Lesbian Car Trouble

Hunched forward over the steering wheel of her car, peering through the windshield into the seemingly impenetrable darkness, Lisa Hatcher could have kicked herself for choosing to come this way.

It was Halloween and she had gone to a party with a bunch of her friends this evening, choosing to stay out a little past her curfew rather than risk losing the hunk she had almost reeled in, but that had earned her a call from her father. The old man had pitched a world class fit just because she was a couple of hours late getting home, practically melting her cell phone with all of his heated griping. To defuse the situation, she had realized that she needed to get home fast before he started thinking about grounding her or something and this road was certainly the quickest way to get home.

Unfortunately, it was also a very narrow and poorly maintained strip of asphalt that wound it's way through the dense, almost primeval forest that occupied the edge of town.

The woods were a spooky place to be at the best of times, but on a black and moonless night such as this it was almost enough to make her skin crawl. The only light came from her own headlights and it seemed to her that they weren't doing a very good job of cutting through the gloom this evening. With the trees looming up close to both sides of the road giving the appearance of almost solid walls and their branches spreading overhead to create an almost solid roof, it felt like she had plunged into some kind of tunnel deep underground. In a place like this, it was very easy to feel absolutely isolated from the rest of the world even though civilization was only a few miles away.

Given that the alternative was a wide and well maintained four lane highway with lots of streetlights that curved it's way around the edge of the woods and added only about an hours worth of travel time, was it any wonder that this little road was deserted save for Lisa?

Slowing down to negotiate a hairpin curve, the young woman decided it was time to stop dwelling on how creepy this place was before she freaked herself out. Instead, she focused her attention on her success back at the party.

The eighteen year old high school senior had spent most of her evening being mercilessly flattered and hit on at the party by an endless stream of guys who were very interested in getting her out of the fuzzy pink sweater and poodle skirt she had worn as a costume, but none of them had gotten anywhere with her. The idea of a quickie at some party with any old creep just had not appealed to her at all.

Instead, her sights had been set on the football team's star running back - a gorgeous young man who was hung like a horse if the rumors flying around were to be believed. She knew that he was between girlfriends at the moment and had known that she could rule the school if she was the one on his arm. She had spun a web around the poor guy that no one could have escaped, reeling him in with all the skill of a natural born man hunter.

This was why she couldn't afford to get grounded right now - she had a big date coming up next weekend.

So Lisa could never have gotten out of these woods fast enough to suit her, but she ran into some trouble when she got about three fourths of the way through them.

One moment the car was cruising along the road without any kind of problem at all and the next the engine was making sputtering, coughing noises and the car started to slow down. Alarmed by this as the last thing she wanted to do was to end up stopped in the depths of this spooky old forest, she pushed down on the accelerator pedal only to hear the engine backfire violently twice before it completely died. The vehicle's forward momentum kept it going for just a little while and it drifted to a slow stop near a gentle curve with two wheels still on the road and the other two on the practically nonexistent dirt shoulder.

"Oh, wonderful. This is just perfect." Lisa gave the steering wheel a frustrated and annoyed slap just to make sure the car knew how she felt about this, then tried to restart the engine. She could hear it make a grinding noise but it didn't seem to her that it was even trying to start and so she gave the steering wheel an even harder slap. "Stupid car."

She was grateful though that the car still seemed to have electrical power as the headlights still shone brightly into the night outside and the dashboard still glowed a soft green in front of her. Having the lights on would reduce the chance of anyone else who was stupid enough to take this road tonight failing to see the stopped car in time and driving right into her, but she didn't suppose the battery would last for too long and she certainly didn't want to still be stuck out here when it finally died and she had no light at all.

When she fished out her cell phone, she was dismayed to see that the little device couldn't find a signal. For whatever reason, the phone couldn't call out of these woods, which meant that she was not going to be able to summon help. She gave the little phone a little of what she had been giving the steering wheel and then stuffed it back into her pocket.

Reaching up under the dashboard to give the hood release an unnecessarily hard yank, she climbed out to have a look at the car's engine hoping that the problem would be something obvious that she could take care of herself without any tools or even the slightest idea of how a car's motor worked. Realistically, she knew there was little to no chance of anybody else coming down this road tonight and deciding to stop and rescue her, so if she couldn't get this thing fixed she would have to take a very long and very scary hike to reach a pay phone.

Helplessly she stared at the dead engine, bending over the car's fender to get a closer look as it was shrouded in darkness since the headlights were the only available light source. There wasn't anything in there that looked even slightly familiar and she had to face the fact that she wasn't going to be able to fix this on her own.

Lisa was so intent on her contemplation of the engine that she didn't notice when a thick fog started to gather around her. It was a low, ground-hugging sort of fog that swirled around her lower legs and seemed to appear out of nowhere for no readily apparent reason.

