Hard as a Special Board - Sex Stories

Hard as a Special Board

... snapped, “one of you is going to move the– oh, fuck,” the heavy-set black girl gasped as the diminutive, seemingly plain scrap of wood shuffled across the board. All four girls kept their silence as they collectively flicked back and forth between looking at the piece and the other three faces they could see, only quicker this time. Steadily, the planchet made its way toward a letter on the board.

“Okay, ‘W,’” Claire spoke up first after the planchet stopped.

“What does ‘W’ mean?” Audrey queried the group, knowing full well that they knew equally as much as she did. The platinum, hairbowed blonde looked around at her cohorts in this session of delving into the supernatural. Claire shrugged at her, then returned an ambivalent stare at the confuddling board. Giselle rolled her eyes, screwed up her face, and broke eye contact. Hunter, who had been silently following instructions the entire evening, met Audrey’s troubled gaze with her own wide-eyed visage that said more than she could.

“Let’s just keep going,” Audrey muttered. In that moment, she was rueing the fact that it was her anointed responsibility to bravely slash at the brambles of the occult and charge the entire expedition forward with the other three in tow. The four girls settled in, and the air thickened as they refocused their attention down onto the extramundane instrument being used to communicate from beyond the grave. With an eerie intentionality, the innocent three-cent wooden bauble skated across ...

... the veneer Ouija board and continued spelling out a message.

“It’s telling us ‘A’ now? I guess it’s trying to spell a word, right?” Claire squeaked as the planchet scraped across the surface of the board. The other girls responded with a collection of nods, not daring to speak a sound. Claire pressed her buck teeth into her lower lip and looked back down at the board.

“‘Want’? What does it – what do you want?!” Claire began for the group, only to shift her attention outward into the spiritual plane and call out into the cobwebbed void of the attic rafters. Audrey shook her head as if having just remembered that she left the oven on back in Ghost Town, USA.

“That’s right, we have to keep asking questions!” Audrey joined in, “how did I forget that?”

Giselle reached over and smacked the back of her knuckles against Audrey’s shoulder and mouthed a ‘duh.’ Audrey couldn’t put together if that meant she was believing in the power of the spirit realm, or if she was just fucking with her. She rolled her eyes, just to be safe. Giselle responded to that kind of gesture.

“S.. E… – okay, who’s moving this thing? It’s not funny. This is serious.” Audrey snapped as the planchet settled it’s splintered tip on the letter ‘X’ and completed the phrase that some ‘ghost’ had pressed through the fabric of reality out into land of the living in order to convey. Audrey furrowed her brow and stared at Giselle, who arched hers in response.

“You think it’s me? Look, I don’t even give a ...