Reader this is the sequel you didn’t ask for to my story “The virgin sacrifice has been cancelled due to technical reasons.” and this is what happened……
“Who were those guys?” Asked Lea as three geeky looking middle aged men ran screaming past her out of the library.
” I have no idea.” Said Esther but her attention was elsewhere. Specifically Esther’s legs. “Why are you wearing bike shorts? We’re supposed to look professional.”
“I cycled here, anyway professional what? What are we doing here? They saw a ghost so they call a professor of the occult?’
“Sure, who else were they gonna call?”
“Good point…..I thought you liked the bike shorts….or should I take them off..” she hooked a finger into the waist band of her shorts suggestively.
Lea smiled a flirty smile. A smile which they were both very surprised was reserved for the older tweed loving woman. Esther was currently dressed in a faded brown suit with added cat hair. A careful observer would have noticed similar cat hairs stuck to Leas otherwise pristine navy polo.
The two of them had experienced their first ever orgasms with company after being thrown together in circumstances so contrived it felt like bad erotic fiction. Esther had expected that one crazy night to be the full extent of their relationship. She was quite prepared to go back to a monogamous relationship with her vibrator (ironically she had purchased a model called ‘The never been touched vibe’ : its main selling point was a really long battery life.) But Lea had turned up at her door a day later.
And she kept turning up.Esther was heading into late middle-age and keen to make up for lost time while Lea was seemingly determined to try everything she had seen on the internet including some hentai drawn by artists with a shakey grasp of anatomy.
They approached sex like a combination of research project and endurance event. That approach worked spectacularly well. Esther was fitter than she had ever been and Lea was redefining her understanding of the word ‘multiple’.
Neither of them would use words like girlfriend or relationship but increasingly they were falling asleep together and when that happened it made sense to eat breakfast together. Sometimes they met up at lunch as well. Admittedly it was often because Lea had found something on a Reddit sub she wanted to try in the faculty toilets but they ate together afterwards.
Their colleagues started calling them ‘Rizzoli and Isles’ because they wouldn’t admit to a relationship which was obvious to everyone else.
So now they were walking into the stone gothic facade of the municipal library. Down the worn stairs to the musty depths of the archives.
Lea sniffed the air taking in the smell of old paper dust and furniture polish.
‘ This smells like your place.” She said sauntering ahead of Esther grabbing the older womans ass through the brown wool slacks as she passed.
Esther was about to respond when her attention was taken by the clear glutinous slime drooling from the card index cabinets.
Lea poked gingerly at the gooey discharge with her finger.
“Now it really does feel like we’re at your place.” She teased holding up her wet finger but there was some nervouness in her voice.
“Never touch the goo!” Said Esther.
“Not what you said two nights ago.’ responded Lea but it was automatic. They were both looking along the bookshelf lined corridor to the eerie white glow which was visible around the corner.
“You first.” said Lea “You’ve already had a full life..”
Esther grabbed a hard back book as a weapon. Checked the title put it down and selected another, a hefty copy of Tobens spirit guide that someone seemed to have dropped.
There was a faint but eerie moaning from around the corner. Esther and Lea exchanged a nervous glance then Esther grabbed the younger woman and kissed her hard leaning her back against the book shelf. Lea was surprised but pleased. Then Esther dragged them both around the corner.
They stared.
“So ghosts are a thing then..” said Lea quietly.
“I think so.” agreed Esther.
In front of them was a spectral figure of a woman in tattered 19th century costume. Her face was little more than a skull and she was transparent with a sickly green white glow.
The spectral horror reared up with an unearthly screech as it noticed them. It’s claws reached out. Then it stopped.
Esther and Lea were frozen in shock.
“Am I projecting or is the terrifying apparition from beyond death checking out your legs?” Whispered Esther from the side of her mouth.
“Why wouldn’t she be?”
said Lea as they slowly backed away out of sight around the corner of the stacks.
“Well that cured my constipation.” groaned Esther “and I…”
She stopped talking as her gaze caught the old oil painting that hung on the wall. The painting was murky with age but the faded oils portrayed a woman who looked an awful lot like their spirit.
“Miss Charlotte Frustratia, senior librarian and spinster of the parish.” Lea read from the small plaque on the frame. ” Spinster of the parish, is that code for something. Did she have a special lady friend?”
“No.” That one word held a lifetime of wistful yearning. Lea and Esther turned to see the ghost hovering nearby but now it only looked sad and dejected.
“Never had anyone.” said the ghost.
“Well..uh..it’s not too late…”
“I’ve been dead over a hundred years. My intimate parts are dust..”
“Well that’s what Esther thought..” said Lea “but we met.’
“You..you are together? Lovers? Partners?”
“Well we don’t like to put a label on it.”
” Fuck buddies?”
They both stared at the ghost who shrugged her skeletal shoulders.
“I hear people talk. But it is too late for me I am doomed to wander this earthly plain forever unloved. Unable to cross over. Unable to feel the feminine touch I craved all my life!”
Lea reached out to put a comforting hand on her arm but found it was like touching cold fog.
“It is too late for me I am as isolated in death as I was repressed in life and now I can never be touched….unless…”
“Unless?”
“Unless a mortal allows me to possess them and receive pleasure through their body….then I can finally cross over..” the ghost looked hopefully at the two woman.
Esther sighed “All right I could so easily have become you…I’ll let you possess my body and end your eternal torment.’
“Uhh ..well this is awkward but I was hoping for the young one in the shorts.”
“Oh..”
“All right I’ll take one for the team ..so you possess me and then what?” asked Lea.
“I yearn only for the sweet sapphic passion of another woman’s gentle feminine caress just to feel that beauty once in my lonely existance……and fisting..I’d like to try fisting .”
Esther and Lea exchanged a glance.
“It wasn’t like we had other plans.”
“Ectoplasm works as lube right?”
Lea shuddered as the ghost merged with her.
“Aaahhh!” cried Lea ” I’m feeling 200 years of sexual frustration…oh..Esther is this how you feel ..”
“Hilarious…but yes pretty much..”
Next when Lea spoke her voice had the spectral echo of the ghost possessing her.
Leas hands roamed over her own body pulling her polo shirt and shorts off and stroking the creamy exposed flesh.
“She’s so warm…please make this body feel ecstasy so that I may cross over.”
Esther rolled up the sleeves of her plaid shirt.
“Right then…”
20 minutes later unearthly screams echoed through the stacks.
“I can see the light! All my relatives my family welcoming me to the other side….oh crap…look away…yes I’ll cross over …I just need a minute….”
Esther looked up from where she was crouched between Leas spread legs and she saw the spirit leaving Leas body at the moment of orgasm. Lea spasmed, her legs kicking and squirted violently over Esther. Esther fell backwards in suprise Leas orgasmic discharge soaking her face and hair.
Gradually regaining awareness Lea looked down at her dishevelled wet faced partner.
“W..what happened?.”
“I’ve been slimed.” groaned Esther.
Reader please let me take this opportunity to apologise to you all…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xfz27g/virgin_sacrifice_2_ghost_librarian_protocol
Don’t apologize this is awesome for me at least. I thought it was equally humorous and hot. Interested to see if more comes of this?