tiny black napkins with cute cartoon bats, a stack of party plates with jack-o'-lanterns on them, and five large bags of candy - one she'd already opened. There was also a case of wine on the kitchen floor next to a large package of black candles.

Natalie, bless her heart, was going to be throwing a Halloween party. I couldn't believe it.

A party meant not just bodies, but people she actually knew. That solved my biggest problem. I could slip into someone who wouldn't be a stranger to her. And if it was someone she was attracted to or had already slept with, even better.

There was one other item on the kitchen table that made me curious though: a small pink shopping bag, like the kind from a lingerie boutique, with the tissue paper sticking out the top. I leaned over it and tried to pull the tissue to see inside, but my fingers went right through it.

I stared at it the rest of the morning. Was this going to be for her party? No, she seemed too shy to wear lingerie in front of her guests.

Then I started to wonder if it might be with only her girlfriends. Either way, I couldn't wait to find out.

I heard her key in the lock. Apparently, she was coming home from a night shift.

When she walked in, she didn't stop for water, the bathroom or even to check her mail. She just went straight to the kitchen table and picked up the pink bag before walking into her bedroom.

Naturally, I followed her.

She set it on the bed and took out the tissue paper, pulling out a long, white nightgown. She took her dress off, shook the gown out, pulled it over her head, and drew it down over her hips, letting the fabric settle against her skin.

From where I stood behind her, I could see her reflection in the mirror.

The neckline dipped low with a sheer floral panel beneath the bust, the edges trimmed in delicate scalloped lace that made her skin look even softer. It fit her perfectly.

She hiked up the back and did the thing I used to do to take off my bra without taking off my top. It was sexier the way she did it, letting her breasts settle into the thin fabric.

She looked in the mirror again, studying herself like a woman appreciating the natural curves she'd been given.

"Okay," she whispered to herself. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

She gathered a fistful of the long skirt in each hand and lifted it slowly, then let it fall. She lifted it a little higher this time, as if wondering if she should even wear panties with it.

Or maybe, that's just what I wanted to think.

* * *

The big night was eleven days away, and I still didn't have an exact plan for how this was going to work. So one afternoon while Natalie was gone, I drifted in to get some ideas.

I didn't find them in her bedroom, her kitchen or even her bathroom. But when I glided into her closet, I found it.

A Ouija board.

It was on the top shelf, stacked on some old shoeboxes, still in its plastic wrap and hanging over the edge.

It was probably a gag gift from someone who didn't believe in ghosts or spirits.

Yeah, a gag gift. We'll see about that.

As close as it was to falling, I couldn't move it. But there's one object in that box that a ghost can move any day of the year: the planchette. The small heart-shaped pointer that comes with every Ouija board. If I pushed it hard enough inside the box, maybe it would tip the whole thing over.

I tried and nothing happened. So I tried again, this time with every bit of will a dead girl could gather. Something inside gave a tiny tick, the planchette slid and hit the far wall of the box, and the whole thing toppled off the shelf, landing on the closet floor with a thud.

Success!

Less than an hour later, she came home. I stood back in the far corner of her bedroom waiting for her to see it.

When she stopped in the closet doorway, she noticed it on the floor.

"Wait. How did this get down here?" she asked, speaking to no one - she thought.

As she picked it up, I watched her face, how it broke into a delighted smile.

"Ohhhh," she said. "This will be perfect."

It was a good sign. With that I knew I'd figure out something.

Natalie set the box on the bed, patted it like it was her new pet, and went toward her bathroom.

She turned the water on and let it run. With her back to me, she unzipped her dress, letting it fall off her shoulders to the floor.

As I watched her get into the shower, I kept thinking about the Ouija board. How I could use it to my advantage. And how it would let me somehow touch everything I was looking at through that clear shower curtain.

* * *

It was now the day before Halloween, and I still had no idea who'd be at her party. Because her place was so small, I didn't imagine there'd be more than ten people. Maybe fewer.

When she set her phone down on the kitchen table, she left her notes app open. I leaned over and read it fast, before the screen went black.

HALLOWEEN

- Rhonda, Isabella, Amy

- text them the start time, 8:30 PM, and that it's a slumber party

- remind them to bring apps

- Store: brandy, gin, oranges, apples, cinnamon sticks, candy corn

- Make sangria

- Make sign for pitcher

- Set Ouija board out

Perfect.

Rhonda, Isabella, Amy were the names I knew from their sexy little ASMR videos they made at Natalie's place. Some with Natalie, some without.

Right then, Natalie's phone lit up showing a text on the top of the screen. It was from someone named DT.

DT: We need to talk. And by the way, I still have your panties.

DT? Who was that?

Whoever it was, they should know better than to send a text that personal. Didn't they know that messages like that pop up on a phone screen long enough that anyone standing nearby (or floating) can read them?

It was then that I remembered a name that wasn't on her party list: Doctor Turner. She'd been in plenty of Natalie's videos - it had to be her.

When Natalie got in her car to go to the store, I floated through the passenger door and rode invisible shotgun. When she went into the store, I waited in the car, contemplating.

When we got back to her place, I hung out next to her refrigerator and watched as she opened a bottle of wine from the case on the floor and poured it into a big glass pitcher, adding a splash of brandy, then gin, with a bigger splash.

She sliced the oranges into thin rounds, licking the juice off her hands without a second thought. Watching her tongue move made me think of what I hoped it would be doing tomorrow night.

The apples came next, diced and dropped in with the cinnamon sticks. She stirred it with a long wooden spoon, covered the top with plastic wrap and pushed it to the back of the fridge.

After that she reached into the junk drawer next to her stove for a piece of black poster board. With a silver pen, she made a cute sign: LOVE POTION # 9, with a tiny heart dotting the "I".

Love potion? Cute.

* * *

Halloween finally arrived, and I followed Natalie around as she spent the afternoon getting ready.

By six o'clock she was dressed in her new nightgown, with a simple white cotton thong underneath.