Frowning to herself, Lisa resolved that she was going to learn about cars so that she would never find herself in this position again. She knew that her school offered classes on this sort of thing, but had never before even considered taking one. She was due to take an art class next year, but she was going to do what ever had to be done to change that to car repair.

"Hi, there. Having a little car trouble?"

The soft, friendly voice suddenly coming from behind her was such a surprise to Lisa that she literally jumped and banged her head on the open hood just above her head. Swearing softly to herself more out of annoyance than any real pain and hoping she hadn't gotten any grease or oil in her hair, she pulled herself out from under the hood and turned hastily to see who it was that had spoken.

She was amazed to find a lovely young girl of about her own age or maybe a little older just standing in the road not too far away from her. It was only now that Lisa noticed the low fog swirling slowly around them and it only added to how surreal it seemed for this girl to have suddenly just appeared out of nowhere on this lonely little road in the middle of this deserted forest. The girl seemed to be glowing ever so slightly, but Lisa just naturally assumed that was some weird effect caused by her car's headlights bouncing off something or other. The girl must have been at some Halloween party tonight since, just like Lisa herself, she too was dressed in the style of the fifties with a tight shirt and skirt, but she was also wearing a leather jacket like the one the Fonz wore on that old TV show.

Lisa just stared at her for the longest time, hardly able to comprehend that she was really there.

Where had this girl come from? How could she possibly have walked up so close on such an absolutely quiet night without Lisa hearing her approach? The answer to that second question was probably something ridiculously obvious like that she had gotten so caught up in trying to puzzle out this motor that she had just been too preoccupied to hear even a semi coming down the road. An answer for that first question was a little harder to come by though and so she decided to just ask.

"Where . . ." Lisa was so stunned to see this other girl that her voice came out as an almost incomprehensible croak, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "Where did you come from?"

The girl smiled sweetly but gave only the vaguest of answers. "Just back there," she said, seeming to indicate with a vague sweep of her arm the dark woods just beyond where the road made it's curve here. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. My name's Amy, by the way."

"I'm Lisa," she answered automatically, peering into the woods in vain for any hint of where this girl might have come from.

The darkness was completely impenetrable and she realized that a car or motorcycle or something could very easily be hidden in the deep and gloomy shadows among those trees. For that matter, she thought it was probably possible that an entire house or lodge could be just on the other side of those trees without her knowing about it if it didn't have any lights on. She had never heard of any kind of structure at all being built out here in these creepy old woods, but then again she had also never really looked into the matter.

"It just so happens that I know a little something about cars, Lisa," the girl continued in the friendliest, most casual way possible. "I'd be happy to lend you a hand, if you'd like."

As the shock of the girl's sudden appearance started to wear off, Lisa felt herself relaxing as Amy seemed genuinely friendly and only interested in helping her out of this jam. Considering that Lisa was so desperate to get the car working again so that she could get out of these woods and back home - even if she would have to listen to another of her dad's lectures when she got there - it was really no wonder that she so enthusiastically accepted the other girl's offer of help.

With a warm smile on her face, Amy came right over to lean over the opposite fender and stick her head under the hood to have a close look at the motor. Lisa watched as she considered the engine carefully, poking at this and fiddling with that as she tried to figure out what was wrong with it, noticing that the glow the girl seemed to be giving off really illuminated things in there very nicely. She still couldn't imagine exactly how the headlights of the car were causing that effect, but she certainly appreciated it now.

"Wow, there's not much in here that looks like what's under the hood of my car," Amy mused thoughtfully as she worked. "They make these things more and more complicated every year, don't they?"

Lisa honestly didn't know whether they did or not, but she agreed nonetheless. "Does that mean you won't be able to fix it?" she asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice.

There was nothing but confidence in the girl's eyes as she looked up with a grin. "Don't worry, I can handle it," she reassured the anxious Lisa. "No matter how overly complicated they make things these days, it's still the same sorts of parts doing the same sorts of things." She returned her attention to the engine then to continue studying it. "It may take me a little longer than I expected is all."

"Oh."

While her mysterious benefactor was studying the engine, Lisa found herself studying the girl herself. She was certainly a very attractive young woman with plenty of curves and with her long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. Lisa discovered that not only was the girl's shirt tight enough to prove that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath it, the neckline drooped low enough to give her a nice eyeful of her cleavage.

Lisa stifled a little gasp when she saw how obviously Amy's very erect nipples showed through her top. There was a slight but noticeable chill to the air on this October night and she naturally blamed what she was seeing on that, but she just couldn't stop staring at the girl's twin peaks.

Even though she considered herself to be wholly heterosexual, Lisa was not blind to the beauty of other women and had certainly wondered what it might be like to go to bed with one, but had certainly never done anything to try to make it happen.

