My Halloween Roommate

I went into the bathroom and removed my skirt and panties and looking in the mirror at my bottom I could see the marks ever so plainly. What's even worse I could feel them ever so much. They were still just as vivid, if not more so now.

I was thinking that who ever was playing these pranks on me was going a bit too far now, I mean this was my schooling and it was more than just playing of pranks. But how could they have taken the file out of my computer and then replaced it without me knowing about the change.

When I came out of the bathroom I decided I would look again, and there it was. It was right in the folder where it should have been. I saw the last modification was when I printed it out on Thursday night. It just didn't make sense. I printed the file and put it into another portfolio and put it in Ms. Knights box so at least I would get a grade, but I was also stuck with having the shame of not handing it in when it was due.

Friday evenings are a time of relaxing as it is the end of the school week and we can stay up late. Girls are visiting with each other and there are always movies that you can watch, and sometimes the girls listen to music and dance in the large lounge. No not with boys, but it is fun none the less, but not tonight, not for me.

I spent most of the evening laying on my stomach trying to figure out how this could have happened. It was about all I could do, as sitting was out of the question. I began to get really sleepy and put on my night gown, brushed my hair and teeth, and then laid down in bed to go to sleep. Once again on my tummy as any pressure on my bottom really hurt.

I laid there thinking what I was going to do, what would be next, and if I should tell anyone. I'm sure that they all thought I was crazy by now. I finally fell asleep a little before 12PM which was lights out on weekends.

You never really know the exact moment when you fall asleep, you're just laying there with your eyes closed and you just go to sleep but it's not like walking out a door. When you wake up it's the same way, you don't remember walking out the door, but you just find yourself outside.

This was different, I knew I was asleep, then creeping feelings begin to invade your sleeping state. This is what was happening, and it was feeling good, very good. I realized I was having a "Musei" or what you call a sex dream, no that's not right, oh yeah a wet dream, but I guess that's maybe just for boys. I don't know really but I do know I was very wet.

But this was a very realistic dream I could feel the tongue of whoever it was that was causing me such pleasure. It was going up and down along the sides of my vagina and then stopping to lick my clit every once in a while, which sent trembling treasures through my body. Sometimes they would take their mouth off of my sloppy sluicing slit and kiss and lick my inner thighs. Returning to my vagina again they were sucking on my labia first one side and then the other and back to my clit sucking it into their mouth and flicking it with their tongue.

The pressure was slowly building up and I could feel their head in my hands as I held them as they continued their onslaught of my sexy hairy slit. My wetness was just exuding from me as the pressure continued to build. My sexy female fur was soaking my sensuous suppuration, and this was causing me even more pleasure as I could feel the gentle pulling of my hair as my pleasure secretions were sucked from me.

Reaching the explosive crescendo my body began to buck and tremble as wave after wave racked my young lithe body. Rasping breathing awakened me and as the pleasure portal was now beginning to close my body still sent vibrating thrills through my muscles.

In the dim light I could see and feel I was on my back as the pain from my butt began to throb and announce it's return to reality. It wasn't much but there was enough light to reveal a hump under the covers between my spread legs. Aware now I grabbed the covers and throwing them to one side I exposed nothing.

Nothing but my spread legs and the lower half of my body. I sat there propped on my elbows looking at the blank space thinking maybe it was just all a "Musei", but then I saw the impressions in the sheets in between my legs where knees and elbows would have been.

I plopped back down on my bed and then quickly turning onto my side at the urging pain from my butt. At least I knew that was real. Tired from my sexual exertions I fell into a somewhat semblance of sleep.

Waking up and getting out of bed I decided that I wouldn't go running this morning as the rear pain was putting a damper on all but slow walking. I went into my bathroom still unable to reconcile the dream or whatever it was.

Sitting on the toilet seat was done with more care than usual and I thought a good shower would feel good, and I was right it did feel good. I stepped out of the shower much refreshed. After wrapping my body with a towel I open up the bathroom cabinet and grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and then closing it jumped and let out a yelp seeing a young girl in the mirror and spun around so I could see who was standing behind me.

"Who are you, and why are you in my bathroom", I asked the girl standing right behind me?

She kind of smiled and said, "Miss Tanaka really did give you good yesterday. I know that those hurt, but I thought you took them very well. I never thought that she would have used the heavy cane. The heavy cane has a red grip and the light one has a green grip, and that's how you can tell them apart besides of course for the size."

I broke in, "How did you know about that? I only told Charlotte, Clara, and Belinda about that."

The figure smiled and answered, "I was there silly, I always watch all the punishments. Hey you're Japanese aren't you, I never met a Japanese before. How come you speak English so good?"

"What do you mean you were there? There wasn't anyone else there but Miss Tanaka and I", I demanded.

The girl just smiled and said, "Not true, I was there. Now tell me why you speak English so good? Did you live in England or America?"

"No, all the good schools in Japan teach English." I now took a good look at the girl. She looked rather odd, I mean her hair had that old fashion look and her uniform. You could see the Oaks and Pines crest on her blazer and that tie while in the correct colors was very wide. Her skirt was something else as well, I mean it hung way down past her knees, it was very long and the blouse had a peter pan collar.

"Where did you come from, I've never seen you before", I ventured. She smiled again, a strange smile like she knew something that I didn't.

