Hard as an Ouija Board by lustypenny

“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 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 fuck. Why would I say some suspect ass shit like that? It just means I’mma have to play this game longer,” Giselle clapped with the practiced sass she had been cultivating throughout her entire senior year.

Audrey studied her friend’s face intently, waiting for her to bust up and begin her high-pitched ‘I got you, bitch’ cackle that she had similarly refined down to a savant-level talent. Hunter watched the stand-off through a faceful of bleached-silver hair that hid most of her pale, powdered face adorned with a look of amusement. Meanwhile, Claire was furiously wiggling her hands in the direction of her three cohorts in a desperate attempt to get their attention.

“Guys.. “ Claire breathed, her body writhing around side to side as her hips kicked back and forth rhythmically. Her head tilted to the side as if pushed, throwing one of her auburn pigtails into her face and the other one bouncing off the side of her head. Hunter was the first one to notice this development in the evening when she turned her mute gaze toward Claire. Her jaw fell slack at the sight of red kiss imprints materializing out of the ether onto Claire’s exposed neck.

“Guys.. “ Claire all but moaned as well-defined lipstick marks bloomed into existence, one by one, down from the lobe of her ear and down the side of her tender, sensitive flesh. As if her expression couldn’t get any more shocked, Hunter looked back at the other two while static electricity crackled in the air between their locked gazes. There wasn’t much that the girl could do to grab her friend’s attention, so she began tugging on the corner of Audrey’s puffy, pink blouse sleeve. Meanwhile, the ghostly assault on their supernaturally seduced friend advanced.

Had any of the girls been watching, the buttons on Claire’s top would appear to be popping open one-by-one by themselves, all the while the ginger girl who was also looking red in the face watched intently. She made no measure of protest to stop the spiritual onslaught, even after her top fell away from around her shoulders and draped onto her palms. After a beat, the illusory kiss prints picked up where they left off, continuing down from Claire’s neck and progressed in between her well-endowed jugs. Propped up one hand behind her back and her legs spread, the bewitched mortal reached down and pushed a hand up over her crotch. She gasped meekly, as if having just been violated in some way.

It was at that moment that Audrey finally stopped her stare-down to give Hunter the attention she was whimpering for. With a whip of her blond hair, she rounded on Hunter with a dirty look locked and loaded – only to be halted in a dead stop once she saw the spectacle on the other side of the game board.

“Claire, what the fuck are you doing?!” the upright, church girl cried out. The swear warbled out from her lips in a timid, almost involuntary way. When you’re watching your best friend rubbing her pussy in front of you, sometimes the only way to properly express yourself was through a well-placed ‘fuck.’ Even if the Lord didn’t appreciate it.

“I can’t– oh, god.. I can’t do anything, it’s..” Claire protested. Her knees were suddenly pulled up from under her, unseating her criss-cross stance and brought her rolling onto her back.

“Oh my God, Claire! Knock it off! Go in the bathroom or something!” Audrey shrieked as the situation escalated further and further, completely oblivious to the fact that some attic-dwelling spectre was having their way with her friend.

“I’m not doing anything!” Claire pleaded.

“Yeah, you clearly are! Look, this is not what I meant by ‘experimenting’ when we were talking the.. other.. d– day..” slowly, Audrey’s cadence slowed to a halt. The wind had been let out of her sails as she watched Claire’s pants being undone. First, the aluminum button on her jeans popped free. Claire’s hands were on the ground, Audrey was sure of that. She could see them. Then, the zipper rolled down the front. Audrey double-checked Claire’s hands; still on the ground. Once the waistline of her jeans slipped off from around her waist and popped around her juicy bubble-butt, all bets were off. Once her clothing cleared the bottom of her ankle, it hung, suspended in the air for a full second before dropping to the ground.