Been checking over the traffic stats, thanks for continuing to read the story guys. As a reward, here's a longer chapter (nearly 3,000 words...woot!) So here's the chapter for Jazz and Spectra's first time. Big thanks for all the support!
Phantom of the Asylum
Chapter 4
Jazz looked down in her hand, a bit shocked that Penelope would just give her the thong. But regardless, she took it and got dressed. She quickly threw on her clothes to get a glimpse of the goddess behind her. Spectra noticed Jazz trying to discretely look at her, so she got dressed very slowly. Jazz got an eyeful, gathered her things, and prepared to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow Penelope."
"Oh Jazz, come here a sec."
"Yes?" Jazz said as she approached Spectra. The woman grabbed Jazz's head and held her in a passionate kiss that neither wanted to end. They went at it for nearly a minute. But Jazz had to break it for air.
"Just a little something to hold you over until tomorrow," Penelope said with a wink.
Jazz was still a little breathless from the kiss, but she didn't care. This felt great and that was all she needed to want to continue this new passion.
-Later at the Fenton household-
Jazz was sitting on her bed reading a new book she purchased on the way home, "Sex and Psychology." She was only a few pages into it, but it seemed that the book tried to influence that to be an active, productive member of society they need to relieve stress. One of the best ways to do so: sex. The book didn't get into anything about lovers of the same sex, but it didn't discourage it either.
She looked down at her side, Spectra's thong rested against Jazz's thigh. She picked it up, it looked to be about her size. She stood up from her place on the bed and went over to the door, looking quickly to see if anyone was in the hallway...empty.
Her parents were still marveling at the Fenton Converter and Fenton Anti-converter (as the two inventions came to be known as) in the basement. Danny was playing "Doomed" with Tucker and Sam.
So she quickly shut the door and locked it. Why wait until tomorrow to try it on? Her window was shut and the curtains drawn, nothing seemed to stop her now. With that she quickly removed her pants and panties, and slipped the thong on. She looked at herself in the mirror.
'It feels weird...like I have a constant wedgie. But I will admit, it shows my body off nicely. Tomorrow would probably be a bit odd to wear it for the first time. Guess I'll wear it tonight,' Jazz thought to herself.
She slipped her pants back on. No one could tell about her mild walk on the wild side while she wore those. Jazz went back to her bed to continuing reading her book.
-Meanwhile at Spectra's-
"You're doing what!"
"I'm bringing Jazz here tomorrow. That girl needs some help discovering who she truly is," Spectra told Bertrand, who didn't like the idea of Spectra and Jazz together.
"Didn't you help her enough today?"
"Today was a test. Once she was fully comfortable with me, then we could go further. I really don't see your reason for getting angry."
"Humans and ghosts shouldn't mix. There was a reason we were put into two different dimensions and not all in the same one. Besides, she has no idea you're a ghost, does she?"
"No Bertrand. Once we get a little more intimate then I can trust her enough that she won't turn me over to her parents. Besides, she gave me a good idea today."
"And that is?"
"Something you will have to see to believe."
"Whatever. I'm going to see what clubs Amity Park has. At least they can treat a guy right there," Bertrand said before flying off.
"I'm really starting to hate that queer midget. At least I can get some rest," Penelope said.
She laid down on the psychologist-styled couch she had in the living room for a quick nap. It always felt relaxing on there. As she drifted into sleep, she started dreaming...
-Spectra's Dream-
It was the end of August 1979, at the University of Wisconsin. A 19 year old freshman was carrying her suitcase up to her room. It was the Saturday before classes started and she figured it would be good to get used to where the halls were so she didn't have to figure it out the day of class. She got to her room and opened the door.
"Oh hi there, I guess you're my roommate. I'm Penelope. Penelope Spectra," she introduced herself as.
"I'm ... It's nice to meet you," the other girl said, her name being muted out in the dream.
"Likewise. So...what are you majoring in?"
"Actually I'm undeclared. I have a passion for chemistry and biology, but a true cross between them is really foggy. I was told this university had studies about paranormal research, specializing in ghosts. It seemed like it could be interesting."
"Really, this university has a ghost-studies class? I'm going here for psychology. I always had an ambition to try helping others. People try to cope with traumatizing events and depression ever day. It's no way to live, but if I could just reach out to help them, I know it can make a world of difference."
