This is the second story about Stephanie and her haunted house, it is not necessary to read the first part to understand the second but it can help.
It was now a few months after her move to her new house and her first encounter with the ghost and Stephanie was going to the small town center to get out of the house for a while. She truly loved her house and all the extreme sex at the hands of the ghost, but she was always so exhausted after the morning fucking that she didn't have the energy to leave the house for more then the occasional trip to the supermarket. Now she was just sitting at the quaint little cafe at the city square looking at people passing by and absentmindedly sipping a big latte and munching away at a piece of cake. She was stirred from her daze by a friendly female voice asking to join her at her table and turning around in her seat her eyes landed on a nice pair of breasts, precisely at eye-height, and the girl had to ask again before Stephanie shifted her gaze to the girls pretty face and responded that
"Of course you can"
The girl thanked her and placed her coffee on the table and sat down opposite Stephanie and proceeded to introduce herself
"Hi, I'm Nancy, don't you just love this weather?"
"I'm Stephanie. Yeah, it's great, really invigorating"
Nancy was a twenty-two year old brunette with a supple body, all curves and smooth skin and no hard angles. She spent most of her time working in a clothing store down the street but had the afternoon off and opted for a coffee instead of going home to her overbearing mother, a decision she already felt had payed of as her eyes roamed the cute girl in front of her. Stephanie looked to be about the same age as Nancy, with a cute, heart-shaped face with mesmerizing eyes, a cute button-nose and full lips, all framed in straight brown hair. She was kind of short, maybe 1,65 m tall, and she had a wide waist and big breasts for her height, making her almost voluptuous, but with a pretty flat stomach. Nancy thought this woman was the most beautiful woman she had ever laid eyes on and she was determined to get to know her intimately, this feeling was something that, going by the looks she was receiving from across the table, was mutual.
The two girls chatted away for a long while, Stephanie felt completely at ease with Nancy, something she hadn't felt with another person since her parents died in a car crash years ago. She had dated a few boys as a teenager but had never felt a real attraction and had stopped dating when she was sixteen, just after her parents had passed away. The only sexual release she had was from her own fingers, and as she got herself at night her fantasies always drifted to girls rather than boys, making Stephanie realize that she was a lesbian, or at least bi-sexual. Stephanie had been a shy girl before moving to this small town but the ghost had made her much more aware of her own needs and made her feel very much at ease with her own body and mind.
They started out with light conversations but as they drifted to more serious topics they soon discovered that they had very similar views on many aspects of life. During the entire conversation Stephanie sneaked peeks at Nancy's cleavage and sensuous neck and mouth, and she could swear Nancy was doing the same to her. It was the first time Stephanie had ever felt this strongly for another woman, but it just felt so natural with Nancy that she didn't think twice about lingering fingers touching on the table. When Nancy returned to the table after a refill she sat down on Stephanie's side of the table and started touching and caressing her, at first seemingly by accident and later much more boldly. Stephanie felt each electrifying touch shoot straight to her drenched pussy and responded in the same manner, occasionally touching a soft thigh or shoulder, looking deep into Nancy's eyes as the conversation carried on through the afternoon until they were told that the coffeehouse was closing for the evening. Stephanie, feeling bold and afraid to break the magic, invited Nancy to her house for some food and wine, something Nancy gladly accepted. As they walked the mile home Nancy sought Stephanie's hand and they walked merrily in the fresh spring night.
When they got home to Stephanie's house Nancy excused herself and went to the bathroom and while she was in there the ghost, sensing Stephanie's excitement, started taking her clothes of. Stephanie had, a few weeks after the initial encounter, figured out how to communicate with the ghost and now made it stop, however, she could only command it when she was in control of her own excitement. She had almost forgot about the ghost but now she was afraid that Nancy would be freaked out if the ghost joined in when they got physical, something she was very certain would happen.
Nancy stepped out of the bathroom before she could come up with a plan for how to tell her without sounding crazy, so she just acted like nothing was wrong and figured that a bit of alcohol would make things easier.
Stephanie invited Nancy to the kitchen where she poured some nice red wine and they started cooking pasta and tomato-sauce. As they moved around in the kitchen they drank more and more wine and bumped in to each other more and more intentionally, the attraction and excitement growing fast. They moved to the dining-room and sat down at the candle-lit table and ate slowly, talking about everything, but turning more towards things of sexual nature. When they were finished they moved to the couch, taking their wine and the second bottle of the evening with them.
Nancy soon started caressing Stephanie's neck and slowly pulled her in for the kiss they had both been waiting for since they first laid eyes on each other in the cafe. This was the first time in her life Stephanie kissed a girl and she was amazed by how soft Nancy's lips felt, the taste and feel of her as she snaked her tounge into Stephanie's hungry mouth and by how wet just kissing made her. As they traded juices their tongues started darting into each others mouths and were soon wrestling madly while their hands roamed each others supple bodies. Stephanie straddled Nancy's hips and eased Nancy's top over her head, only breaking the kiss for a second as the top passed between their panting mouths. Their hands caressing smooth skin, lips kissing necks and shoulders passionately.
Stephanie's thoughts were yanked back to reality when she felt the presence of her ghost and felt it massaging her asshole. She pulled away from Nancy and looked in to her eyes.
"Look, there is something you should know about this house. It's haunted!"