The last girl

Lily's eyebrows raised a fraction of an inch when the door opened. The girl standing in front of her was western with just a trace of oriental ancestry, with lightly-tanned skin and straight black hair down to her thighs. She had average-sized breasts and a firmly-toned tummy with an outie belly-button; her pussy lips were slightly pouted with a dimple advertising the location of her clitoris and a shadow where her pubic hair would grow in if she let it. Lily could tell all this because the only item of clothing on the girl was a pair of Japanese-style sandals.

"Hi! Can I help you?"

"My name is Lily. I'm renting the attic room."

"Oh yeah; Shannon said you'd be coming. She and most of the others are out at a 'last night of freedom' party right now; the other two girls are, uh, busy. You can put your stuff in the cloakroom. My name's Chance, by the way."

This had not been mentioned in Shannon's e-mail. However, when in Rome. She took off her coat and boots, placing them neatly in the closet. After that her tee-shirt, jeans, bra, panties and socks came off, leaving her totally nude. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror; straight shiny black hair just past her shoulders, pale skin with a slight amber tinge, breasts just big enough to sag slightly with huge amber aureoles, firm belly with a bit of muscle definition, innie belly-button and a simple slit of a vulva topped by a little square of carefully tended black and curly. All in all a perfect mixed-oriental college girl.

You should dress like this more often. Perhaps it would help you find boys.

"Um," said the nude girl. "Come with me, I'll show you to your room."

_If you come with her you'll never find a boy._

Lily sighed and followed the girl upstairs. The back-and-forth swaying of Chance's hair as she walked was almost hypnotic, a pendulum over toned glutes.

There was a pull-down staircase at the end of the upstairs hall, which Chance dutifully pulled down. This new girl was pretty cool, and cute too. And it was kind of nice not to be the only nudist in the house. Hopefully the ghost wouldn't scare her off. Better get it over with.

"So, Lily, I hope you're not bothered by this, but we have a ghost in the house."

"I'm not bothered; I brought one of my own."

"Huh?"

"My twin sister Rose. She died when we were twelve, but has stayed around and grown up with me."

"Fuck, you are a good fit for this place. I hope our ghost gets along with yours."

"Indeed; I should put my pack in my room."

"Where's the rest of your luggage?"

"I travel light. I assume the transparent boy emerging from the wall behind you is the ghost."

Chance whipped around. "Wait! You can see him?"

"Yes." She glanced at the boy's large erection. "He seems happy to see you."

Lily climbed the ladder into the dark attic room. Faint illumination was provided by a soft white LED nightlight in the windowless room. Lily stopped climbing to let her eyes adjust when she was waist-deep in the trapdoor.

The room was barely furnished; there was a single futon on the floor, a small Swedish shelf unit and a desk of similar origins with a chair. On the edge of the desk was a lamp. She hoisted her pack onto the hardwood floor and climbed the rest of the way up.

"Need any help up there?"

"No, I think I... wait."