"That's pretty cool. Hey did you have a chance to walk around the university yet?"
"No I just got here. I was hoping to do that today."
"Just leave your suitcase on the bed and we can walk around the campus."
The two embarked on a trip all over the university, even getting lunch together. They decided to go back to their dorm.
"So Spectra, do you have a boyfriend?"
"In all honesty, too many men broke my heart in high school. I would date someone who seemed to be a perfect gentleman, but it turned out all they wanted was sex and I guess I looked easy to them. Whenever I found out I would leave them right then and there. I pretty much swore off men entirely now," Penelope said to her roommate.
"Well, you know you don't have to be in love with a man to be happy."
"I know, I'm perfectly fine with being single."
"I meant loving a woman actually."
"What do you mean?"
"Jazz, I'm bisexual. If you were in high school, chances are the kids there would have made fun of you by calling you a slut or something. At college, the students here understand sexual preference and have no problem with it. Some people prefer to keep these matters a secret until they feel they met the right person, others, like myself, are open with it. Perhaps your trouble with men is that you shouldn't be with them. "
"But..."
"Here Penelope, I have an idea. Let's have a little experiment..."
-Back in reality-
Spectra was awoken by her alarm. It started coming back to her. College, the roommate, the night. But she still couldn't remember her roommate's name still, and could barely even make out facial details.
"Ugh...why is she blocked even in my dreams? Oh my, no time to dwell on it. I'll be late for work if I don't hurry."
She arrived at the school and met up with Jazz for her third day of training. The day went off without a hitch, more students would enter and would then leave depressed as always. Bertrand didn't show up for work today though.
"So Jazz, ready for a little excitement?"
"Yes Penelope, I've been thinking about it all day!"
"Great to hear, let's go back to my place then."
A short drive to the outskirts of town revealed Spectra's house. It was a typical two story house, all she had to do was change into her shadow-like form and was able to spook the past residents out. A free house, fully furnished, and no messy paperwork? Sounded great to Spectra.
The two pulled up in Spectra's car and went into the home.
"Your house is beautiful Penelope."
"Thank you Jazz, let's grab a quick snack. Don't want to get too worn out do we?" Spectra said as she went to prepare them something fast. After a quick glass of water and half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich the two headed to Spectra's bedroom.
"Alright Jazz, let's get started. Let me help you with your shirt," Spectra said as he began removing Jazz's black shirt and bra. The temperature in the room wasn't as cold as Spectra's office, which made it feel a bit more relaxing. Spectra began to fully strip in response to Jazz's mild blush of embarrassment.
"Doesn't that feel a bit less constricting Jazz?"
"Definitely. While I'm comfortable with you and all, I'm still kind of nervous."
"That's perfectly natural, every girl, and guy I suppose, would be nervous their first time. These are new feelings and you're being extremely intimate with someone. You enjoyed yesterday right? Just think about how good it will feel now," Spectra said, grabbing Jazz in a passionate kiss to loosen the girl up.
It did the trick, soon Jazz's and Penelope's lips were locked and their tongues were battling it out.
"I'm ready," Jazz said breathlessly, her adrenaline running.
"Good. Lose the pants and lie on the bed."
Jazz obeyed, preparing to show Spectra the thong.
"Look at you Jazz. You look great! In fact...you look good enough to eat..." Penelope said.
Jazz was standing in front of the bed, the backs of her legs almost touching the comforter. Spectra lightly pushed Jazz onto the bed. Spectra slowly crawled onto Jazz.
"What are you...oh don't stop..."
Penelope was lightly biting Jazz's left nipple, occasionally flicking it with her tongue. The girl read about pleasure from nipple stimulation, but her attempts at it didn't prove all that great. But this...this was incredible!
"Oh Penelope, harder, bite harder!"
The woman obliged, reaching up with her right hand to teasingly pinch the right nipple. Jazz couldn't stand it, she never felt anything this good in her life. Spectra's play ended soon.
"Better take off the thong. Chances are if I go any further they'll be soaked."
"Good idea."
"Allow me..."
Spectra slowly rubbed her hands down Jazz's body. She knew the girl's curves very well after yesterday and she loved getting the chance to feel them again. Her hands reached the thong finally, Penelope lightly tugged at the waistband before continuing to pull them down.
