The Ghost Inside - Chapter 14

“Eeeeyaaaah!” I let out a cry as I fell back on my butt.

“You won’t be able to open it.” Amelia sighed. “It’s completely rusted.”

“You locked us up here!” Tiffany cried.

“Me?” Amelia glared back. “You’re the one who is trying to steal my man out from under me!”

“Your man?” Tiffany looked at her in disbelief. “I’m with Dylan!”

“Hmph! You’re just a warm cocksleeve. I’m his real girlfriend! He even said so!” Amelia shot back.

“Girls, girls…” I patted myself off as I stood up. “There is enough Dylan to go around…”

“Stop talking!”

“You shut it!”

Both girls suddenly glared my way, and I quickly raised my hands and stepped back. I had never seen the girls fight like this before. In school, they always acted like they were joined at the hip. I didn’t like being the reason that they were having a falling out. Then again, I also didn’t think it was a wise time to suggest they could share me. It wasn’t like they hadn’t brought it up in the past. However, reminding them of that right now felt like a bad idea.

The two girls glared back at each other, but then Tiffany’s expression turned questioning. She tilted her head as if she were watching the other woman carefully.

“Amelia?”

“That’s Emily to you!” She shot back, causing Tiffany to blink.

“Ah-ah… that’s my pet name for Amelia.” I quickly explained.

“Pet name?” Tiffany asked, looking at Amelia questioningly.

Amelia crossed her arms, “What of it? Do you have a problem with the name Emily?”

Tiffany leaned back, shaking her head. “I don’t, I’m just… surprised. At school, you don’t usually act like this. Even if you liked a boy, you’d act very reserved. You always hide your feelings, so I never know how you feel.”

“That’s not the real me.” She responded. “I’m Emily, that’s Amelia.”

Tiffany gave me a confused look, and I couldn’t help but give her a shrug. “I thought you got the name Emily from her.”

She looked even more confused, but Amelia glanced between the pair of us, and her sour expression diminished a bit as she glanced at me.

“Do-do you really like Tiffany?”

“L-like!” Tiffany jumped.

“I do!” I responded confidently. “Although I love you, I also have feelings for her.”

“D-dylan…” Tiffany looked a bit flustered.

Amelia’s cheeks also reddened slightly. “I guess… I don’t really have a choice. I can’t be with you out there. We can only be together in this school. Maybe, you having someone else, isn’t a bad thing…”

My eyes widened. “You don’t mean…”

“If it’s her, maybe… I’d be willing to share.” Her voice was quiet and filled with reluctance, but she did say it.

I had never heard such sweeter words.

“R-really?” My expression brightened.

“Wh-what do you mean, share?” Tiffany snapped out of her dazed look and focused on us.

“It’s just… Dylan has needs that I might not be able to meet at all times.” Amelia pressed her fingers together shyly. “In that case, maybe, I’d be willing to depend on someone else to satisfy him when I’m not able to.”

Tiffany’s eyes began to widen. “You’re not seriously suggesting what I think you’re suggesting…”

“You already knew I was together with Amelia and Ms. Smith, so what’s the hesitation?” I tried to join in.

“You pig!” She shot back. “Don’t act like you’re not loving this.”

“I-I just want what is best for everyone.”

“You mean what is best for you.” She snorted, but then glanced at Amelia. “So, what do you have in mind? Are you suggesting I date him on the surface and you date him in secret? I can’t do that. As far as Jack… he doesn’t really know…”

“What does Jack have to do with this?” I asked.

“Why do you keep talking?” She snapped back, tugging on her pigtail. “Ugh, I’m still not used to thinking of you like that. Jack’s already angry at me for not succeeding in getting you in trouble. The only reason I even brought you your homework yesterday is because I convinced Jack I was going to throw it away and then lie and say I gave it to you, so you’re going to get in trouble.”

“S-seriously?”

“What do you think Jack will do when he learns he can’t use me to get to you?”

I thought about it for a moment. “He’ll… take matters into his own hands?”

She nodded. “That’s why I can’t date you.”

“I don’t want you to date him anyway!” Amelia cried. “I’m his girlfriend. You’re just his fuck buddy!”

