Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

“Giselle, you moved it!”

“No, bitch, I did not fucking move the thing. It moved by itself!”

“Well, what is it trying to say to us?”

A peal of thunder barked outside, and a flash of blue-white light consumed the solitary dormer window stuck in a recess of the musty attic. Accompanied by a four-part harmony of shrieks, the girls leapt in surprise. A fine misting of dust puffed up from in between the aging floorboards as the quartet made it back down into their own respective skins. Each of the girls looked at the other with their own flavor of a stunned expression. Claire would be the first one to speak, a smile cracking across her expression as she spoke.

“Holy fuck, it’s crazy that just happened, right?” Claire giggled excitedly. She reached up and wrapped her one of her redheaded pigtails around a finger. Audrey recognized this, being her oldest friend, as one of Claire’s nervous habits. Audrey took that particular gesture as a ‘win’ for her, because nobody seemed to be taking the night’s proceedings seriously – at least, not nearly as serious as she knew it was.

“Yeah, we picked the best night to be doing this,” Audrey began, “so let’s get back to it. Everyone, get your hands back on the planchet. Giselle, Hunter, come o– ”

“The planet?!” Giselle blurted, a laugh behind her words. “What the fuck? I just want to play this game. No need to get all metaphysical ‘n shit.”

“This is serious, Giselle! It’s not a game– and it’s called the planchet,” Audrey ...

... pleaded while snatching the triangular piece of balsa wood up off of the not-a-game board. She wiggled it back and forth in the round, ebony-hued face of her friend as if that was going to drive her point home. Giselle smacked away the grubby mitt in her face with an indignant look, then rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, Audrey. Let’s just keep playing this game,” Giselle muttered acquiescently.

“It’s not– okay, fine. Let’s just go,” Audrey replied as she smacked the planchet back onto the center of the board. Following her lead, the other three girls returned their first fingers to the surface of the varnished wood implement and resumed doing what they were doing earlier – sitting cross-legged, huddled around the board, waiting.

The four girls swapped between looking at each other and looking at the piece of wood. They were all waiting for it to slide in a decidedly paranormal fashion over to some meaningful symbol, letter, or word on the Ouija board. The board itself was illuminated by a singular candle that Audrey’s mother had forbade her from using in circumstances that weren’t emergencies. Audrey had made the executive decision that an opportunity to connect with the ethereal plane beyond this world and make contact with a paranormal entity was, perhaps, the definition of ‘emergency.’ After all, the city-wide thunderstorm raging outside was, as everyone knew, a veritable superconductor for spiritual chakras – or, something like that.

“This is fucking stupid,” Giselle ...