Date: Wed, 7 Mar 2012 17:34:31 -0800 (PST)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ghost Lusting - Lesbian Celebrity

Title: Ghost Lusting

Author: John O'Connor

Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Kris Williams/OFC; OFC/OFC

Category: First Time/Real Life

Date: 7 March 2012

Series: None.

Website: http://www.asstr.org/~John_OConnor/

Disclaimer: "Ghost Hunters" and "Ghost Hunters International" and its
characters are the property of the SyFy and T.A.P.S. This story is for
entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story
are the property of the author.

Note: This is an exercise in fiction.  Kris Williams is not a lesbian and,
as far as I know, there is no such haunting on Lesbos.

Summary: Kris Williams finds unexpected proof of the paranormal.
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Being on "Ghost Hunters International" was a blast.  Kris Williams couldn't
imagine a better career than globe-trotting while looking for paranormal
activity wherever it might occur.  This enhanced a life-long love of
history and genealogy as well as her personal fascination with ghosts and
other things that go bump in the night.

After a few seasons as one of the lead investigators on SyFy's "Ghost
Hunters", she was happy to accept the chance to join the spin-off as a
co-lead investigator.  It was tiring traveling all over the world but she
wouldn't change a thing.

This time they were on the island of Lesbos investigating the rumors of
ancient hauntings.  The team's guide, Georges Papandreou, had explained
that one of the old homes in an area ravaged during the German Occupation
during the Second World War had originally been built over the site of an
ancient temple dedicated to the goddess Aphrodite.

Buildings erected over ancient sites was not at all unusual in that part of
the world.  It was practically impossible to dig any depth in the soil of
most of the eastern Mediterranean countries without finding some trace of
Greek, Roman, Egyptian, Semitic, Peloponnesian or other long-gone
civilization.

"This lost temple is believed by many to be where Sappho, the ancient lyric
poet of our lovely island, prayed to the gods before she cast herself into
the sea," Georges explained in surprisingly good English.

`Shouldn't have to subtitle his scenes,' Kris thought.  She was well aware
of the American television industry's habit of dumbing down the airwaves
for contemporary audiences.  She had even seen someone from Australia who
some genius at a network felt needed subtitles just because of an accent.

Her co-host and the official lead investigator, Barry Fitzgerald, asked,
"She committed suicide?"

"Well, that is part of the legend.  Other legends have her living until
well into the 6th century BC." Georges replied.  "Some of those legends
also say she often worshiped Aphrodite."

"The Greek goddess of love?" Kris confirmed.

"Yes.  From the fragments still available, Sappho's poetry was about love,
for the most part."

"Wasn't she also a lesbian?" Barry asked.

"Possibly.  Maybe even probably.  Her poetry reflected the narrator's love
of women and men.  However, her male contemporaries also wrote similar
poetry.  Gender was not as important to the people of that period."
Georges offered a sly smile, "And, technically, I am a Lesbian as well.
Lesbian being the English name for people from my island."

"So what kinds of things happen in here?" Barry asked.

"People tell of phantom touching.  They feel people touching them but there
is no one there..."

* * *

To all appearances, Kris stood alone in the empty room, waiting for her
partner to return.  While the teams normally `hunted' in pairs, they did
occasionally go solo, hoping for more personal contact.  As was often the
case in an empty structure such as this, she kept hearing things around
her.  After hunting ghosts for almost six years with nothing worse than a
phantom caress on her arm or her neck, she wasn't worried.  She did want to
make sure no one else was actually there -- both to keep the session clean
and for her own peace of mind.

The camera was pointed directly at her, the night vision apparatus making
the brunette appear almost blonde.  And her eyes appeared to have an inner
glow in the night vision.

"Is there anyone here with me?  Can you let me know?" Kris asked the
apparently empty air.  Then, to the camera, she added, "I'm not sure if
talking will work.  I don't think any ghosts here understand English..."

She tried again, "Can you give me a sign that you are here?  Can you make
this EM gauge light up?"

Suddenly, the EM gauge in her hand lit up -- all five lights were steadily
aglow.  She looked around the room to see if there were any shapes or
shadows.  The EM gauge went dark.  "Can you do that again please?  Or make
some other contact?"

Kris looked around again, her eyes glowing in the false light of the night
vision lens on the camera.  The room they were in was fairly well-lit.  The
Moon was nearly full and the remains of the roof let in a lot of ambient
light.  Compared to most places they had investigated, this place was
brightly lit.

Addressing the camera person who had shadowed her -- partnered with her in
actuality since the young Bostonian came to the team - Kris said, "Did you
hear that, Elise?"

Before Elise, a young woman from England, could respond, she squealed.
Kris jumped and looked at her, "What happened?"

"I...I felt someone touch me."

"Where?  On your arm?  Your head?"

Elise shook her head, "On my...ass."

Both women chuckled before Kris asked, "Was it just a quick touch or...?"

"No, it felt like a hand...cupping my...cheek."

"Wow," Kris whispered.  `This will definitely make the show.  The SyFy
people are pretty...old-fashioned but this might be good for an advertising
sound bite.'

Elise added, "I don't think it was a man's hand..."

Kris' eyes widened in the darkness.  This was something new.

Even as the beautiful brunette thought that, she felt a slender hand grab
her ass.  At the same time, another hand grabbed her breast.

"E...Elise, do...do you see anything?"

Elise had been swatting at something unseen near her own ass when she
quickly looked up.  "Th...through the camera, I...can...  Stop that!  I can
see...  Oh wow!"

