All characters in this story are eighteen, or so I've been told, but you as readers can determine that yourselves. I don't want to be the one to dampen anyone's inner fires.
Possession is nine tenths of the law
'Oh my God, is that a Ouija Board?" Katie asked. "I didn't know you had one of these."
"Doesn't everyone?" I cracked.
"Have you ever tried it?"
"When I was nine. Where did you find it?" I asked.
"In a box in the hallway marked junk."
"It might have belonged to my sister. She and her husband went through the house a month ago."
She set it down on the small coffee table in front of me while I was going through a stack of old paperwork of my mother's, trying to make some sense of what to keep and was that was legally relevant to the ownership of the old house, and what was simply trash and junk mail.
When I entered the front room, she dropped a box onto the small coffee table in front of an old couch. She had a drink in one hand and was swaying to Eric Clapton's Layla from the old stereo cabinet on the other side of the large living room. She had just finished going through a stack of old LP's and picked out some background music to work by.
"Why did you mother keep all this old stuff?" that was playing from a small radio in the kitchen
"I haven't played with one of these in years," she gushed.
I stepped forward and looked at the newish box that she had dropped on the table.
She had been going through a box of things from the closet in the back bedroom and managed to find things that I didn't even know existed.
I glanced up at her. "How much have you had to drink?"
"Not enough," she said. "Don't be my mother, Jimmy." She said with a grin on her face.
"Haven't you looked through any of these boxes?"
"My sister packed them up last month when she and her husband were here. I think they took everything they wanted." I looked at Katie.
"So this might have been your sister's?"
Might have been. Amy is five years older than me and we weren't really that close."
Katie and I had been close friends for years and just happened to be my work partner at the Game Factory, a family owned business that designed and sold high tech computer games, Like Galaxy Wars, The Fourth Regime, two of the top selling games that helped us keep pace in the gaming world with Halo, Zombie Nightmare, and Warcraft.
I designed games and Katie was our legal analyst, and Marketing chief, taking care of copyrights and licensing issues and foreign distribution matters. Which meant that we both spent too much time in front of computers.
There was a huge stack of papers on the table already and she moved them to the side and opened the cover of the box.
"This looks like it's never been opened."
"I think the things in that box were going to be tossed or donated to Goodwill." I told her.
"Well, it's ours now and you know what they say. Possession is Nine Tenths of The law."
"Now, how did I know you were going to come out with that?" I grinned, knowing that that was her favorite phrase.
"See, you're psychic," she snaped back quickly. This game will be perfect for you." she laughed. "It's getting dark anyway so let's get started."
I had been going through a mountain of my mother's paperwork, trying to make sense of what was important and what was simply trash. When Katie put the gameboard on the table, I dropped the stack of paperwork on the floor beside me, figuring I would get to it later.
"Didn't you mom leave a will?" she asked, lifting a few sheets then putting them back.
"If she did, she didn't say anything about it before she died and without a key to the basement, I can't check down there."
Folding her legs under her, Katie placed the gameboard in the middle of the table and sat down opposite me. "This looks like fun."
"If you believe in the spirit world," I said.
"Oh, right," she laughed, "this coming from a grown man who designs games featuring Elves and Fairies and Trolls."
Her name was Kathren Holsome, yep, that was her real name, and she looked the part of a wholesome, Midwestern girl. Nice figure, full hips, large well shaped breasts and past the shoulder length auburn hair that was, as always tied back in a ponytail behind her head She had a thing for large rimmed glasses and they made her look that much cuter, her blue eyes shining behind them. Katie never wore anything too flashy or revealing, nothing that would attract any undue attention to her 34DD breasts but then, they were attention getters on their own. She kept them buttoned up, almost no cleavage but they had my attention for a time or two. I did notice that the top two buttons were undone this time. She had offered to help with getting some things out of my mother's house, my mother having passed away eighteen months before.
Katie had met her a few times and mom always got it into her head that we would have made a perfect couple. Thankfully, Katie never heard some of the things mom said to me when she was out of the room.
"She's got the hots for you Jimmy. "You get in there with your big cock and loosen up that tight pussy and in no time..."
That was dear old mom. Always right out front with what she thought. "Tits like those will keep you hard for weeks."
I grinned, remembering those quaint words of wisdom from my mother.
"You're in a good mood tonight," I said. Besides the drinking."
"What's wrong with my drinking?"
"I've never been around you when you're like this. You're the company marketing and legal whiz and usually serious."
"Well for your information, I am in a good mood," she said, a huge grin almost swallowing her face. "Thomas, my fiancé is flying back tomorrow. I haven't seen him in three months."
"That's a long time to be gone from a hot girl like you," I teased.
"You're just an ass kisser."
"If they all looked like yours, I'd be in heaven."