On the kitchen table she had spread out a black tablecloth and a row of wine glasses. Next to them sat the stack of bat napkins, and three tall black candles. And last but not least, a small skull-shaped plate heaped with candy corn.

She propped the Ouija board off to the side like it was the guest of honor and took the pitcher of sangria out of the fridge to set it in the middle of the table.

I noticed how the oranges and apples had turned brown from the wine. It looked delicious.

She set her poster board sign up against the pitcher glass.

On the front porch she set up the fog machine to the side of the front steps. Then she went back inside and emptied the bags of candy in a large bowl.

In her bedroom, she had already draped the orange string of lights along the headboard, hanging them on the hooks that were already in the wall. She plugged them in, then switched off the bedside lamps. It gave the room a soft orange glow. She lined the dresser and both nightstands with even more candles but didn't light any of them yet.

My guess, by her setup, was that they would start in the kitchen with drinks and appetizers and then move to her bedroom to use the Ouija board by candlelight. Then after, with the four of them on her bed, they'd sleep close.

It seemed like things were getting easier and easier for me.

Out in front, the first trick-or-treaters were knocking. When she went to answer the door, Natalie held the bowl of candy on her hip, bending down to give each tiny visitor three pieces. I watched as the moms hurried their children away while the dads seemed to want to linger.

It was eight o'clock when Rhonda arrived, half an hour before the party was to begin. When Natalie answered the door, Rhonda was holding a foil-covered tray in her hands.

Rhonda looked at her in awe.

"Well, well. Somebody's dressed to haunt," she said.

Natalie smiled. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" Rhonda said, her eyes dropping to the neckline. "It's the sexiest Halloween nightgown I've ever seen."

"Well, you don't look so bad yourself," Natalie said, her eyes trailing over her, motioning for her to come in. "That's a pretty dangerous outfit for a slumber party."

"That was the idea," Rhonda said with a funny smile.

As Natalie took the tray from her and set it on the counter, I got a better look at what Rhonda had on: a black satin pajama set with a short, slinky top, lace at the neckline and matching shorts. Her pinkish-blonde hair was pinned up.

Natalie looked down at Rhonda's appetizer. "And what are these?"

"They're jalapeño poppers wrapped in strips of crescent dough. I'm calling them mummy poppers. The black peppercorns are the eyes."

"They're adorable," Natalie said.

But then there was an awkward silence between them.

"Hey," Rhonda said, breaking it. "I never really apologized for barging in on you last month. It really wasn't any of my business to-"

"No," Natalie interrupted. "It's me that owes you an apology. You have no idea how embarrassed I was - and still am."

"Well, just know I won't do that again," Rhonda said.

Natalie shook her head. "Rhonda. You can come by anytime you want. I had a meeting with her a couple weeks ago and set some boundaries."

Meeting? Rhonda caught the word too.

"What do you mean, meeting? Was that someone you work with?"

Natalie gave an embarrassed nod. "Yes, that's Doctor Turner."

Rhonda's mouth opened wide. "Wait. Isn't she your boss?"

"Yeah, but I swear it's under control now."

"But when I saw you... you were both naked in the bathroom."

"It's a long story, Rhonda. And if you don't mind, can we save it for another time?"

Naked? In the bathroom with her boss? This was a story I couldn't wait to hear.

"Sure," Rhonda said. "But... just tell me one thing."

"What's that?"

Rhonda hesitated. "Do you like her?"

"No," Natalie said quickly. "It's not like that. It's just really complicated. It has more to do with my job than anything else."

With her job? This was now sounding even juicier.

Rhonda nodded slowly, like she was trying to believe her. She didn't look like she did.

"You know," she said quietly. "I'm not upset that you were with someone. But someday, I'd like to hear that long story."

"I know," Natalie said. "Just not tonight, okay?"

Rhonda didn't say anything. For a moment I started to wonder if my plan was about to fall apart before the other guests even arrived.

Then Rhonda let out a breath. "Okay, but I'm holding you to it. Besides, I've been looking forward to tonight for too long to let this ruin it." She gave Natalie a small smile.

"Me too," Natalie said. "And now that confession's over, let's have a good time."

Rhonda picked up one of her appetizers and held it up to Natalie's mouth in a communion-like way.

"May a piece of the mummy be with you," she said in a low voice.

Natalie laughed at Rhonda's churchy joke before taking a bite.

For someone who'd just found out the naked woman in Natalie's bathroom was her boss, Rhonda seemed awfully willing to let it go. It showed me how much she wanted to be in good with Natalie again - and that my plan hadn't derailed after all.

"Damn, Rhonda. These are good. And spicy."

Rhonda smiled and took one too. While she ate it, Natalie poured them each a glass of sangria to cool the heat.

Glancing at the sign now lying flat on the table, Rhonda asked, "Love potion, huh? Does it work?"

"It better," Natalie said, handing her a glass. "I don't want you to hate me anymore."

"Hate you? C'mon, Natalie. For as long as we've known each other? Not possible."

They clinked glasses and sipped.

I'd seen enough of their videos to know that Rhonda and Natalie never figured out what they were to each other. Always flirty, but nothing more. If Natalie was going to be kissing anyone tonight, it'd be Rhonda. Which meant Rhonda's body would be the one I'd borrow.

"Oh wow," Rhonda said, pointing to the Ouija board on the table. "Are we gonna play this, or is it just for decoration?"

"I don't know," Natalie said. "Might be fun, don't you think?"

"Maybe. As long as you ply me with enough alcohol," Rhonda said, half-laughing.

"Deal," Natalie said, as she reached for the sangria to top off Rhonda's glass.

Natalie then turned around and grabbed a lighter from the kitchen drawer. As she lit the candles, I started getting more excited knowing how everything was falling into place. When she began to light the third candle, I must have exhaled, sending a cold draft across the room. All three flames bent sideways and sputtered, but didn't go out.

"Whoa," Rhonda said, as she shivered. "Did you feel that?"

"Yeah," Natalie said, rubbing her forearm. Then, with a mock-serious look, she added, "Maybe we have a ghost in here tonight."

