Sam was a girl like many others; she would stay like that for a few more hours.
She smiled taking in the panorama. First day of camping with her best friend - high school was over and they had their entire lives in front of them. A small satisfied sigh escaped her lips as she contemplated the beautiful valley leading all the way from the tired backs of the mountains to the hills to the sea. Many girls like her must lay in the sun, cooking their skin raw while they waited for a long night of partying and booze, but this was nothing like Sam (short for Samantha, as her mother never had the best taste with names).
"Can you please turn it down with the happiness?" Lisa asked behind her. "Leave some for the rest of us, will you?"
"Oh, I thought you wanted to come as well, but sorry for putting you in a box and spiriting you away in a decent place for once," she jokingly retorted.
Lisa scoffed, crouched and took another picture of the surrounding woodlands. They had set up camp in a secluded spot Sam had visited with one of her boyfriends two years prior and now staying there with Lisa was a way to paint over the bittersweet memories.
The summer night promised to be clear and warm. Her eyes moved to the small telescope she and Lisa mounted right in the middle of the
clearing, together with their barbecue and their tent. It was going to be
a great night! The best ever.
"I wouldn't mind some more company next time, though," Lisa said,
standing up. "This place is supposed to be haunted, you know?"
"Haunted? That's ridiculous."
"Yes, I have heard about an accident taking place here a few years
ago," she pointed at the cliffs around them, the road flowing over their
profile like a discarded snakeskin. "A car fell out of the road and
tumbled down through the trees. The girl died but the man survived for
some reason."
"Hmmm..." Sam felt a tiny bit of apprehension creep up her spine but
when she looked at the tree line she saw nothing that pointed at a car
rolling down the hillside. If it did, some of the trees would be bent or
broken. Maybe it was just an urban legend meant to scare people off.
"What's this, are you getting ready to tell me ghost stories all night?"
"Maybe if that helped you get off your ass, for once..."
"Hey, I keep in shape! I do a lot of jogging!"
"You ought to go to the gym a lot more. Keep in shape!"
"Excuse me, I am not blessed like you are," she said pointing at her
tits.
"Oh, you are always obsessed with the size of your breasts, grow
up..."
But it was true that compared to Lisa, Sam was a bit of a ugly
ducking. Her redhead friend was a bit of a stunner with her full C-cups
breasts, spilling out of her pink tank top, her trim waist and flaring hips,
her long legs barely covered by her jeans shorts. Lisa was a knockout,
especially when she took the time to draw out her deep hazel eyes with
a bit of smoky mascara. When the two of them took a walk, Sam was
like an afterthought to the dozens of boys (and men!) who turned their
head to look at her friend.
Compared to her, she did not look like anything remarkable. She was
comfortable in her trousers and checkered shirt, but she had to admit
that her wavy blonde hair might use a bit of trimming, as could her
eyebrows. Lisa always complimented her olive eyes, but she never got
the time or interest to draw them out with a bit of makeup, nor did she
take care of her thin lips.
Also, she was a bit pudgy here and there - the results of not setting a foot in a gym since she used to be a kid. Lisa had the luck of sporting her comparably large rack together with a trim figure.
They were a bit like the sun and the moon, hm...
"Oh well..." Sam said, mostly to herself, "time to have some fun and stop thinking about it."
"Sure thing. You get the meat ready and I start the fire?"
"Aye aye Captain!" Sam agreed.
The rest of the afternoon and evening proceeded without incident, except when Sam tripped and threw an entire plate of sausages onto the grass, but thankfully they just put them back on the barbecue for a bit and in the end it was no big deal.
The two friends kept chatting about their future between a bite and the next. Lisa would probably skin college and try to find a job at once, while Sam really wanted to get into university, maybe math or even astronomy... she really liked to look up at the night sky and maybe studying it would be a good compliment to her interests.
"Gotta be hard, but you can do it," Lisa said when she shared her idea.
"Thanks... I... I think I will."
So encouraged, the two friends started to get ready for the big event, a night of start shooting. They pointed the telescope and their cameras up and began to take pic after pic. Sam smiled looking at Lisa - her friend was much more of a party girl than she was, but she still shared genuine interests with her. If she went to college, she would miss her a great deal...
Still, it wouldn't be bad to get a little mor up top in the following years. They said girls did not stop growing in the chest until they were in their mid-twenties, so maybe she could still get a bit of leverage from that...?
She sighed. It was probably just wishful thinking.
Then she turned her head up to take shoots at the moon. It was mostly covered by the tree line though, so she moved a little bit to the left, then a little more and before she had realized it, when she finally found a good spot she had left the camp behind.
"Crap," she said putting the camera down, "I hope I can find Lisa again."
She was a bit scared of the night, though it was still very bright for being in the middle of the woods and it was a safe summer night. She stumbled through the bushes, cursing softly at her absent mind.
Then her shin hit something hard.
"Ow..." she hissed, nursing her offended leg. It did not look like a root or a tree trunk. Too hard. She took out her phone and it cast a cone of light over the carcass of an old car. Between the moss and the rust one could still see the glimpse of white paint, the skeletal remains of the turning wheel and old cables sticking out like spilled intestines.
Lisa's words came back to her. These woods were supposed to be haunted... and only the guy had survived the accident. Would she find a ghostly visage looking at her at any moment?
"Spooky as fuck," she said walking away from the car.
Gee, thanks.
She froze.
It was a faint voice that spoke to her. It seemed to come close to her ear, but the echoes dropped off in the distance.
"W-Who's there? If it's some kind of joke I'm armed!"
In the sense she had all her limbs but hey, it might scare off the people trying to prank her.
It wasn't Lisa's voice though. Not by a long shot. It was lower and smokier, almost seductive.
Calm down cutie. I'm just curious about getting a visitor, that's all.
Again that voice. She had to run away, it would have been the best thing to do but... she was rooted in place, unable to move. Something about the voice kept her stiff like a log.
Hey, do you have a lighter? I didn't enjoy a cigarette in a lifetime!
The voice let out a hollow laughter. Slowly, from the passenger seat of the car appeared a translucent shape, rising through the car. First a long mane of wavy hair, then two bright eyes and a pouty, thick-lipped mouth, curled in a sneer. The rest followed: the apparition - a girl - sported a thin tank top strained by her heavy, spherical breasts. A pair of big silicone implants as large as her head put those stitches to the breaking point. The top clearly showcased her abs and thick hips, coated by a very thin pencil skirt. She looked like a hooker, and the cheap kind at that.
Not the kind of apparition Sam wanted anything to do, in this life or the next.
Her camera slipped off her fingers and fell on the ground, forgotten.
Her eyes roamed the surface of her bust, sticking out like a pair of wrecking balls. When the ghost leaned forward her arms brushed against those huge orbs, making them jiggle a bit, but only a bit, as if the phantom silicone inside them kept them stiff and heavy and inflated even in the afterlife.
"S-sorry, I don't smoke," Sam replied takin a step back. The ghost quirked a perfectly-made eyebrow.