“A-amelia!” Tiffany looked surprised at her swearing.

“Well, that’s what you’ll be. You can have sex together when I’m not around, but only when I’m not around.” Amelia declared, putting out her hand. “Agreed?”

Tiffany looked at Amelia’s hand, considering it for a moment, but then she reached out. “Agreed.”

The two women shook hands like they were making some casual agreement, and then Amelia added. “Oh, and it’s best not to mention this deal again. It’ll be our secret.”

“O-okay…”

The two girls were acting casual, but I stood there with my heart pounding like it wanted to explode from my chest. Had the two girls really just agreed to share me? Maybe my dad was right. I really was blessed with luck. I definitely couldn’t tell him this, or I’d end up becoming his boxing buddy for the future. My mind couldn’t help but race through the possibilities, but that was when one particular idea hit me. As soon as it entered my mind, I couldn’t think of anything else.

“Say, Ame- ahem, Emily?” I gave her my sweetest smile.

“What is with that disgusting look?” Tiffany narrowed her eyes.

“What is it, my love?” Amelia asked eagerly.

“You mentioned Tiffany, and I can’t do anything if you’re around, but what about if you join us?”

Amelia looked at me in confusion. “What does my love mean by joining?”

She didn’t seem to understand what I was suggesting, but Tiffany immediately grasped it, her face turning red.

“I knew it! You pervert! We only just agreed, and you’re already going there!”

“Hmm?” Amelia blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“Ahem, I mean, we can all… have sex… together… all three…” My voice grew quieter and quieter under their gaze.

Even I wasn’t bold enough to make such an offer like this.

“He’s talking about a threesome!” Tiffany declared.

“Oh?” Amelia looked at me, and I couldn’t help but flinch as I waited for the tongue-lashing. “Sure.”

My eyes opened, and even Tiffany had to look in disbelief. “Sure?”

“Yeah, if it will make Dylan happy.” She shrugged.

“It will!” I nodded, perhaps too excitedly.

“You want to have a threesome? With me?” Tiffany looked shocked.

“I want Dylan to be happy.”: She rolled her eyes. “Since I already agreed to let you be Dylan’s sex toy, he can play with you while we’re together.”

“D-did she just call me a sex toy?” Tiffany asked, but then noticed that Amelia was unbuttoning her blouse. “W-wait, what are you doing?”

Amelia blinked. “Aren’t we going to have sex?”

“H-here?” Tiffany looked around.

“Why? You want to sit around and do nothing?” Amelia shrugged as she continued to unbutton. “You’re stuck up here anyway, so we might as well have fun.”

“H-have f-fun…” Tiffany repeated, but her eyes were wide with disbelief.

I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side. “Tiffany, are you really okay with this, too?”

I don’t know why, but I felt like Amelia agreeing to a threesome only felt natural. At least, that first day we had spent together, she had always had a completely open sex policy. She seemed only concerned about my happiness. As for Tiffany, though, I was a bit more surprised.

Tiffany glanced at Amelia, and then she bit her lip and blushed. “I guess. If Amelia is okay with it, then I’ll do it.”

As I stared at her, something suddenly occurred to me.

“No way…”

“Wh-what?” She demanded, backing away a step.

“You’re not just jealous of Amelia. You’re in love with her!”

“I-I am not!”

“No, it suddenly all makes sense. That’s why you’re always by her side.” I snapped a finger and pointed at her. “You’re a lesbian!”

“I’m bisexual, idiot!” She shot back, but then her eyes widened, and she looked away. “ I-I mean…”

“I was right?” I asked.

“Why do you sound so surprised? Damn it! You’re usually so dumb. Why did you become insightful about this one thing?”

“Hehe, so you really are just a horny slut. You want to fuck me and your best friend.”

“Shut up!” She pinched my arm unhappily, but I couldn’t stop laughing until I saw her eyes tearing up. “Look, Amelia is just the perfect girl. She is Beautiful, and popular, and everything I always wanted. At some point, I don’t know, I stopped wanting to be her and instead wanted to be with her. However, she loves you!”

