A Connection

Liz stepped into the house and glanced around. Her hips still throbbed occasionally after her earlier encounter with the spirit. "Lauren?" she asked, searching for her friend.

A small glowing orb suddenly zipped up over the couch towards her, and she heard a slight groan from the other side. She held her hands up palm forwards as if to ward off the entity. Surprisingly, it stopped and hovered just in front of her, darting about expectantly. She slowly circled away from it around the couch to see her friend facing away from her on the floor. On her knees with her face on the carpet and ass in the air, Lauren's hips swayed slowly back and forth as if she was in a sort of trance. Whatever it was, it seemed as if she was slowly coming out of it.

The orb in front of Liz seemed to glow brighter for a moment, and Liz felt something familiar. She couldn't tell if it was from the entity, the orb, or the experiment they'd done earlier, but Liz suddenly felt some sort of channel open between her and the girl on the floor. Liz stared down at her, and her eyebrow ever so subtly twitched. In response, Lauren's skirt flipped up onto her back to expose her firm rear end covered with tight green panties. At her waist, Liz traced her hand slowly upwards, and Lauren cooed as a spectral **** slowly slid between her thighs and sensually massaged her.

Liz shook her head suddenly, and the connection was gone. Lauren almost seemed to pout for a moment. What the hell was that? On the floor, the girl was coming back to her senses and pulling herself up. Liz looked up at the orb floating in front of her and reached into her satchel to pull out something she'd brought for this. She raised up a small wooden jewelry box inlaid with symbols drawn in sharpie and the Ouija planchette nestled in the bottom. Lauren still had her back to her and was getting up to her feet as Liz tried to think of a way to get the orb to fly into her trap. To her utter surprise, the orb simply dove right into the box, and the lid shut itself behind it with a 'click'.

Lauren turned around with groggy eyes to see Liz's surprised look. "Did you catch the little bastard?"

"Uh...yes. Yes I did." Liz answered, still looking at the box quizzically.

Lauren simply took her look to be that of speculation, and raised her arms above her head to stretch before falling back onto the couch in a tired slump. "Those things have a way of really tiring you out." she mumbled from her reclined position.

Liz looked down at her friend and felt a tingle of that connection again, before mentally shoving it away. She would look into that later. In her hands, the box hummed softly. Well, maybe sooner than later.