| School Spirit, Chapter One My name is Lyndy Marsh and I am a teacher newly transferred to Lexington Elementary. Having just moved into town during the summer, I really didn't know anyone yet. I was working diligently on making my new house a home when the doorbell rang. I stopped and looked at the full-length mirror that was preset in the wall of the hallway. I was wearing my typical 'work around the house' clothes which consists of a light-blue halter top which loosely covered my 34C breasts, a pair of 'Daisy Dukes' and sneakers. My hair was a little out of sorts, but presentable enough, considering. I went downstairs and opened the door. Standing before me was my neighbor, Janice. She was taller than me, standing about 5'7", shoulder-length burgundy-colored hair and light green eyes. Her figure was that of a professional model, 36C-28-36, and the longest legs I have seen in a while. I looked down and came across what could only be her daughter, which was like seeing a miniature version of her, save for her hair being exceptionally long. She was about 4'2" and I guessed to be about ten or eleven. She was holding a basket in both arms. "Hello." I greeted, smiling. "Hello and welcome to the neighborhood," she replied, offering up a hand. "I'm Amy Brooks and this is my daughter Emily." "Thank you, Amy. I'm Lyndy. Won't you both come in?" I said, taking her hand and leading them both inside, closing the door behind them. "Please, excuse the mess. I'm still trying to get settled." "We brought you some goodies, too!" Emily chimed in gleefully, offering me the basket. I gladly accepted the basket and lead them into the living room which was, luckily, mostly finished. I set the basket on the coffee table and looked inside. There was a bottle of wine, some mini sandwiches along with some crackers and sliced cheese. "Ooooo, almost like a picnic." I beamed, taking each item out of the basket and setting it on the coffee table. I rose and went to fetch a couple of wine glasses, a can of cola from the fridge and a glass for Emily. Retrieving the ice bucket, I returned to the living room and began pouring the drinks. "Thank you for the lovely housewarming gift, Amy, Emily" "You're welcome, Lyndy" Amy replied. "You're the new school teacher, aren't you, Lyndy?" Emily blurted excitedly. "Why, yes." I smiled. "I will be teaching at Lexington Elementary this Fall." "It's haunted, ya know?" Emily added. "Pardon?" I quizzed. "The kids all think it's haunted because a little girl died in the school. Drowned actually." Amy told me. "I think it was about ten years ago. Her name was Debbie Simmons." "Oh, no." I gasped. "How did she drown? Wasn't anyone watching her?" After getting the full story of poor Debbie Simmons, I was almost in tears. Seems that she didn't know how to swim and was teased ruthlessly about it. Distraught over the whole thing, she went to the pool after school to try to teach herself to swim. She jumped into the deep end by mistake and was unable to get back to the edge. The janitor found her later that evening. "That's terrible." I cried. "They say her spirit still walks the halls." Amy concluded. "For awhile, the school was closed down, but, after some renovations, they reopened it about two years ago. Emily goes there." "Wonderful, then she will probably be in my class." "Goodie." Emily shouted happily. As we said our good-byes, Amy turned to me with one finally shocker. "I think you should know…this used to be where Debbie lived. Her mother moved away after the funeral." For the rest of the evening, thoughts of Debbie filled my head. I went to my study and logged onto the NET and did some research. She was a pretty young thing. She had long reddish-blonde hair, sky blue eyes and the cutest dimples I had ever seen, from the school photo I found in the school archives. The news article I found confirmed what Amy had told me. I felt sad all over again. "Don't feel sad." A voice told me. I whipped around to see where the voice was coming from. Nobody was in the study. I shook my head, thinking that I had imagined it, I returned to the screen to read more of the story about Debbie. As I sat there, browsing the various locations for stories about Debbie, I started to feel tired. I stretched and yawned. I started to feel the day's tension begin to fade. At first, it was almost undetectable, but I got the feeling that small hands were lightly rubbing my shoulders and neck. A soft moan escaped my lips before I realized that, it 'did' feel like there was somebody there, massaging my tension away. "Who's there?" I gasped as I jumped from my seat and looked around the room. Still, there was nobody