"And my guess is it probably likes what it sees," Rhonda said, her eyes dropping to the front of Natalie's nightgown.

Rhonda was right. I did like what I saw - from both of them. Especially with what the cold air I sent did to them.

"You know, your ghost might think it's a little more inviting in here with the lights off," Rhonda said, nodding toward the candles.

"Then go for it," Natalie said.

Rhonda flicked off the overhead switch. The kitchen went gold with the candlelight, creating the perfect Halloween mood.

When the doorbell rang again, Natalie took the bowl of candy while Rhonda followed her to the doorway.

I moved behind them like an invisible chaperone.

Three adorable trick-or-treaters stood on the porch in a cloud of fog-machine mist: a pirate, a sailor and a scary clown.

"Well, Happy Halloween," Natalie said sweetly, crouching down to drop the candy in their bags.

The mother who stood at the bottom of the steps gave Natalie a dirty look.

When Natalie closed the door, Rhonda tried not to laugh.

"Um, you might want to check something," Rhonda said, looking at Natalie's chest.

"What?"

"I think it's a tit bit nipply in here," Rhonda said, trying to keep a straight face.

Natalie looked down, then quickly crossed her arms. "Oh my God," she said, embarrassed.

That's when Rhonda did a flirty thing.

"Come here," she said to Natalie. "Let me warm you up."

As she moved close to her she started rubbing Natalie's arms. I hoped she'd move in even closer so that their tits would touch. But they didn't.

"Better?" Rhonda asked.

"Yeah. Better."

Perfect. The two of them were already starting. And with more sangria to be had, I knew this would be a cinch.

By 8:30 PM, the candles had burned down nearly an inch. All the little munchkins, pirates and pumpkins were slowly being replaced by older teenagers - who put less effort into their costumes than my sister put into my eulogy.

Natalie and Rhonda were most of the way through their second glass of sangria when the doorbell rang again.

Natalie answered it alone. On the porch stood a young man, with a plastic arrow through his head, the kind that Steve Martin used to wear on stage in his early days. When Natalie saw him she laughed, making her low neckline slip a bit. His eyes went directly there, like it was the first time he'd ever seen a woman in a low-cut anything.

Natalie gave him a crooked smile trying to break him out of his daze. "Earth to Steve Martin. Hey, aren't you even going to say trick or treat?"

His mouth opened but nothing came out.

As she lifted the bowl, he raised his bag, still in a trance. Natalie then poured every last piece of candy in it. "Take it all," she said.

"Th-thanks," he croaked.

He backed down the steps without looking away. When he turned and ran, the arrow fell off his head onto the sidewalk.

Natalie just shook her head as she switched off the porch light and unplugged the fog machine. Trick-or-treating - for this house at least - was over. But right when Natalie got back to the kitchen, the doorbell rang again. I floated over to see. It wasn't any more kids. It was Amy and Isabella, with their hands full.

"Trick or treat," Isabella sang, as Natalie opened the door.

Isabella was the shorter of the two. With her cropped blonde hair and flannel pajamas covered in tiny cartoon pumpkins, she looked as cute as could be. Especially with a chest that filled out her pajama top nicely.

Behind her was Amy, a tall, dark-haired woman wearing silky emerald bottoms and a matching camisole - which looked like it was having an even harder job than Isabella's top. She was holding a glass bowl of dip, with a bag of tortilla chips tucked under her arm. Isabella held a Pyrex dish with a plastic cover.

I circled the two of them once as they walked inside.

"Come on in," Natalie said.

"We made graveyard guacamole," Amy said, holding up the bowl.

"Yeah," Isabella said. "Amy reminded me to put the avocado seeds back in it to keep it from turning brown. Can you picture me naked at two in the morning, picking them out of my kitchen compost?"

Amy bumped her shoulder against Isabella's.

Natalie glanced at Rhonda, who looked away, smiling.

Isabella tried changing the subject.

"Your gown's amazing," Isabella said to Natalie, eyeing her up and down. "Is that new?"

"Thanks, and yes," Natalie said, taking the bowl from Amy. "It was a gift. To myself."

"Good gift," Amy said, glancing at how perfectly it framed Natalie's breasts.

Isabella set her dish down and lifted the cover off. It showed a row of deviled eggs, each one with half an olive and thin lines of piped black gel sitting on a bed of lettuce.

"These are spider eggs," she announced proudly.

"That's disgusting," Rhonda said as she took one.

Both Amy and Isabella turned to survey the table Natalie had set.

"This looks so nice," Amy said. "You really know how to set the mood."

I noticed Isabella staring at the Ouija board.

"Natalie," she said slowly. "Are we going to-?"

"If you both want to," Natalie said, with a smile.

"Yikes," Amy said, reaching for the pitcher of sangria on the table. "Only after some of this though."

She poured the remaining sangria into two more wine glasses for her and Isabella.

"Sorry there's not more, but we said 8:30 and couldn't wait. At least you get to taste it," Natalie said. "But don't worry, I've got plenty of red wine."

Natalie reached down to grab a bottle from the case on the floor.

"So did you guys get a lot of trick-or-treaters?" Isabella asked, as she sat on one of the kitchen stools.

"Enough," Natalie said as she uncorked the wine.

"Older ones too," Rhonda said, smirking. "Little freeloaders."

Amy laughed. "Hey, I was guilty of that once. My freshman year in college I went trick-or-treating with just a bikini top under an open flannel." She shrugged. "Full-size candy bars at every house."

"Imagine that," Isabella said sarcastically.

I was already imagining it. And with my plan taking shape, soon I'd be seeing her full-size ones.

"I tried trick-or-treating as an adult once," Rhonda said jokingly. "All I got were fun-sized."

Everyone cracked up.

Natalie began pouring the wine. Rhonda took the first sip.

"Ooh nice, Natalie," Rhonda said. "Is this a Zinfandel?"

"It is," Natalie said, sounding pleased she noticed.

The four of them stood around the kitchen table in their pajamas, talking and laughing, having tiny bites of food in between. As they imbibed, I took in each of them, the four women I'd be spending the night with.

