GHOST OF A Chance- Part 1
Kelly and her father, Don had been in the house all but two days. The weirdest stuff was going on, and it frightened 19 years old, Kelly. Whilst in the shower the first day, she couldnât find the towel that she had laid out for herself. She had to call her father for help. That left her embarrassed because she was trying to become more independent of him. They had a long discussion about it before they moved here. She expected her father to let her grow as a person, but often he babied her every move. She loved him so much, but times...Whew! The look her father gave her when he handed Kelly the towel, was a look that said, âI canât leave you alone for a second or this is what happensâ.
Then when she was about to go to sleep the first night. The door to her bedroom swung open a tad, while she was getting undressed. She was sure she had closed it. When her father came by, he screamed at her to be more cognizant of what she was doing.
The next thing that was strange was her father talking to him or rather answering somebody that wasnât there. She saw him do it twice. Kelly was beginning to think that her new, beautiful house was haunted. But those things donât happen in the real world, she thought to herself.
Kelly had just turned 19, last month. The month before, her parents divorced. Her Mother took her little sister Kimmy with her. Things were changing so fast, and her head was spinning. New house, new college next month, new friends to make, and she really missed Kimmy. She was Kellyâs best friend, and now they would only see each other once a month.
The house was so large, and so distant from the local town that friends would be hard to come by. She never had the first desire to date guys, although she noticed their stares. Kelly was very a cute blonde with blue eyes, long, tanned, muscular legs, and a chest that fit her 5â5â frame. She enjoyed working out on the exercise bike and rowing machine her father had bought them. Her body was tight and trim, and because she was a bit of a tomboy, she dressed the part in sweats or shorts with cut-off tank top or sports bra, but they were never worn to impress the guys. Although, they often did.
Kellyâs a virgin, but not just a 19-year-old virgin, but also a 19-year-old virgin that has never had the desire to masturbate. There were times in the shower she wanted to touch her more with the soap bar, but she just resisted the growing sensations. Her Mother told her that a lady just doesnât touch herself. Let the man of your dreams do that. Her dates were few and far in between. She just wrapped herself around sports and exercise.
When she turned into bed she liked to sleep in a nightshirt with the covers pulled snugly up to her chin. She liked the feeling of security it gave her. When she fell asleep though, the covers were pulled down to her feet by a mysterious force. Kelly just stirred a little on her back, whilst the nightshirt rode up slightly.
Kelly, deep asleep, felt light caresses on her calves, then her thighs. It was dreamlike, so she went with the sensations, and parted her legs a little. The caresses continued up to her panties. At this point, they were gently pulled down her legs, exposing herself to a gentle breeze that seemed to envelope her entire body. The rest of her teddy was pulled up to her neck, allowing her breasts to come into view. Kellyâs hands with a life all their own started to rub her nipples, until they grew rigid from her manipulations. She then had her right hand snake down to her pussy, and start rubbing herself slowly.
Her body reacted to the feelings of stimulation that awakened her suppressed desires. Kelly started to breathe a little heavier in her dream state. The awakening she was undergoing had her body moving to the rhythm of her hands. With her digits working with soft strokes, around her pussy lips, her tiny, cute clit sprung to life. Almost, like her hands were waiting for this, they went to work on her clit. Just touching it and waiting, then again, and again, never spending more than a second on it. Her other hand began to work a little rougher on her breasts.
At this point Kelly was moaning lightly, unable to wake herself from her bodyâs plight. It was as if she were awake, but could not open her eyes or control her body. She felt helpless, but wonderful. Her body was alive for the first time in her life. She was becoming warmer and warmer, and felt this building inside of her. She felt her hands dance wildly over her body. Her tits were aching, and pussy so wet. Her hand on her pussy, would not stop teasing her clit, causing the 19 year old to buck and writhe for release. Nothing, but light caresses, when her body cried out for more. Kelly felt the need, but couldnât understand it. It was so new to her. It felt so great, what was happening to her. Why did she feel like this would bring her more, but nothing ever happened. Why couldnât she move her hands to where it felt the best? She felt the hand rubbing her so smoothly on her pussy, but there needed to be more contact. She felt unsatisfied, yet more excited than she had ever been in her whole life. Her breasts ached so badly, her left hand twisting her nipples so the pleasure and pain were one. She felt the release coming, the end to her sexual torment.
âKellyâ, her father exclaimed. âAre you okay?â This brought Kelly awake, her naked body glistening with sweat from her dream. âKelly? Are you all right?â
âYes,â Kelly gasped. She didnât understand what had happened, but she knew her father must have heard her moaning aloud. âJust a bad dream, daddy!â
âGo take a shower,â He beckoned. âIt will wash away all the bad thoughts, honey. Iâm going to go have a look at the cellar if you need me.â
âOkay,â Kelly added. She still felt he treated her like a baby. Wash my dreams away? Yeah right. A shower would be good right now anyways, she thought. What had happened left her in a tizzy. She still felt the need to be touched, but sheâs a little apprehensive to do it while her father was near. A shower would do her right. Wow she felt so good all over.
Meanwhile...Don was cleaning the mess around the old wine cellar. When he heard the same whispering voice from the last two days, speak to him. Prodding him to look behind one of the dusty wine racks. It was a strange voice, like it was his own from within his head.
When he examined the rack, he noticed it shifted to the left. With a little push, it moved completely over, and a dark hallway replaced it. He grabbed his trusty flashlight, and went into deep within. It went up, it went down, it turned here and it turned there. It was one path and no breadcrumbs were required. In the distance, he saw a light. As he got closer, he saw the light coming from a window of sorts. When he arrived he couldnât believe what he saw.
What appeared to be a see through side of a two-way mirror was the bathroom. In the bathroom, brushing her teeth, and looking right at him was Kelly. âOh my god!â Don thought aloud. The guy who owned this house was either very paranoid of bathroom thieves or was a pervert. Don heard the voice tell him that it was a pretty good idea, and that he could spy on his little Kelly if she ever needs him. He said, âKellyâ, but there was no indication that she could hear him. She canât see or hear you the voice told him.
Kelly began to rinse, and turned the shower on. Don couldnât help gasp at the thought of his little baby undressing in front of him. So he turned to leave, even as the voice inside of his head reasoned with his curiosity. As he was leaving, he saw a brass chair facing the window on his side. It was obvious to Don that the chair was for observation. What wasnât so obvious was that the chair had straps for the legs, arms, and neck. It was also very much shiny, like it had just been cleaned with polish. The headrest was cushioned with no hint of dust anywhere. It was a beautiful looking chair.
Looks comfy, his voice beckoned. Sit down and try it, it canât hurt. What the hell, Don thought. As soon as he leaned back into the chair the leather straps came to life and secured Don into the seat- arms, legs, and neck.