"I came from Stone Port, that's in England. I used to watch the ships come in with my dad from our porch. Where in Japan did you come from", she quizzed?

I replied to her, "I come from Tomoko, that's north of Tokyo. When did you get here, I've never seen you before, and what's your name anyway."

"Oh of course you haven't. I wasn't able to be seen until October 1st. My name is Leda. You don't have very big pillows do you? My mother had really big ones, and I always wanted some that was as big as hers."

"Pillows? What are you talking about, and I never heard of a student called Leda, did you just get here on the first, and where did you get that strange looking uniform", I asked her.

"You sure ask a lot of questions", she answered. "Pillows are those", she replied pointing to my breasts, before continuing. "No I got here on the 29th of August 1942."

I folded my arms across my chest and I noticed that her smile narrowed a little, if that makes any sense. It was more of a feeling than an observation, and suddenly I became scared. "That would make you an old woman, but you're not an old woman", I hauntingly countered.

Her smile lightened, and she, without missing a beat, said, "Only if I age which I don't anymore. Not since my accident. They gave me my uniform when I got here, just like they did yours. I saw them give it to you. I think yours is much prettier than mine. Do all Japanese girls have long thatches", she asked?

"Thatches", I questioned? "What are thatches anyway?

She looked down at my mid section before replying, "Thatches are the hair that you have down there. I like yours, it is very soft compared to the other girls."

"How do you know how long my pubic hair is, and if it is soft or not", I asked afraid that I already knew the answered.

She kind of turned to the side and started for the door to my room saying as she went, "I saw and felt it last night when I was giving you lickies. Did you like that? I think you did."

She just sat on the edge of my bed smiling and patting a spot next to her.

I stood there in the doorway of my bathroom looking at her. I didn't want to sit next to her, until she finally told me the obvious.

"Come, come and sit next to me, I won't bite, just lick and nibble", she invited. Then she supplemented, "I will be here with you until the Halloween party, I go each year, but until that time I will be with you all the time, even when you are sleeping. I don't sleep anymore, I do miss sleeping, but I get to play while everyone sleeps."

Sitting on the edge of the bed very gently, I looked down at my feet and not looking at her I asked, "Are you going to hurt me?"

"Oh no Kiko, that is your name isn't it, cute name. No I'm just going to be with you all the time. We will go to class together, do our homework together, and talk with the other girls. Of course you will have to talk for me. They won't be able to see or hear me. And I won't be able to go on runs with you, I can't leave the chateaux. I have to stay here forever."

Someone was sticking their head in the door and I looked up and greeted Charlotte.

"You okay? I was worried about you last night when I didn't see you all evening. How's your butt", she asked?

I told her that it was better and she came in and told me to stand up so that she could see. When I stood and turned around removing my towel she exclaimed, "Wowsers that does look wicked. Girl I think that is the worst I've ever seen."

"Look Kiko, I know that you're not crazy, and you just must have made a mistake and opened up the wrong folder. I mean being so upset that could have happened. We are all human and humans make mistakes sometimes. Hey we are all going on the bus to the Einkaufszentrum (mall), you want to go?"

I closed my towel and turned away from Leda, who was smiling her strange thin smile and declined the offer, "No I want to stay here and spend the afternoon in the library looking in the archives. I was wondering if there were any famous people that have attended O&P in the past."

Charlotte left saying well have fun and don't spend a lot of time sitting. You need to get air to welts so that they won't peel.

"Leda, do you have to look at me like that. It's not right. You should have more consideration and not stare at me like that", I admonished her.

She just sat back and said, "Why, what do you care if I look or not. I like your body, I think it is very pretty. Look Kiko nothing can hurt me, so I have no restraints on my decorum like you do."

Then she leaned in close to me and asked, "Did you like last night? I can do it whenever you want, we will just have so much fun."

"Yes, I did like it, but you must promise me that you won't do that again unless you tell me first", I retorted.

Sara stuck her head in my room and asked me if I said something?

I told her I had just bumped my butt and was just kind of vocalizing the pain.

She smiled, "I know how that is, I've had 12 with the heavy cane. It does hurt, but in 3 weeks you will have forgotten all about the pain."

Leda was all smiles as she informed me, "You mustn't talk unless you know that no one is listening. No one but you can see or hear me."

I spent all that afternoon in the library looking through all the old archives. I learned that Leda's father was a captain on the HMS Valor and that the ship had went down on October 22nd 1942 protecting a convoy and all hands were lost. Her mother was a translator for the OSS stationed in France and was captured on October 24th 1942 and was never seen or heard of again.

On October 30th after being told of her parents demise Leda had hung herself from a water pipe in the bathroom that was now the one that I was using. It was a very sad story. I resigned myself to being with Leda the rest of that month.

While I was reading she was running all over the library knocking over books, unplugging computers, and just playing stupid pranks on anyone that was around.

I let her do whatever she wanted, as if I could stop her and it was kind of funny when she was constantly unbuttoning Belinda's blouse. We watched TV, read books, surfed the internet as much as we could with the filters on the access point. When I was taking a shower she always joined me, but she never did get wet, and I never could understand why. Must be something about ghost mechanics. She was a young girl again just like I was and just having what fun she could. After that first time we spent every October together for the next three years.

And yes, we both enjoyed lickies quite a few times after that.