"Wait here' she said, a huge grin on her face, I'm going to get more drinks." I sat at the table and watched her cute ass disappear around the corner into the kitchen.
I sat there on the couch and wondered where the time went. Twenty-some years ago, I was a fifteen-year-old kid with raging hormones and a mother that looked like she could have stepped out of Hustler or Penthouse magazine. I spent more time trying to get looks at ger her naked body than I did anything else.
Between that and staying out of the way of my drunken father, there was never a dull moment. I hid out in fantasy books and writing science fiction stories just to keep my sanity. It was around that time that, my mother was tired of being ignore sexually by my father who was usually too drunk to do much of anything in bed so my mother would get herself primed on some hard drinks and come into my room and fool around with me. It started out with just massaging my legs and chest and stomach as I had trouble sleeping at night. Then she started using her hands on my balls and penis, making me come and then I would fall asleep. It worked every time.
Three years before that, my older sister, Amy left home before graduating high school because my father was sexually abusing her. I only found out about that years later after I had left home. She didn't tell me what had happened, but I discovered a diary of hers hidden away in a crevice in her bedroom closet that detailed everything she had gone through beginning at the age of ten.
Later on, I was sure my mother was well aware of what was happening, but I'd already left home by then. Almost ten years after she kicked him out of the house, and he died from alcohol poisoning. I can't say that I missed him because we were never close.
Katie and I became close through the work we did together at the gaming company. I never told her any details about my distant past and by then I hadn't seen my mother in fifteen years.
Strangely enough, Katie did resemble my late mother, at least, her physical attributes when my mother was in her early thirties. Then when mom and I were alone, she would slyly rub her hand against the front of my pants and murmur, "missed opportunities, my baby boy...missed opportunities."
I did notice that Katie had entered the room with another beer in her hand and a large plastic cup in the other.
She set my beer down in front of me and took a drink of her own."
"Thanks, and by the way, what are you drinking now?"
"Same thing. Vodka and Monster energy drink."
"Doesn't one cancel out the other?"
She shrugged. It's good," then she handed me her cup. I tasted it and made a face. "I think I'll stick with a beer," I said, handing it back to her.
By the way, you're in a good mood tonight."
"I can't wait for tomorrow. Thomas is coming home."
"You have plans?" I asked with a measured amount of curiosity.
"We are going to stay in bed and fuck until we can't move."
"Well, that's more information than I asked for but..."
"We had already talked about having a child. But tomorrow I'm going to let him fuck my brains out." She giggled.
"So now what?" I had trouble concentrating with that imagine of her getting nailed on a bed or on the tabletop, large tits shaking with every thrust of his cock into her.
"I think we should take a break for a while," Katie suggested.
"And do what?"
"Play this." She unboxed the game and placed the ornate, enigmatic board in the middle of the table. "It's Halloween night after all, so this should be fun. Who knows who we will contact." She smiled and took another deep swig of the concoction in her cup. It's Halloween night, in case you forgot." She said again.
"You already said that."
"Did I?"
"In case you forgot."
"Well at least no one is going to come by the house and beg for candy," I told her. "This place has been empty for months."
"Okay, so maybe it looks haunted enough for a ghost or two to be conjured up," she suggested.
"Didn't you tell me that your mother died in this house?" she asked me.
"She developed cancer when I was in college. She was forty-seven when she went," I said looking at the game.
"Sorry to hear that, you two were close, weren't you?"
"Sometimes a little too close," I answered and left it at that.
"Maybe we could use this to contact her," Katie said.
"Sure, I said, "if you believe in that stuff."
"You of all people should take some of this seriously."
"Maybe bring her back so she can tell us where the key is to the basement door." I suggested.
"Okay, let's start this thing."
"Did you check the batteries?"
"She reached across the table and smacked my arm, causing her breasts to shake under her loose shirt. "What the worst that could happen?"
"Oh, I don't know, you could be carried off to the spirit world or you might end up dancing naked on this table later on tonight.
"Don't get your hopes up." She smiled.
"That's what I like about you. You're so subtle," I smiled back at her.
I noticed that she was getting just a little out there, more than I had seen her before. Every time she leaned forward I saw a little more deep cleavage down the open front of her shirt. I didn't know how the top two buttons came open on her shirt but I wasn't going to complain. I had seen her like this once before and she was a real tease.
"Okay, now what?" I asked, trying to remember the point of the ghostly game.
Katie placed the triangular massage indicator on the board at the bottom of the board to start.
"It's more fun with three or four but this will work." Now put just two fingers on the edge of the piece and I put mine over here."
I reluctantly pulled my eyes away from her chest and looked at the piece.
"Now what?"
"Now we find a spirit to talk to," she said.
"Now you ask a question and if there is anyone in the spirit world listening, it will move the piece."