there. "I must be tired." I resolved. "Maybe a soothing bubble bath will help." Shutting down the computer, I made the long journey up the stairs, gripping hold of the banister as each step felt heavy. Not bothering to gather up my night gown from my room, I went straight to the master bath. I plugged the drain and adjusted the water to the right temperature, adding some jasmine and honey bath power to the rising water. I stripped off my work wear and stepped into the foaming water and sank down until the bubbles were just below my chin. I rested my head on the back of the tub and closed my eyes, taking in the soothing water. The bubbles felt nice, almost like they had a mind of their own and knew exactly where I was tight and stiff. They felt like a million tiny hands caressing, massaging and made my silky smooth skin all tingly. Then they seemed to merge together slowly until they actually felt like real hands…kneading, rubbing, teasing, soothing out all my cares. I was getting more and more relaxed. I let my body go limp, my breathing became heavier and more labored, my thighs drifted apart naturally. The bubbles continued to work over my entire body, my nipples stood erect, my breasts seemed to be kneaded more. The effect drifted further down, across my taunt, athletic tummy and across my pubic area, down my thighs to my calves, ankles and feet. Then they began to make the return journey agonizingly slow. "Hmmmmmm!" I moaned softly. As they reached my pussy, I groaned louder. The tingling became more intense, feeling much more like tiny fingers spreading my nether lips. The next thing that happened caused me to cum much deeper than I had ever done before. I could swear that I felt a tiny tongue licking and lapping away at me, so gently, so…lovingly. Reality hit me almost as hard as the intense orgasm I had just experienced as I sat upright, covering myself quickly and opening my eyes. That's when I saw her, or at least, her shape in the bubbles. "Oh, my God…Debbie…Debbie Simmons???" I gasped out loud. The bubbles started to disperse, a sure sign that she was leaving, possibly frightened by my surprise. "No!!!" I pleaded. "Please, don't go. I…" "You want to know if I am really here or if this is a dream, right?" I nodded dumbly, surprised that her voice sounded so sweet and tiny, like her. But the voice was not verbal, but being projected into my head. "I'm sorry for startling you like that, but you looked like you needed help relaxing," she apologized. "It was wrong to touch you so. I won't do it again." "I have…" I began. "…so many questions for me," she finished my sentence for me. "How did…" "I know what you were going to say?" she finished again. "I'm sorry, I can hear your thoughts. How rude of me. I should let you finish your sentences. I just can't help myself." "I'm sorry about what happened to you." "Thank you, but it's not your fault. I was young and stupid." Debbie sighed, if a ghost can sigh, that is. As we talked, Debbie transformed into a more familiar image of herself, in a cute school uniform, her hair up in a pony tail. She took up a seat on the toilet and put her hands in her lap. "Why are you here?" I asked as I lifted my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them. "I mean, shouldn't you have…" "Ascended?" she completed. "I'm sorry, Lyndy. I did it again. Bad habit." Then, with her own voice, no longer speaking in my head, Debbie explained. "I wasn't ready to ascend," she shrugged. "Besides, I like it here. I may look young, but I have learned so much in the past ten years." "Well, I see you've overcome your fear of water at least." I said cheerfully. "Yeah, it helps being a spirit. I can't be harmed, well, not like regular people." I noticed that Debbie seemed to be fidgeting a bit. She looked kind of nervous about something. "What aren't you telling me, hon?" I asked. "Well, there is one other reason I haven't ascended, but I've avoided doing it for all these years because I don't want to leave this realm." "Please, tell me." I pleaded. Debbie thought for a moment and then sighed, turning to face me. "I have to help someone find true love." The water in the tub was cooling off and the bubbles were all but gone. I rinsed off as Debbie handed me a towel. I was amazed, not only that I was handling this all so well, but that Debbie was able to give me a towel. It was almost like she was still alive. "You're beautiful," she said. "You look almost like my mother." "Why, thank you, Debbie." I smiled as I dried off, wrapping another towel around my head. "You're also taking this whole thing so well. Most people freak out when they see me." To Be Continued… |