"God! This wine really is delicious," Isabella said. She lifted her glass to toast, "To friends like Natalie, with good taste."

I could hardly wait to find out Natalie's good taste.

But then I noticed that something was off. It was the way Amy kept glancing over at Natalie, more than normal. I thought that Isabella and Amy were together from Isabella's little slip-up when they walked in. If they in fact were, it wasn't stopping Amy from feasting her eyes on Natalie's nightgown.

I looked at Isabella. She was mid-sentence with Rhonda.

I looked back at Amy, who was trying not to be too obvious.

Sorry, sweetie, I thought. Tonight's not your turn.

Another bottle of wine was opened - it went down even quicker than the first. Pretty soon they all seemed looser. It was exactly what I needed to happen.

"Okay," Isabella said as she eyed the Ouija board. "Are we doing this or not?"

"We're doing it," Natalie said. "Bedroom everyone, grab your glass."

Isabella scooped up the Ouija board like she'd been elected to carry it. Natalie pulled a fresh bottle of Zinfandel from the case, uncorked it, and handed it to Amy. Rhonda took her last bite of spider egg, then grabbed her glass.

Natalie blew out the candles, making everything go dark. I glanced at her kitchen clock. It was 10:40 PM. I hurried into the bedroom, anticipating my next move.

Isabella opened the Ouija box and pulled out the board and planchette, setting them both in the middle of the bed.

"Now let's just relax and breathe," Isabella said. "This has to be done right."

"Done right?" Rhonda repeated, settling cross-legged near the headboard. "It's a toy from Hasbro, Isabella."

"No, Rhonda," Isabella argued. "It's a portal."

Isabella wasn't wrong. She just didn't know that a spirit was already there waiting.

Amy tucked her legs beneath her, after setting the Zinfandel bottle down within easy reach.

Natalie went over to the dresser and nightstands, lighting the candles one by one. In seconds, the room glowed with small, trembling flames. When she finished, she reached over and switched off the orange string lights along the headboard.

The room was now filled with candlelight, warm and unsteady.

As Natalie climbed onto the bed to join the rest, I floated above for the best view.

"Wait," Isabella said, holding up a hand. "There's a rule about who touches it first. That's the person the spirit picks."

"Touches what?" Natalie asked.

"The planchette," she said, pointing at it.

The three of them looked at her like she was crazy.

Natalie finally reached over and tapped the planchette before anyone could stop her.

"There. It's me," she said with the confidence of a girl filled with enough alcohol but not enough food.

"Okay then," Isabella said, "just know that the spirit is going to pick you."

Little did she know, this spirit already had - but for something more than spelling out letters on a board.

"C'mon, Isabella. It doesn't pick anyone," Rhonda said. "It's plastic."

"No," Isabella said. "We're getting in touch with the spiritual world."

Watching Isabella act like she knew everything about my realm was too much. The truth was, it didn't matter who touched it first - I was going to do whatever I wanted.

Then came the moment. Isabella reached out and placed two fingers on the planchette. Natalie followed her move, doing the same.

Rhonda and Amy watched.

Isabella spoke, dropping her voice into something that tried to sound mystical.

"Is there a spirit with us tonight?"

Just as soon as she said it, I could feel Isabella trying to nudge toward the word YES.

You little bitch. The one night a year I get to do anything real and you want to fake a connection with the dead? No fucking way.

I shoved the planchette back against her fingers, hard enough that she gasped. She yanked back like she'd touched a hot stove.

"What?" Rhonda said. "What'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything, it pushed back at me," Isabella said, staring at her fingers.

Rhonda's eyes cut over to Natalie. Her hands were now in her lap. "Be honest, Natalie. Did you do that?"

"No, I swear," Natalie said, her voice sounding worried. "It did it on its own."

"Bullshit," Rhonda said sharply. "Let me try it with Amy."

She pushed the board across the comforter. Amy looked uneasy.

"Do this," Rhonda said, guiding Amy's fingers onto the plastic piece.

"Okay, Spirit... or whatever you are," Rhonda said daringly. "Let us know you're real."

To test me, Rhonda eased her and Amy's fingers away from the plastic, neither of them touching it. So they wouldn't doubt me, I moved the planchette to YES.

Everyone froze.

Isabella sounded nervous now. "I'm not sure I want to keep going."

"What are you talking about? You're the one who's all into this," Rhonda retorted.

"I'm having second thoughts myself," Amy said quietly, scooting back slightly from the board.

Dammit. I reacted too harshly to Isabella. Fortunately, Natalie didn't look scared at all. If anything, she looked curious.

"Let's not even touch it this time," Natalie said to the group. "Maybe let's just see what it does if we keep asking questions."

What a great idea, I thought.

She went on. "Before we ask you anything else, Spirit... by chance, are you a woman?"

It was a smart question to ask - one that would hopefully put them at ease. I moved the planchette again.

YES.

"Well, that changes things... a little," Rhonda said, half-relieved.

"I don't know," Isabella said, "just because she's a woman doesn't mean-"

Before she could finish her sentence, I began to spell out, S. O. R. R. Y.

I wasn't really sorry. But I needed to do something to get on Isabella's good side.

They all watched the board in amazement.

"Well, at least she's polite," Amy said, her face starting to relax.

Then, a little sheepishly, Isabella leaned in.

"Spirit," she started. "Hey uh... I'm sorry for doing what I did."

Rhonda shot her a look. "I knew it."

Isabella continued. "But if we don't touch the plastic will you keep talking with us like this?"

Of course I was willing to talk. It was how I was going to control everything. I answered YES.

The four of them exhaled in unison. So I wrote:

B. U. T. F. I. R. S. T.

Then...

N. E. E. D.

"Need," Rhonda read. "Need what first?"

C. O. N. N. E. C. T. I. O. N.

"Connection," Natalie finished, her voice barely above a whisper.

T. O. C. O. N. T. I. N. U. E.

Nobody spoke for a second.

"Connection, what kind of connection?" Amy asked.

P. E. R. S. O. N. A. L. I. T. E. M.

"Personal item," Rhonda read slowly.