Through the image finder, Elise could see the indentations of fingers on
Kris' ample breast but no hand.  Those indents were moving too.  The
shorter, wider one -- the thumb? -- began to caress the center of Kris'
mound, causing the investigator's nipple to harden.  Kris moaned, her head
thrown back and her long, dark hair falling behind her.

"I don't see anything there.  But, from what I can see...it's either a
woman's hand...or a young man."  She watched further as the invisible thumb
continued to caress her hard nubbin.  Then the young camera operator was
distracted when she felt a hand on her boob.  In surprise, she dropped the
camera which fell on its side and slid a few feet over towards the wall,
the lens pointing to the two women.

Kris felt hands holding her as she was lowered to the floor of the empty
room.  She could see the same thing happen to Elise.  She watched as her
camera operator was slowly stripped of clothing even as she felt herself
being stripped.

Soon, both the investigator and her investigative partner were naked.  Kris
lay in such a way that she could roll her head to the side and see Elise's
spread vulva in the moonlight.  As Kris felt a phantom tongue begin to
caress her nether lips, she saw Elise's labia move as if fingers...no, a
tongue was probing the sensitive flesh.

The peaks of the Elise's breasts looked as if someone was sucking on each
one.  And something, or someone, lifted her ass off the floor and her
cheeks seemed to part on their own.  Then it looked as if something soft
was probing the woman's rosebud.

Kris felt the same actions on her body.  Each contact on her bare skin felt
like a light, pleasant electric shock that enhanced the pleasure that began
to move through her body.

Kris lost track of what happened or how long it took.  All she was aware of
were phantom mouths sucking her boobs, another mouth licking and
tongue-fucking her pussy while a fourth mouth was thrusting it's invisible
tongue deep into her ass.

Soon, she was gasping and moaning loudly as a powerful orgasm washed over
her.  Kris' cries mingled with Elise's as the blonde came from her phantom
lovers.

As the aftershocks wore down, Kris felt someone kiss her passionately.
Soft lips and a supple tongue that slipped into her mouth were definitely
female.  And the tingle she felt at the contact was exciting.  Another and
another and another mouth claimed hers.  Each deep kiss had its own tingle
that shot down to the brunette's still excited loins.

After that, there was near blackness.

* * *

Kris opened her eyes.  With a gasp, she sat up.  Was it a dream?  Had she
passed out?  She looked at her watch to see only a few minutes had passed.
Then she realized she was naked.  And, with a glance to the side, she saw
Elise was also naked.

`Nice body,' Kris thought.  Then she was surprised at the thought.  And at
the thought of the two of them making love in the village inn.

"Kris?  What happened?"

"Elise, are you alright?"

"Yeah.  I think so.  Did what happen really happen?"

Kris shook her head as she pushed back her hair, "I...I don't know.  I
think so but..."  Kris touched herself, feeling the wetness between her
leg.  Standing on shaky legs, she helped Elise to her feet as she said, "I
think we better get dressed..."

Elise followed her eyes to the piles of clothes and nodded.  As they got
quickly got dressed, Kris said, "I...I don't think we should..."

"Talk about this?  I guess...  But it's proof of paranormal activity.
Really intense activity."

"Do we have any proof?  And, even so, I'm not sure I want to be known
as...the lesbian ghost hunter," Kris said with an uncomfortable chuckle.

"I suppose so.  I...don't need...  With a job like mine ... a job normally
seen as a man's job..."  Elise's face was turned to the ground as she
collected the camera but her eyes glanced up at her friend, "Were you
scared?"

Kris shook her head, "No.  I've actually never been scared by the
paranormal though.  "

"Did...did you... enjoy it?"

Kris gave her a sly smile but said nothing.  Elise returned the smile.

Elise went on, "When you were with TAPS, or even before, have you ever had
anything like...this happen before?  I mean ghost-wise."

"No.  Nothing like this.  Ever.  I've heard stories about this kind of
thing.  But those are mainly urban legends."

"But not this time."

Kris agreed, "Not this time."

"And before you ask, no, I've never been with a woman either."

Rather than wait for Barry, they left the old structure.  Out in the full
moonlight, the women looked at each other.  It was as if they were
appraising each other in a different way.

"I doubt the footage is any good after the camera fell, but..."  Elise
looked at the camera with her flashlight as well as Kris' mini-maglite
shining on it.  "It looks like it'll be okay.  Uh-oh..."

"What?"  Kris asked.

Elise turned the view-finder towards Kris, "It kept filming..."

The two women watched the little screen as they saw themselves being
pleasured by spirits.  Even with the camera angle on its side, the imagery
was clear.  Kris was in full view as her clothes were stripped from her and
invisible mouths began to pleasure her.  And just beyond her on the floor,
Elise could be seen as she was ravaged by the spirit lovers/

"I don't think we...should tell...anyone about this.  The camera shut off
when it hit the ground and the footage was...damaged?  Okay?"  Elise nodded
her agreement.

"I think I'll..."  Elise turned the replay off and pulled the memory card
from the camera and inserted a blank card in the slot.  Pocketing the
original card, she said, "I think I'll destroy this later."

Kris smiled knowingly as she said, "I think I would like a copy too..."

And as they neared the rest of the team, Kris found herself looking at
Susan Slaughter, another of the investigators, in a new light.  And the
unbidden, but exciting, thought of the three GHI girls together.

`I wonder...' Kris found herself thinking.