Literotica writer believes that there is a ghost in her computer and that he is spying on her through her computer monitor.
I watched Jessica watching Trish masturbating. I felt much like the voyeur watching them through their monitor. Only, I was not a voyeur, I was an active participant. I was a ghost, a perceived ghost, after all, "Boooo." She never took her eyes off her friend. It was obvious that the sight of Trish playing with her pussy, fingering her nipples, and caressing her tits was tuning Jessica on, big time. Then, when Trish cam, I thought Jessica was going to cum, too.
"Okay, are you happy, now, you sick fuck? I did what I asked," said Trish with a voice that sounded a bit annoyed mixed in with a bit of sexual excitement. "I masturbated. May I get dressed now?"
I watched Jessica staring at Trish's nakedness. Jessica was trance like in the way she never removed her eyes from her friend. Trish lifted herself up resting on her elbows with her eyes directed to the monitor, as Jessica stared at Trish's huge hanging tits and smoothly shaved pussy. Man she had nice tits.
It was obvious that Jessica hungered for the feel, taste, and intimate touch of her friend. It was obvious that Jessica's attraction was real. It was obvious that Jessica was horny with all that has happened in such a short time.
"Dressed?" I laughed trying to imitate a haunted laugh by cupping my hands in front of my mouth hoping to make the laughter sound further away and intimidating, as if it emerged from the beyond and from another world. "You want to get dressed?" I laughed my diabolical laugh, again. "Oh, I don't think so, not yet, especially now that we have the drink of your choice, tequila. Relax. Pour yourself a drink. Drink up. This party is just beginning." Again, I laughed my ghostly laugh.
Trish did not need further coaxing. She reached over to the bottle and poured herself a triple and with one gulp guzzled half of it down. It was gone with her second gulp and she reached for the bottle again.
I focused my attention on Jessica. It was making me hot watching her stare at her naked friend. Her lustful behavior was making me horny. I so wanted to see the two of these hotties together in the throws of passion. I so wanted to watch Jessica eat Trish's pussy. I imagined that it could be the hottest sex scene ever.
"Jessica," I said. "Jessica," I said again. It was like she was in a trance. Trish's nakedness had hypnotized Jessica's brain and she was unresponsive to the sound of my voice. "Hello? Earth to Jessica. Jessica!"
"What? Oh...yes," she said finally, as if I had awakened her from her hypnotic trance. "Huh? Did you call me? What did you say?"
"Get naked, please."
"What? Me? Naked? Why?"
Jessica slowly peeled her attention away from her naked friend to look at the monitor. Her face was filled with a panicked apprehension that suddenly turned to excited anticipation and then grateful appreciation.
"Why? Oh, don't play coy with me, Baby. I think you know why, Jessica. We both know what you want."
It did not take Jessica long to strip herself naked, again. I never tire of watching beautiful women strip themselves naked. Watching Jessica remove her clothes was like watching her strip for the first time. Boy she has a hot body. Matter of fact, she has a similar body to that Jennifer who recently appeared on Big Brother 8, you know the one that everyone could not stand. She was the self-centered, conceited dark haired girl who wore all those self-idolizing Jen tee-shirts, Super Jen, Jensa Member, and Jenuine.
I watched Jessica as she climbed on the bed and made herself comfortable next to her naked friend. From where the monitor was positioned, I had the perfect view of her ass crack and between her legs of her pussy. Then, when they were both reclining against the headboard propped up with pillows, I had a perfect view of their tits and pussies. Ah, life is good when you are a ghost in a monitor.
Trish, after having already gulped down one triple drink, was working on her second triple tequila and was already feeling the immediate effects of the excess alcohol. I was in store for a fun time. Tequila!
"Okay, let's get this show on the road. Lemme see, how about this? Let's pretend that I am a famous movie director, you are the hot starlets of the movie, and we are making a 100 million dollar movie, a love story."
"Goodie, goodie," said Jessica clapping her hands together. "I love movies. And I always wanted to be in a movie and be a movie star."
"Okay, I am glad that we all can share in my fun and in my sexual fantasy. But, first, allow me to give you some direction and some motivation, so that you can better act the parts that I have chosen for you."
"Boy, this is like the real thing with the monitor being the camera," said Trish. "Suddenly, I feel like an actress on the set."