"What the heck does that mean?" Isabella asked. "Like a ring or necklace?"

I moved the planchette again.

M. O. R. E. P. E. R. S. O. N. A. L.

"More personal? How personal are we talking?" Amy asked, her voice dropping.

I knew I might be pushing things, but had to steer this ship in the direction I needed.

W. H. A. T. Y. O. U. A. R. E. W. E. A. R. I. N. G.

"What you are wearing. Like everything we have on? That's a big ask, isn't it?" Amy said. "Uh, no offense to our new ghost friend, but I'm not stripping for a board game."

"We don't have to do anything it says," Rhonda added.

"No, we don't," Isabella agreed. "And I'm fine to just stop right now."

Natalie glanced at the others as if waiting for someone to admit that maybe this was all going a little too far.

I figured I better say something.

D. O. N. T. B. E. S. C. A. R. E. D.

And after that:

T. H. A. N. K. Y. O. U. F. O. R. I. N. V. I. T. I. N. G. M. E.

Natalie put a hand to her chest. "Inviting you?"

I. V. E. B. E. E. N. S. O. A. L. O. N. E.

The room went quiet in a different way now.

"How long?" Amy asked softly.

4. Y. E. A. R. S.

"Oh my God," Isabella said. "What happened to you?"

D. R. U. N. K. D. R. I. V. E. R.

Nobody said anything for a moment. Amy reached over and squeezed Isabella's hand.

Then more flattery:

Y. O. U. A. R. E. A. L. L. S. O. B. E. A. U. T. I. F. U. L.

I knew I was laying it on thick. The scary part was that none of it was a lie.

Isabella let out a breath, her shoulders dropping. She looked around at the others, and a slow smile crept onto her face.

"Okay, I know this is going to sound crazy coming from me right now," she said, "but... maybe we should think about it."

Rhonda raised an eyebrow. "Think about what? Getting naked for a dead girl?"

"No, I mean, think about what's really going on here," Isabella said. "When is something like this ever going to happen again? Right now we are in touch with a real spirit, who wants connection."

"That's not a good reason to undress though, is it?" Amy said.

Isabella jumped back in. "I didn't say it was a good reason. I'm saying that maybe this is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to do something like this. Besides, it's just-"

"Oh jeez, Isabella," Amy interrupted. "Please don't say 'it's just us girls'."

Isabella rolled her eyes. "Fine. I won't." She turned to the others. "But think about it this way: how many people in their lifetime get to say they did anything as crazy as undressing for a ghost - on Halloween?"

Natalie reached for her wine to take a big sip. Then she looked at Amy. "You know, she does kinda have a point."

"But..." Amy started. "Do you think she's into women?"

"Duh," Rhonda said to Amy, "why do you think she's asking a bed full of girls to strip?"

They all looked at each other, not sure what to do.

Natalie finally spoke. "I don't know... maybe Isabella's right. Maybe we're all just being a bit too prudish," she said, her voice quieter now. "But I'm not sure about taking everything off."

"Me neither," Rhonda said.

I couldn't read their minds, but I could tell something was brewing.

Isabella glanced down at the board. "Spirit... what if we just took off our tops?"

I considered protesting but then remembered how a little can always turn into more - if you're patient.

I slid the planchette.

J. U. S. T. T. O. P. S. O. K.

"She says just our tops is okay," Rhonda read, sounding more relaxed. "I'd be fine with that... I think."

"As long as it's nothing more, okay sure," Isabella said almost instantly.

"But," Amy said, holding up a finger. "I don't have a bra on under this."

"Amy, I don't have a bra on either," Isabella said. "We came to a slumber party, not a Christian summer camp."

Natalie laughed at Isabella. "C'mon, Amy, we've all seen each other in our videos. Be honest, is it because you're bigger than the rest of us?"

"I'm only a D, Natalie," Amy said.

Rhonda gestured at her own chest. "Only? Please, Amy. At least yours get compliments."

Amy sighed. "Fine. But this stays between us. Nobody says a word outside this room. Ever. Okay?"

"Obviously," Isabella said. Then pressing a hand to her heart, "I promise I'll take it to my grave."

It was funny how she'd picked the exact right words for the situation.

Natalie turned back toward the board. "Spirit... if we really do this - do you promise to tell us stuff we want to know?"

I moved the planchette to YES.

Nobody reached for their tops.

Instead, all four of them reached for their glasses at the same time and drank. Not sips. Gulps. Rhonda finished hers first and held it out to Amy, who emptied what was left of the Zinfandel into all four glasses.

Isabella was the first to set her glass down on the nightstand. She reached for the hem of her flannel top and pulled it up over her head in one quick motion, letting her breasts spill free. "Okay," she said, tossing her pajama top aside. "There... that's not so bad."

"Not so bad?" Rhonda said, eyebrows raised. "That's an understatement if I ever heard one."

Isabella, clearly pleased with herself, glanced at Amy, like she was checking in with her.

Amy went next, slower. She drew her camisole halfway up, the emerald silk bunching just under the curve of her breasts, and stopped.

"Wait," she muttered.

"Wait for what?" Rhonda asked.

Amy glanced at Natalie. "You don't have any of your cameras on, do you?"

Natalie looked at her. "Are you kidding? Nothing about tonight leaves this room."

Amy grabbed the hem of her camisole again and lifted it - clearing her breasts for a couple seconds before pulling it back down.

Rhonda looked at her laughing. "Oh please! What are you, Tove Lo?"

"Shut up," Amy said, glancing at Isabella for a half second.

"Come on, Amy," Isabella said gently. "Don't you want our spirit to keep talking to us?"

"Yeah... I do," Amy said as if she were admitting something she was afraid to say out loud.

She grabbed the hem again and peeled it up slowly this time, the material catching slightly on her nipples, right before her breasts dropped free. Then she let it slip off the side of the bed.

As expected, they were even fuller than Isabella's, and heavier. She gave a look like she was satisfied that the hard part was over.

That left Rhonda and Natalie, who were both trying not to stare.