“Are we going to do this?” A voice cut into our conversation.

We both looked up to see Amelia already down to her underwear. Her voluptuous body was barely concealed by the delicate lace of her underwear. The sheer white fabric of her bra did little to hide her full, round breasts, the curves of which were accentuated by the way the material clung to her skin. The nipples could faintly be seen through the material. The lace trim hugged the swell of her cleavage, offering tantalizing glimpses of her creamy flesh. Her matching panties were equally revealing, the high-cut design emphasizing the curve of her hips and the roundness of her ass. Her pubic hair just peeked out of the edges. The lace hugged her thighs, drawing attention to the shadow between her legs.

I gulped, and I heard Tiffany next to me doing the same. I also became aware that she still had her little toy going, the incessant hum harder to hear on the rooftop, but still audible within that moment of silence.

I nudged Tiffany forward, causing her to stumble a few steps. “Go on, get started.”

She spun and hissed back, “What do you mean, ‘get started’?”

“You’re a girl,” I said, trying to sound confident. “You know how to get another girl going.”

“I’ve never done lesbian stuff before!” She responded shrilly, her voice trembling slightly.

“Just pretend Amelia has your body,” I suggested. “Then, do to her what you like to do to yourself. Don’t lie and say you don’t know how to pleasure yourself.”

“Y-you…” Her expression darkened for a moment, but then she glanced back at Amelia and took a breath.

Amelia merely watched her coolly, neither looking overly excited nor disinterested. Tiffany walked up to Amelia, her expression somewhat nervous.

“You sure you want to do this?” She asked. “We’re best friends…”

Amelia shook her head. “I don’t care about that. I just want to make Dylan happy. I’m only doing this so Dylan can watch.”

Tiffany bit her lip as she hesitated, but after a moment, she reached out and touched Amelia’s army. I was watching it with all of my attention. My dick was already rock hard, and I had to lean forward a bit so it wasn’t too obvious. Tiffany’s hands explored Amelia’s body, her touches gentle and tentative at first, but growing bolder with each passing moment. Amelia responded to her touches, her breathing growing heavier, her body arching into Tiffany’s caresses. I could see the desire in both of their eyes, and it was intoxicating.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Tiffany whispered, her voice filled with a mix of awe and arousal. She traced her fingers along the contours of Amelia’s body, lingering on the soft curves and smooth planes of her skin. “You’re so beautiful…”

Amelia closed her eyes, her head tilting back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Tiffany took the opportunity to kiss Amelia’s neck, the soft press of her lips against the sensitive skin eliciting a soft sigh from Amelia. Amelia’s body trembled in response, and Tiffany pressed herself closer, the heat of their bodies mingling.

Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepened, tongues dancing together, exploring, and discovering the taste of each other. Amelia’s hands found Tiffany’s waist, pulling her even closer, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. The kiss was passionate, filled with longing and desire, their mouths moving in perfect harmony.

As they pulled apart, Amelia’s hands moved up to cup Tiffany’s face, her fingers tracing her cheekbones, the line of her jaw, and the softness of her lips. Tiffany’s hands were on Amelia’s hips, her fingers pressing into the flesh, pulling her closer. They were lost in their own world, oblivious to anything else around them. Dylan didn’t seem to mind at all. He was watching this all intensely, breathing in a way that would instantly get him labeled a pervert if seen out of context.

“Touch me,” Amelia whispered into Tiffany’s ear, her voice low and husky with need.

Tiffany obliged, her hands roaming over the curves of Amelia’s body, her fingers brushing against the lace of her panties and the warmth of her skin. Amelia’s body arched into Tiffany’s touch, her nipples hardening under her bra. Tiffany’s fingers traced the outline of Amelia’s breasts, teasing her through the thin fabric. Amelia moaned softly, the sound sending shivers of pleasure down Tiffany’s spine.

They were both lost in the moment, their bodies moving together in perfect synchronicity. Tiffany’s lips found Amelia’s neck, her tongue flicking against the pulse point, eliciting a soft gasp from Amelia. Amelia’s hands were on Tiffany’s waist, pulling her even closer, their bodies pressed together in a tight embrace.

