Lesbian live cam girl show - part 1
"I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps.
Let's get outta here," Daphne whispered, panning the
dark room with her flashlight.
"That don't sound like the Dodie I know," I replied.
"I'm usually the one having to drag you outta places
like this."
"Keep your voice down," Dodie shushed me. "I feel
something in here I don't like and you're gonna wake it
up."
Dodie's real name was Daphne La Troy, but I had been
calling her Dodie since our high-school days. That was
when we began our adventures together in search of
ghosts. We have been roaming old southern plantation
homes and manor houses, armed only with flashlights,
together for seven years now.
I have always thought Dodie to be pretty much fearless,
except for snakes; she didn't have much use for those
critters. But something about the old abandoned Delta
Hotel made her as nervous as a whore in church. I can
always tell when she's upset or nervous; she pulls a
handful of her long straight, glossy-black hair over her
shoulder and starts twirling it between her little short
fingers, and at that moment she had it twisted tighter
than the drawstrings on a fat-lady's corset.
"I'm serious, I'm outta here," Dodie whispered, heading
for the window we had slipped in through.
She was about to climb out the open window, but froze in
position, with one leg raised into the air and her hand
on the windowsill, when the window loudly slammed shut.
The heavy window narrowly missed her fingers. It took
Dodie less then a second to unfreeze and cover the
fifteen or so feet back to where I stood. I don't
believe her pretty little feet even touched the floor.
Even when she got to me, she didn't touch the floor, her
arms shot around my neck and her legs wound tight around
my hips.
"I knew it, I knew it, I knew it," she kept whispering
in my ear.
Of course, I didn't mind having her wrapped around me
like that, but I usually preferred for her to be naked
when she was.
Thank goodness, I was considerably larger than Dodie and
was able to stand there holding her because she was
stuck to me like a leech and seemed to have no intention
of releasing her death grip on me.
"Get us outta here," she whispered.
"That might be a little easier if you were to get down,"
I suggested.
"Na huh," she whispered, shaking her pretty little head
no.
I started toward the door with Dodie still wrapped
around me like a python on its next dinner. I had
carried her like that many times before, but it was
usually towards our bed, not attempting to escape a
haunted house. Plus, Dodie was usually whispering
sweet-nothings in my ear instead of whimpering like she
was at that moment.
That was when She showed up. One second, the path
to the door was clear, the next, She was standing
between the front door and us.
"I was delighted when you pretty ladies came through the
window. It has been a long while since I have had any
company," she said with a polite smile. "I can not
believe you were going to leave so quickly, and without
even a goodbye kiss." Her smile faded to a sinister
glare. Her long tongue seductively glided over her
bright-red upper lip. "I do so enjoy the companionship
of beautiful young ladies such as yourselves. You would
not want to sneak away and break an old woman's heart,
now would you?"
"Ah, no, no, of course not," I finally managed to
stutter.
"Well good. I would not be very happy if you did," she
said, her smile returning.
She was quite an attractive woman, tall, curvy, and
sensual. Her face was slender and framed with heaping
tresses of long wavy hair. That was the weird looking
thing about her; her hair was as white as cotton. It
actually glowed a little. She was wearing a long,
black-velveteen dress, low cut at the top, revealing her
ample cleavage. The skirt part of the dress had a side
slit reaching her upper thigh, flashing a glimpse of her
long slim leg, showing the top of her black-silk nylon
and a hint of her creamy-white thigh above it when she
moved.