Rhonda glanced down at her satin top, then over at Natalie.

Natalie just gave her a small nod.

Rhonda let out a slow exhale. "Screw it."

She pulled her top over her head. Her breasts were smaller than theirs, but perfectly shaped. She crossed her arms loosely over herself, not trying too hard to hide anything.

"There," she said. "Happy?"

I moved the planchette.

R. H. O. N. D. A. Y. O. U. A. R. E. B. E. A. U. T. I. F. U. L.

Rhonda read it back quietly. "Rhonda, you are beautiful."

Slowly, her arms dropped as something in her face softened too.

"Thank you," she said, looking down at the board even though I was right above her.

"She's right," Natalie said quietly. "You really are."

Rhonda just smiled at her.

"My gosh, Rhonda," Isabella said. "Your boobs look perfect in this candlelight."

"They do, I'm kinda jealous," Amy added.

Rhonda looked straight at Amy's chest then Isabella's. "Come on. Don't bullshit me."

"We're not bullshitting you," Amy said. "You'll still be perky at eighty. Mine will be touching my knees."

Everyone burst out laughing, even Rhonda.

Amy was right. And being that I died young, mine will stay perky for eternity.

The only person whose chest was still covered was Natalie. I let the planchette drift across the board, rounded end first, toward her. When it was at the edge of the board, I stopped it, and turned it 180 degrees until its pointed tip was aimed right at her.

All eyes opened wide.

"Okay, okay," Natalie said, laughing nervously. "I get it."

She looked down at her nightgown.

"Um," she said. "Mine's kind of all one piece."

Natalie looked at Rhonda for a quick moment, then got up on her knees, took a breath, and pulled the nightgown over her head.

Watching her breasts drop free in front of her friends was different than watching her undress alone. This time she had a live audience. Plus one dead one, drinking in every inch of her.

She set her nightgown aside, leaving her in nothing but her white thong, technically making her more naked than the rest.

"Well," Natalie said, her voice a little unsteady. "We did it."

"Now ask your questions," Isabella said, practically vibrating with excitement. "If we're gonna be sitting here with our titties out, let's get some answers."

I loved her way with words. There were four beautiful women, topless on a bed - or should I say, with their titties out - all waiting to hear from me.

Rhonda cleared her throat. "Spirit... do you like watching us?"

I noticed how Rhonda was sitting up straighter, not hiding herself anymore.

I didn't wait. YES.

Amy teased. "Like, in general? Or because we're half-naked?"

I slid the planchette.

B. O. T. H.

"Guess that settles it," Natalie said, laughing. "She's definitely into women."

Amy shifted. "Okay. My turn to ask."

She wrapped her arms loosely around her bent knees, not from modesty, but like she needed something to hold onto while she worked up the nerve. Her eyes flicked toward Natalie, quick, involuntary, the same look I'd caught in the kitchen.

"Spirit," she said softly, like she needed to confirm it. "Since you like girls, would you say you can read the four of us pretty well?"

I didn't make her wait and slid it over to YES.

Amy hesitated, then smiled. "Okay, then, if you had to match us up personality-wise... who would go with who?"

For a split second, her eyes flicked toward Natalie again.

I knew where she was going with this. Amy was a woman hoping that a stranger - a dead one, mind you - could take the blame for giving an answer Isabella wouldn't have wanted to hear.

I wrote it out even faster.

A. M. Y. W. I. T. H. I. S. A. B. E. L. L. A.

Isabella laughed, missing the weight of it entirely. "Well, of course."

Amy did her best to nod, like she was agreeing to something she had to in front of Isabella.

"And the others?" Isabella asked, grinning. "Who gets Rhonda?"

I spelled it out quickly.

N. A. T. A. L. I. E.

Rhonda went very still.

Natalie looked embarrassed.

Rhonda turned to her, keeping her voice light. "You sure there's no one else you'd rather be with?"

To Isabella and Amy, it probably sounded like teasing. But I knew exactly who she was referring to.

Natalie held her eyes. "I'm positive."

Pairing them up went better than I thought it would. Now I just had to make it stick.

Step one was Amy. I needed her to want Isabella again, and to stop looking over at Natalie.

Step two was Natalie and Rhonda. All I needed to do was to clear away anything that was holding them back. To get them into each other's arms so that when my hour started, all I'd have to do was step in.

And like every Halloween since I died, I felt it. That same internal pull, my body's way of letting me know that it was now eleven o'clock.

Every candle in the room flickered at once, confirming it.

The "love potion" sangria they'd enjoyed earlier was a nice idea. But it wasn't real. What I could do though... was very real.

All four of their wine glasses were within their reach. I stirred every bit of ghostly magic that I could into those glasses, making their wine shimmer. With four sets of bare breasts in front of them, nobody even noticed.

All I needed was for them to take a sip. And the same way I can make a room go cold, I can also make a bed full of almost-naked girls feel thirsty.

So I did, knowing it wouldn't make anyone want what they didn't already want.

Amy felt it first and reached for her glass, taking a long sip. Then Natalie and Rhonda followed. Last was Isabella - who of the four probably needed it the least.

It worked almost immediately. Something in Amy's face said it all. The careful expression she'd worn all night finally let go. She looked over at Isabella like she'd been missing her.

"Hey," Amy said quietly.

Isabella blinked. "Hey yourself."

"C'mere," Amy said, seemingly ignoring anything but her own desire.

Isabella didn't need to be told twice. She set her and Amy's glasses on the dresser next to the bottle, then shifted across the bed, closing the small distance between them.

When Amy leaned in and kissed her, it wasn't quick. It wasn't shy either, especially given how I perceived Amy to be. Her hand came up to cradle the side of Isabella's face, and Isabella's fingers curled into the front of Amy's hair.

Rhonda and Natalie didn't say a word, but instead, Rhonda set her and Natalie's glasses on the nightstand, never looking away from the couple on the other side of the bed.

The Halloween slumber party was officially starting.