Penelope leaned her head closer in to Jazz's pussy preparing to...
"Oh my god...t-t-that feels so good! Don't stop!"
Spectra began licking Jazz's clit. It seemed to be slightly exposed...almost begging for attention. She continued to Jazz for a few minutes until she decided to give Jazz something to remember. Spectra gave a small lick up Jazz's slit and lightly sucked on her throbbing clit. It didn't take too long for the expected result.
Jazz gasped, moaned, screamed and thrashed about in her first orgasm. Penelope decided to let Jazz quickly recover and snuck up next to heron the bed.
"Penelope...that...that...was...incred...ible..."
"Haha, you sound just like I did after my first time. It was an intense experience, unparalleled to anything I did prior to it."
"Is there...anyway...I can...repay you?" Jazz said, still out of breath.
"Well, getting you worked up really turned me on," Penelope said in a seductive tone, "I wouldn't mind getting off myself."
"I think I can do that. Just sit up a little higher on the bed. I've never...uhm..."
"Eaten pussy before?"
"Isn't there a better way to say it?"
"If you want the professional phrasing, performing oral sex on a female partner."
"Yeah that. But I'll be careful though."
"Jazz quit worrying, you are inexperienced. Just relax. Here, you see my clit? It's this little nub that's sticking out. Just gently lick that a little bit."
"Well...ok."
Jazz began the awkward task of bringing Penelope to orgasm. She had her first just five minutes ago, could she bring that same feeling to another woman?
She started slowly, as she remembered Spectra doing. Just circling her clit for nearly ten minutes until Spectra voiced in.
"Jazz, don't keep teasing me like that. Just suck on it and send me over the edge!"
The girl quickly obliged and sent Spectra into her own orgasm.
"Oh Jazz, that was great! For a first timer, you handled yourself perfectly."
"Really? I mean it was exhilarating for me, but I didn't know how you felt."
"It was perfect. You need to relax a little more. Let the language just roll. It's just us here and I'm fine with it. Whenever it falls freely, you have no reason to think of what to say in a censored version, setting your mind a bit freer."
"I guess you're right Penelope. Next time I will."
"Good to hear, now get dressed. We don't want anyone to find out about us now do we? It wouldn't look good for either of us."
"I see your point, I agree let's keep this a secret for now."
The two got dressed and headed out to the car. As they approached the Fenton household, Jazz had something on her mind.
"Penelope, I need to be honest. I'm...well I think I'm in love with you."
"Jazz I love you too."
"No I mean, truly in love with you. It's...just that no one ever was this kind to me for just being me. Not for academics, not for some sort of help, not because I'm related to them, just being someone who cares about me as a person and understands me."
"Jazz, I was serious as well. I do love you. I'd do anything for us to be together. If you'd like we can go back to my house again tomorrow and try some new things if you'd like."
"I would Penelope, I truly would."
"I'll see up you then Jazz."
Penelope drove off, letting Jazz with her thoughts about how they could ever be together.
-Later at Spectra's House-
"No Bertrand still, hmm...I'm feeling a bit sexy today. Let's just slip this outfit off...and now for some man free relaxation," she said heading towards the bedroom.
"Ugh, can't you cover up Spectra?"
"Bertrand? Where the hell have you been?"
"Some club that's open 24 hours a day. It was heaven."
"A building full of men...sounds like my personal hell."
"Whatever. I take it you had your fun with Jazz?"
"More than I can recall since I died."
"I still don't know why you're chasing after her."
"Bertrand, just leave. Go back to the Ghost Zone, I'm tired of hearing you object to me and Jazz already! Get lost!"
"Gladly," and with that, Bertrand took off.
"Finally some real peace."
Penelope realized something now. She was rid of her nuisance, but now she was alone in the house...perhaps Jazz could be of some assistance with filling that void though.
End Chapter 4
Spectra and Jazz seem like they could make a good couple. And what of her old roommate, why is she being blocked out of Spectra's mind? All will be revealed soon in, "Behind the Therapist's door"!
And college has been killing me lately...so looks like I'm having less time to write the story. But it's all good, I made an outline (well...a rough one) so I know where the story is going, and I read over it once a week so I know where all the characters stand.
Later, Phantom of the Asylum.