Chapter 2

“Bullshit!” James Cavanaugh said after he heard the story that Mike told at breakfast the next day.

“As God is my witness,” Mike replied, “I went in for a piss and there she was. Gave me an amazing blowjob.”

“Did you speak to her?” James asked, “What’s her name?”

“I didn’t even see her face,” Mike responded, “All I saw was her pussy, and then felt her mouth.”

An older student who was sitting further down the table looked at Mike with interest.

“Are you in the Driscoll Building?” he asked. “Fourth Floor?”

Mike looked at him. “Sorry, this was a private conversation.” He said a little snippily.

“Then perhaps,” said the stranger, “you should have kept your voice down. Now if you answer my question, I might have an interesting story for you.”

Mike looked at James before replying. “Yes 4b, Driscoll.”

The older boy slid closer to him and grinned “Evans,” he said holding his hand out, “Charlie Evans.”

They shook hands.

“My brother,” Charlie began, “studied here about four years ago. He was in 4a. When he found out that I was coming here, he said I should try and get in one of the rooms on that floor. Sadly, I wasn’t able to, you and whoever got 4a were here first, so I didn’t even get into the building.”

“But why?” Mike asked, “What’s so special about the fourth floor.”

“The gloryholes,” Charlie said simply, “They lead into the women’s dorm.”

“I know that,” said Mike, “But before last night, the stall there was always empty. I had heard that it had been sealed up the other side for some reason.”

“It was sealed up, because of the gloryholes.” Charlie said. “The university got sick of repairing the walls only to have students open them up again. They even put sheet steel on the walls, but they kept getting drilled through. The steel just disappeared.”

“So, if it’s been sealed up.” Asked James, “How did that woman get in there last night. If it was not just a wet dream all along.” He added a little scornfully.

“That’s the thing.” Said Charles. “There is a rumour, a story, that fourth floor of the girl’s dorm is haunted. None of the girls want that room. But apparently a latecomer has taken it this year. Doesn’t believe in ghosts.”

Mike sat back laughing. “Bullshit!” he said echoing his friend’s earlier comment. That was no ghost. That was a one hundred percent red hot woman.

“I’m not saying SHE was a ghost,” said Charlie, “But from what I understand, the ghost causes the girl to go into the cubicle, and deal with any cocks that come through the hole. Either hole.” He added.

“Possession?” James asked incredulously, “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“Is it?” asked Charlie. “Does it even matter?” he added. “There’s a hot chick who somehow got into a locked toilet and was willing to blow a stranger through the hole in the wall. Are you going to look a gift horse in the mouth?”

“Wait up,” said Mike, “Let’s say for one second that we believe you. Then this girl doesn’t know what’s going on. That’s rape.”

“Is it?” Charlie asked again, “Do you believe in ghosts?”

“Well ... no” Mike said.

“Well then, “said Charlie with satisfaction. “All you need to know is that there is a gloryhole with a willing girl the other side. Are you going to turn that down?”

“But what if we get caught?” asked James.

“How?” asked Charlie. “You are in a totally different building to her. The security tapes will show that you never entered her building. At worst you used a gloryhole, that SHE would have had to herself use, how can that be rape. There are no drugs, and who the hell believes in the paranormal these days.”

Mike and James looked at each other. They could see the cogs turning.

“Tell you what.” Said Charlie. “Ill make a bet with you. Go up to the hole tonight. And if she is not there, we’ll call it even. But if she is, then tomorrow night you let me and a few buddies of mine come up to your room and we’ll investigate more thoroughly.”

“Why should I?” asked Mike. “If she is there, then I get to have some fun. Why do I need you and your buddies involved at all?”

“Twenty bucks a head!” Charlie said.

“Fifty!” said Mike.

“Thirty,” said Charlie, “and that’s all we got.”

Mike looked at James and then Nodded. “Ok. If she’s there tonight, it’s a deal.”

They shook, and Charlie got up and left the table.

“You’re not going to charge me, are you?” asked James.

Mike shook his head. “Why don’t you come over tonight.” He said, “Then maybe you’ll believe me.

Juliette had been horny all day.

She had found it hard do concentrate in classes, and it had got so bad that she had even gone to the ladies room in the lunch break to try and find some release, thinking that she could clear her head for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, release had evaded her and all she had achieved was to wind herself up even more.

Since she had missed lunch, she ate early in the cafeteria and then went back to her room still nursing an itch she couldn’t seem to scratch.

She thought that a long hot shower might help her settle, and she spent almost thirty minutes under the hot water, deliberately not touching herself, as she didn’t want anyone to come in and catch her. The doors were frosted but you would still be able to tell if someone was jilling off in there.

She went back up to her room and sat on her bed. Strangely now she was back in her room, the horniness seemed to have settled. It was still there but just a vague feeling not the drive that had been dogging her all day.

Grateful for this respite she decided to do some work and write up the notes from her lectures today. She knew that if she got behind on those it would be difficult for her to catch up.

When she finished her notes, she looked at the clock and realised it was after ten. She decided a cup of tea and then bed since her horniness had evaporated.

She was asleep within seconds of her head hitting the pillow. Her breathing deep and even. There was no moon tonight, and yet a beam of light lit up the foot of the bed, before once again coalescing into the diminutive figure.

Moving swiftly to the head of the bed. She knelt by Juliette, and once again began to whisper in her ear.

This time there was no masturbation.

Juliette just groaned and began thrusting her hips forward as if engaged in sex. Thrusting herself on an invisible lover. Her legs wide begging for penetration that didn’t come.

The sectre stood and once again walked to the door, which opened unprompted. Juliette followed her down the hall and into the ‘sealed’ bathroom, the door standing open as before. It closed behind her.