Natalie reached to pull their side of the comforter down and Rhonda helped her. Amy and Isabella broke apart just long enough to join in, shoving it down toward the foot of the bed. When they did, the Ouija board slid off onto the floor. Nobody seemed to care.

The ripple through the room now felt like an electrical current.

The kiss between Isabella and Amy resumed, hungrier this time. As it deepened, Amy made a small sound against Isabella's mouth. A sound sexier than any word she could say.

Isabella's hand left Amy's hair and found her breast, cupping it softly. Amy arched into her touch.

Then Rhonda's hand slowly found Natalie's thigh, resting there like a question. Natalie put her hand on Rhonda's without saying a word, then went back to watching Amy and Isabella.

Isabella had pushed Amy back against the pillows, her mouth trailing from Amy's lips down to her throat. Amy's hips shifted restlessly, her hands tugging impatiently at Isabella's flannel pajama shorts until they came off. Then the black bikini panties Isabella had on went next.

I kept hovering, feeling my own need.

Rhonda's hand stayed on Natalie's thigh, making slow lazy strokes, drifting higher each time. Natalie kept paying attention to what Amy and Isabella were doing. As she did, I watched her knees drift apart, little by little. Rhonda hooked one finger under the thin strap of Natalie's thong and gave it a gentle, teasing tug.

Not to be outdone, Natalie slid her hand higher on Rhonda's lap and began running her fingertips over her shorts. As her hand moved to the inside of one thigh, I could see a dark spot starting to spread on the black satin.

Amy and Isabella started moving along faster than I'd expected. Isabella was kissing her way down Amy's stomach. When she reached the waistband of Amy's emerald shorts, she slid them down her legs.

Underneath was a pair of soft cotton boy shorts, pale pink with tiny white hearts. Isabella worked those down too. I don't know why, but it surprised me how nicely manicured Amy was. Probably because when you have an attraction for someone else, you keep everything nice and trimmed, just in case.

Meanwhile, Rhonda's fingers had found their way between Natalie's legs, still outside her panties.

Right where my mouth would eventually be.

Natalie bit her lip, momentarily looking down at herself to see.

When Rhonda turned her head closer to Natalie's lips, Natalie finally kissed her. It was then that I actually started feeling jealous - until I reminded myself again that it would be my lips there in a minute.

As I watched Natalie's hand tighten in the fabric of Rhonda's shorts, Rhonda's fingers began moving slightly past the waistband of Natalie's thong. Neither of them was paying attention anymore to what was going on with Amy and Isabella.

Natalie tugged at Rhonda's pajama shorts. Rhonda pulled back far enough to take them off, kicking them free one ankle at a time. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Natalie whispered breathlessly against her mouth. "How did I know you weren't wearing any panties tonight, naughty girl?"

Rhonda grinned against her lips. "Well... last time I came over, I guess I just assumed that was the new rule here."

Natalie's face went red. She waited a second, then pulled Rhonda closer. "Okay, I deserve that. But can I make it up to you... starting right now?"

"You'd better," Rhonda said in a slow, sensual voice.

Natalie eased Rhonda onto her back against the pillows and kissed her softly, letting her hand slide down Rhonda's stomach, past her navel. Rhonda's knees fell open. Natalie smiled as her fingers slid down between her legs. When she slid a finger inside her, Rhonda's head tipped back into the pillow and her eyes closed. Natalie then took her time, slow and deep, her thumb never leaving Rhonda's clit.

As I watched Natalie's fingers move like that, I made my move. To do what I'd been waiting weeks for.

I drifted up until I was floating right above Rhonda, then turned over so I was facing the ceiling, the same way she was lying. With my back to her chest, my head over hers, my legs lined up with her legs, I let myself slowly sink down into her.

It felt like lowering myself into a warm bath. Slipping into her until we were one.

For one disorienting second, everything doubled. I could feel Rhonda's own thoughts, distant and warm. And underneath them, the rush of having a Halloween body again.

Every heartbeat, every nerve, every inch of it was mine now. Including a pussy that had Natalie's fingers in it.

I had forgotten what it was like to be touched by a woman.

My hips (well, Rhonda's hips) lifted as Natalie leaned over me, her hair falling around both of us.

Then her lips parted for another kiss. A kiss that started with Rhonda and kept on with me.

I didn't realize how much I needed it. A real connection with someone. Someone I was actually attracted to this time.

I reached up and cupped her breasts. They not only filled my hands but were softer than I'd imagined. When I brushed my thumbs over her nipples, Natalie let out a small sound against my mouth.

She broke the kiss and shifted, bracing one hand on the pillow beside my head. She leaned down over me until her breast was right above my face, while her other hand never stopped moving between my legs.

I took her nipple into my mouth, exactly the way I'd pictured doing it for weeks. I circled it with my tongue, then sucked gently. Her fingers pushed deeper inside me, like my mouth was telling her hand what to do.

I moved to her other breast and gave it the same attention. Every time I would suck harder or graze her nipple with my teeth, she'd gasp and press herself harder into my mouth.

I rolled us onto our sides, making Natalie's fingers slip out for a second. Once we were facing each other, they found their way right back inside me.

Our mouths found each other again. I slid my hand down her stomach and under her thong. She was soaked. I traced her slick lips, circled her clit, then pushed a finger deep inside her.

Natalie moaned into my mouth. It was a sound I'd been waiting to hear. Every time she curled her fingers inside me, I did the same to her. I added a second finger and felt her squeeze me.

It felt like heaven, or at least what I imagined it to be.

That's when I lost myself in her.

Completely.

Next to us, the soft sighs from Isabella and Amy had escalated to wetter, hungrier sounds. Natalie and I had to look. Amy was straddling Isabella's face, her own mouth buried between Isabella's thighs.

I could tell Natalie was enjoying the view by the way she clenched around my fingers. I think she wanted to do the same.

She smiled at me, as if to ask, can we do that too? I couldn't wait.

Then she looked deep into my eyes and said just one word.

"Rhonda."

And just like that, everything building in me stalled.

It wasn't really a slap. It was more like a dose of reality.