Their kisses grew hungrier, more urgent, their bodies responding to the touch of the other. Tiffany’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric of Amelia’s panties, tracing the warm, wet folds of her pussy, teasing and exploring. Amelia moaned louder, her hips bucking against Tiffany’s touch, urging her to continue. Dylan wiped his mouth of drool. This was the hottest he had ever seen. He kept considering going over there, but he didn’t want to interrupt such a beautiful picture.

Tiffany obliged, slipping a finger inside her, feeling the wetness and heat. Amelia’s body tensed and then relaxed, giving in to the pleasure of Tiffany’s touch. Tiffany added another finger, her thumb circling Amelia’s clit, coaxing soft moans and gasps from her.

The sight was hypnotic, the two of them completely lost in each other, their bodies moving together, their pleasure building with each touch, each caress. It was a sight I would never forget, a moment that would forever be etched in my mind. The two girls continued to explore each other, their bodies moving in perfect harmony, their moans and sighs filling the air.

Amelia’s fingers found Tiffany’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles, her touch sending shocks of pleasure through Tiffany’s body. Tiffany’s body arched, her hips bucking, her breath catching in her throat. Amelia’s fingers were relentless, her touch driving Tiffany closer and closer to the edge.

As the two of them moved together, their pleasure was building, their bodies responding to the touch of the other. Tiffany’s fingers moved faster and faster, her thumb pressing against Amelia’s clit, her body moving in time with Amelia’s. Amelia’s body tensed, her breath catching in her throat, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm. Tiffany’s body responded, her orgasm building, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Dylan was also nearly to the edge. He was stroking his pants, and was about to cum without even doing a thing.

It was in that moment that a grinding sound could be heard again. The door burst open, and a person walked into the room. The two girls jumped, pulling away from each other. Their lips were still wet and so were their fingers, but otherwise, there was little sign of what they were doing a moment earlier.

“What is going on up here?” Miss Smith looked sternly at the two girls and then over to Dylan, where her eyes narrowed. “I feel like this is your doing!”

“Huh? Me?”

“Did you lock these girls up here with you?” She demanded. “Here I come, on my weekend off no less, to make sure you’re doing your job, and instead I find you on the roof forcing two innocent girls to embarrass themselves in front of you!”

“Ah! M-Miss Smith, i-it’s not like that.” Tiffany tried to explain.

“Have you no shame?” Miss Smith yelled, her eyes narrowed. “You have to act like an animal! You can’t even be trusted around girls. I see that now!”

“M-miss Smith.” I tried to speak up, but she kept yelling.

“Tcht… noisy. Too many people to control.” Amelia muttered.

“What was that?” Miss Smith asked.

Amelia’s eyes suddenly rolled up in her head, and she collapsed to the ground in a heap. Tiffany cried out, trying to catch Amelia, but the girl collapsed to the floor before she could stop her.

“Look, Miss Smith, I can explain.” I declared, knowing I really didn’t have any idea how I was going to explain this.

“Not right now, Dylan.” Miss Smith stated. “Tiffany, take Amelia to the nurse’s office. Make sure she’s okay.”

“Y-yes, miss!” Tiffany did her best to pick up Amelia, but Amelia was taller than her, and as a result, it was more like she was dragging her than picking her up.

Miss Smith didn’t say anything more as she watched with her arms crossed as Tiffany slowly moved the unconscious Amelia. I tried to help, but she suddenly barked.

“Stay right there.” I remained in place until Tiffany left the roof with Amelia. “And make sure to leave the door open with a door jam!”

I didn’t know where Tiffany managed to find the strength, but she put a block in front of the door while carrying Amelia, and then continued on the stairs. When she was out of sight, I glanced over at Miss Smith.

“Will they be alright?”

Miss Smith looked back. “You don’t need to worry about them. You should worry about yourself.”

I swallowed nervously. “M-me?”

“Yeah, I know what you’ve been doing on this roof.” She declared, saying the thing I had feared the most.

“Y-you do?”

“Mmm.” She reached down and pulled up her skirt. “I hope that’s enough foreplay, I want you inside me now!”