Ghosts Have Pride
Lexi is unhappy in her relationship with Matt, but she can’t put her finger on what is eating at her until her grandmother’s ghost appears to help her uncover her desire for women. With each ghostly visit, Lexi remembers in graphic detail another lesbian experience from her past as she learns about her grandmother’s forbidden romance with her best friend, bringing both women out of the closet.
My grandmother’s ghost visited me for the first time on Monday, which was weird because she died seven years ago, and I still live in her house, where she died. I do see ghosts, so after her death, I started a “Grandma Ghost Watch,” figuring that I’d see her standing next to me at her funeral or at the kitchen table, drinking Sanka—light, no sugar.
It didn’t happen. Not once in seven years, until I woke up Monday morning in the room in which she died, with that creepy-crawly feeling on my neck which tells me a ghost is present. I took a deep breath, stretched from head to toe, my muscles quivering as I arched my back. A beam of sunlight warmed my face, and when I relaxed, I opened my eyes.
Gram’s ghost appeared clearly in the form I remembered best—her “cool granny” years—but only until she was sure I’d seen her. Then the apparition faded with a shimmer, and a young woman remained, one I recognized from old photo albums. I sat up slowly, taking care not to disperse the image in front of me. I leaned toward her and said, “I see you, Gram. I’ve missed you.” Like the Cheshire Cat, her face faded from my view until only her smile remained, and I knew she’d return.
She made me wait for it though. Four days went by before I felt the tingle again. This time, I was getting ready for my date with Matt when she showed up in my bathroom, her young face smiling over my shoulder at the mirror. I fought the urge to jump and squeal. I didn’t want to scare her away.
I met her eyes in the mirror and said, “There you are! I’ve been waiting for you.” For just a moment, she appeared a little stronger. A little more present. Her smile was brilliant, and she wore a 1940s pin-up hairdo. “You are gorgeous, Gram.” Her smile widened again.
When I finished styling my hair, she nodded. It was the slightest of movements but it was clear. She approved. “You like it?” I asked. She nodded again, more definitively this time. “I have a date with Matt tonight.”
She shook her head as her smile faded.
“Wait. What? You don’t like Matt?” Matt and I had been dating for about six months. Everybody liked Matt. Tall, dark, handsome, wealthy … “Why don’t you like Matt?”
Gram couldn’t answer, of course. She shook her head once again before fading out. I stood in front of the mirror for a long time, contemplating her opinion, but with no answers, I turned off the light and went downstairs to wait for Matt.
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She finally spoke. “You know what you need?”
“Besides a date, you mean?” I leaned back before I realized that she was leaning toward me.
She crawled closer to me until my head bumped against the wall. She straddled my legs, which were straight out in front of me. I tried to push her away, but she grabbed my wrists and held them down on my bed. My head was against the wall; I didn’t have anywhere to go when she planted her lips on mine and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth.
I was horrified. I’d been living with her for almost an entire school year, and I didn’t have any idea that she was gay. I tried to fight. I tried to get my hands free from hers. I tried to push her tongue out of my mouth with my tongue. I grunted. I struggled.
And then I relaxed. My pussy was on fire, pulsing with need. I shuddered, my mind going back to the night when Jenn and I got each other off with our hands. I stopped fighting, letting Kaitlyn’s tongue explore the reaches of my mouth, and letting my tongue wander through hers. A whimper escaped my mouth, and Kaitlyn let go of my wrists. I kept kissing her until I was as rough with her as she was with me.
Kaitlyn was the one who broke the kiss. “See,” she said, leaving me breathless and turned on. “I told you I knew what you needed.” She smiled and put her hands over my tits before I could think to stop her.
“I’m not gay, Kaitlyn,” I said, trying to stop this from going any further.
“I don’t care,” she said. “I’ve been listening to you whine all semester about how much you needed to be touched. I’m gonna touch you.” She tweaked my nipples. Hard.
“Ow!” She didn’t let go. Her smile was cruel, and I felt my face twisting in terror. When she finally released my nipples, she grabbed my shirt and pulled it up. I don’t know why I did it, but I raised my arms to help her remove my shirt.
“Your nipples are hard, Lex. I think you might like this.” She slipped her hands into my bra. I was trembling, partly from fear, partly from arousal. Her smile softened. “Do you?” I nodded. I couldn’t speak. She reached behind me and unhooked it. A spasm shot through me as she pulled the straps off my arms. “You are fucking beautiful,” she said. “Stand up and take your pants off for me. I want to see you.”