She was saying it to Rhonda, not to me. But it was me she was touching - a girl named Nadia she didn't even know existed. A ghost who had been longing for her for weeks.

With just that one word, I felt as invisible as I did the day I died.

All this time, all this planning, I never stopped once to consider how this could fuck me up. How being with someone who actually mattered - on my one night of the year - would change everything.

Natalie had gotten inside me. And I don't mean my borrowed vagina.

My soul.

Right at that moment, my internal clock struck twelve.

FUCKING HELL.

It didn't ask permission or grant me overtime. A moment ago I was inside Rhonda's body having the time of my life (you know what I mean), then the next I was yanked out like a cork, left floating. Unfinished. Aching. Feeling as bad as the last three Halloweens put together.

Beneath me, Rhonda blinked once, then as if she had heard her name being called too, pulled Natalie back into a kiss, her fingers still buried between Natalie's legs.

Neither of them noticed a thing. They just kept going.

Rhonda guided Natalie back against the pillows and slid her thong down her legs, dropping it off the side of the bed. Then she lowered herself onto Natalie, skin against skin. Pussy to pussy.

I began to ache. Literally ache - just watching them start to grind against each other.

It could have been me if I'd been paying attention to the time. I would have hurried things along to spend as much of the hour as I could tasting her, with her tasting me. I guess I just got too excited.

But then my regret started turning into something darker. I started thinking about him. The numb-nuts motherfucker who decided he was fine to drive to another Christmas party that Saturday night. If it weren't for that dumb ass, I might have been with Natalie - with my own body - with no time limits.

It was killing me (a second time).

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

I tried touching myself to make all of it go away. My hand didn't compare to Natalie's - not even close. I kept going, thinking that just watching might take me there. Unfortunately, being an audience member is nothing like being a participant.

So I gave myself a front row seat instead. Close. Extremely close.

Natalie and Rhonda were on their backs now, shoulder to shoulder, knees open, hands between each other's legs. I was no more than four or five inches away. Watching Natalie's swollen pussy lips stretch around Rhonda's fingers every time they slid in and out of her, her clit peeking out hard and pink. I knew exactly what that felt like from the inside - I'd felt it myself only minutes ago. Then over to Rhonda, close enough to see her gripping Natalie's fingers, her juices sliding down Natalie's knuckles every time they curled inside her.

As they moved into a sixty-nine, I began circling myself faster.

I watched Rhonda's tongue - close up - flatten against Natalie's clit, then dip lower, lapping at her until Natalie's wetness smeared across Rhonda's chin. I floated over to Amy and Isabella, where Amy's trimmed pussy hovered right above Isabella's face, spread open and dripping, Isabella's tongue sliding in and out of her while Amy rocked back onto it for more.

Then I drifted to the foot of the bed, where I could watch them all at once. I slid a finger in me. Then another. Then another, pumping myself so fast it started to burn. I didn't care. I needed to feel something.

I thought back to Natalie's night with her strawberry lube and reached behind me, my fingers slick with my own wetness, and eased one slowly inside my ass - exactly the way she had. It didn't hurt at all, but it didn't take me there either.

Pretty soon, Rhonda's voice broke into something primal, muffled in between Natalie's legs. Natalie followed right behind her, her thighs clamping tight around Rhonda's head.

Amy and Isabella did the same right after - loudly.

The sights and sounds of them made me come so hard I squirted at the foot of the bed. I didn't mean to, but I just couldn't control it. Four years' worth. With interest.

A moment later I felt it on my cheek.

A tear.

I tried to convince myself it was because I felt so good. But it wasn't that. It was from finally having Natalie - and her not knowing it was me.

For a long moment afterward, nobody in that room moved. They all just stayed tangled together, catching their breath.

All I could do was try and be calm. To remind myself that tonight was better than the last three Halloweens. After all, I did get to fool around with Natalie for a bit.

I was positive my pussy was going to be sore for the next few days. At least I'd have something to remember the night by.

Moments passed.

Natalie stretched her legs out, her heel landing on the damp spot at the foot of the bed.

"Rhonda," she said slowly, "it's wet... and sticky down here."

It was the one thing I didn't think about. The worldly mark I could still leave. And by the way, you living people call it ectoplasm. (Now you know what it really is.)

Rhonda propped herself up on one elbow, glancing at the small, dark patch on the sheet for a while. "That's weird," was all she could say.

"Maybe it was Isabella," Amy offered from across the bed, wiping her face. "You should see how wet it is over here."

Everyone managed a tired laugh, choosing not to give it another thought.

After a few minutes, they all drifted off. Natalie curled into Rhonda and wrapped both arms around her, holding her tight. It reminded me of the way she'd held her pillow that night a few weeks ago. But this time, she had someone.

For me, the night wasn't over. I still had things to do.

When they all fell into a deep slumber, I slipped into each of their dreams. It was there I could smooth the evening over, folding away the parts that would make things complicated for them. Tomorrow they'd remember a night of fun, drinking sangria, then having some wine. And a Ouija board that gave them a good scare.

As for Natalie and Rhonda, they'd be closer than before, without either of them quite knowing why. Sure, they might wonder why they woke up together naked, but at least it'd be something that would let them know that this Halloween was like no other.

Then there were the candles. But before letting my cold pass through them to put them out, I had to do one thing.

Amy's pink boy shorts with the tiny white hearts lay inside out beside the bed. I lowered my face to them and breathed in. They were musky, like she'd been nervous when she first walked in.

Next to them were Isabella's little black bikini panties, tangled up with her pumpkin bottoms. They smelled like vanilla and a very excited pussy.

Rhonda's black satin shorts were next, the ones she'd worn with nothing underneath. I pressed my face into them. They were as sharp and bold as she was.

Natalie's thong was slick in the middle. I sank my face right into it and breathed her in - over and over, until I was dizzy with it.

When the candles were out, I knew they'd be safe.

As I watched them sleep, I found myself wondering about one thing though: What really happened that night between Natalie and Doctor Turner? And why couldn't she tell Rhonda the whole story?

I guess I'll never know.

THE END