The real date

"Aaalright welcome to my... Home." Felicia's voice trailed off as she opened the door to her dorm. It was like an interior design agency had blown in on a tornado and replaced all her furniture with some other rich persons. The lighting was warm, all be it a bit dark. On kitchen counter two candles glowed, illuminating the small crystal chandelier which was strung above it.

"This?! Is your dorm??" Brian eagerly trudged into the living room. "What are your parents millionares? This must have been a pain to move in with."

Felicia moved like she was stepping on glass, she gazed around at her upgraded apartment. "It was a lot easier than you would think..." She vacantly replied, too taken in with her surroundings. She felt the waist of her jeans squeeze her hips and forcefully swivel her around to face Brian, who was admiring the kitchen counter.

"Is this real marble?? How did you install this?"

She felt herself pushed towards him, what was Lydia doing? How was she supposed to cover the fact that this was not her apartment?

"Yea just... it was like that when I got here. Hey you want to sit down with me?" She tried to distract him, as she relaxed into the cloudlike sofa.

"Oh...sure. You shouldn't keep candles burning when you're away you know, it's a fire hazard." He placed himself close to her on the couch and casually draped an arm around her shoulder. "Or were you so confident that we'd be back so soon to your place?" He pulled her closer. Felicia slyly turned her eyes towards him and smiled.

"I might have had a hunch." Suddenly their lips were together and her hands were running through his hair. As they kissed the buttons of her shirt unfastened and pulled apart on their own. Brian stopped and stared at her exposed chest.

"How did you...oh nevermind." He leaned in and began kissing her neck as his hands traveled up to her breasts.

"Ohh babyyy..." Lydia's voice moaned from the fabric as he massaged her bra clad orbs.

"Mmmm you like that?"

"Ohh very much." Lydia replied. "Give me more!" Suddenly Felicia was thrust on top of Brian. For a brief moment they merely stared at eachother in surprise, when suddenly Felicia's bra **** her torso down into his face and began smearing over him.

"Oh! Ahhh Brian!" She yelped as her chest rocked over him on it's own. "I hope you like this?" She nervously tried to sound confident in her apparent sudden decision to suffocate him with her boobs. Her bra yanked her back from his face, evidenlty meaning that Felicia was not the only one who wanted to heard the answer to this question.

"Ok with it? Are you kidding?! You're so hot!" Felicia shyly smiled at the compliment, and was just about to reply when she was pulled off him and on her feet. "What are you doing? Was it something I said?" He confusedly asked.

"Oh no boytoy," Lydia's voice replied. "I just want to give you more to play with." Felicia's jeans began to unfasten themselves and wiggle down her hips. Felicia, in shock from Lydia's sudden presentation of herself, looked at Brian, in shock from the sudden factual evidence he had of ghosts on earth.

"What. How are you...who said that?"

"You talk too much Brian," His pants similarly unfastened and opened. "Just have fun with us hm?" The still confounded Felicia, now down to her black matching bra and panties, felt her living underwear begin to squeeze and caress her in front of him. "Mmmm isn't she so hot Brian?"

"Hmm, oohhhh Lydia what- what a-are you doing?"

"Felicia what the fuck is happening? What am I looking at right now?" Again Felicia was thrust forward ontop of Brian, pinning him to the couch.

"I told you that you talk too much boy. Let us do the talking." Brian hesitated and eyed the almost naked Felicia on top of him.

"N-no this is too weird. I think I got to bail." He pushed Felicia off him, quickly grabbed his jacket, and burst through the door.

"Lydia what the FUCK." Felicia roared. "Why did you do that? We were doing fine untill you decided to make this the next paranormal activity!"

"I-I just...it felt so good. I don't know what came over me." Felicia stood up of the couch and thwated her shirt from the ground, waving it around like mad.

"Now I have to talk to him and explain this whole shit, otherwise he's gonna be too afraid of me to ever speak to me again." Felicia hopelessly tossed her hands in the air and flopped back down on the couch, arms crossed in a huff over her chest. "Fuck I'm still so turned on too. He's so fucking hot." She wined and redundantly cast her shirt back on the floor. Silence rang throught the room after the dramatic scene that had just occured.

"Felicia, I'm really sorry. But you're right. Now we have to explain this to him. Otherwise he could tell the wrong person and we might be in danger." Felicia said nothing still pouting on the couch. "Do you...do you want me to...help you?" A light **** pressed into her crotch and began massaging. Felicia watched her black panties shyly move around on their own over her before replying.

"Oh fine. Go ahead."