Amy was saying something about the engine just then but Lisa was too lost in thought to even notice the girl was speaking. Amy looked up curiously when she received no reply and had to smile broadly when she noticed what had so transfixed the other girl.

"So, do you like what you see?" she wondered with a playful chuckle.

Lisa may not have heard the rest of what Amy was saying, but as she was still staring fixedly at the other girl's full breasts she somehow managed to hear this question quite clearly. Blushing hotly and looking away quickly, she mumbled something hugely unconvincing about how she was just admiring Amy's outfit.

Backing out from under the hood of the car, Amy shrugged off her leather jacket and tossed it casually up onto the roof of the vehicle. She was pleased to see how Lisa's eyes were drawn right back to her as she then stepped around the front of the car to join the other girl - keeping an appropriate distance between them but still managing to get close enough to incite a profound reaction from Lisa's hormones.

The strength of her reaction to this young woman came as a surprise to Lisa. Sure, she may have enjoyed scoping out other girls on the sly and she may have had the occasional fantasy of a lesbian experience, but she had never felt a surge of emotions this intense for any female in her entire life. Not even her running back had been able to make her feel anything like this. Something about Amy just seemed hypnotic to her though and she was having a harder and harder time tearing her eyes away from her.

Reaching up with one hand to brush a loose strand of that fiery red hair back behind her ear, Amy wrapped her other arm around herself just underneath those firm young breasts. This one-arm hug "inadvertently" caused her bosom to rise ever so slightly and that was more than enough to draw Lisa's attention right back to it with a loud gasp.

Amy chuckled again, her eyes sparkling. "You weren't admiring my outfit, were you?" It was clear from her tone that this was more of a statement than a question.

Suddenly, her father, her new boyfriend, and everything else was forgotten as the girl started to drift closer and closer to her. Even so, Lisa thought fleetingly about backing away before something awkward happened, but she felt rooted to the spot and could not have moved had her life depended on it. She gave up trying pretty quickly in any case and managed to raise her eyes to meet Amy's gaze only when they were separated by mere inches.

Amy's eyes were a deep and vibrant blue and Lisa could feel herself willingly getting more and more lost in them.

Amy caught one of Lisa's hands in her own and her smile grew that much bigger when she felt the other girl respond by giving her a firm squeeze as if she had no intention of ever letting go. Amy's other hand rose to brush lightly across Lisa's cheek and the other girl responded by heaving a long, shuddering sigh of pure pleasure, her eyelids fluttering closed as she leaned into the gentle caress.

Something brushed across her lips and every single nerve ending in Lisa's entire body fired off simultaneously as a result.

Had that been a kiss? For someone accustomed only to the desperate, amateurish fumbling of teenage boys, this seemed far too gentle, way too tender, and much too overwhelmingly sweet to have really been a kiss. Opening her eyes again to find herself now nose to nose with the other girl, it was clear that it could have been nothing but a kiss.

The girl remained still though and did nothing more and ever so gradually Lisa started to realize that she was waiting for her - waiting to see if she wanted to continue this exploration any farther or put a stop to it right now before things got out of hand. Doing a quick search of her feelings and desires, Lisa knew that there was no way she was going to be able to break this off now.

Lisa leaned in slowly and hesitantly, as if expecting the other girl to suddenly pull back in alarm or disgust and angrily demand to know what the hell she thought she was doing. The girl did nothing of the sort though and remained still, smiling warmly and encouragingly. This was the first time Lisa had ever kissed another woman and it was an uncertain but lingering one that she once more felt all the way from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.

Lisa jerked her head back in the aftermath and looked searchingly into Amy's eyes as if waiting for some kind of judgment to be passed. From the expression on the other girl's face it was very obvious that she had enjoyed it just as much as she had though and so Lisa actually sighed in relief.

As if on some unseen and unheard signal, both girls moved at the same time to enfold each other in a warm embrace, pulling each other close. They stood there in the middle of the road in the deepest, darkest part of those woods and just embraced each other for the longest time, staring into each other's eyes as if the entire world consisted of just the two of them and this one patch of earth.

When the girl's kissed next, it was a longer and more confident one from the both of them. It took only the slightest bit of encouragement from Lisa to get Amy to open her mouth and let their tongues come into play and, as the kiss deepened and grew more and more intense, the two women pulled their bodies together so firmly that they were almost crushing each other. This first real kiss left them both breathless and tingling in it's aftermath and hungry for even more just like it. Kiss after kiss followed, the effects of each stronger and more profound than the last until the girls seemed to almost be propping each other up on weak and wobbly legs.

"Oh, my God, yes." The needy whimper had escaped Lisa's lips even before she realized that she was speaking. Amy seemed to have been affected just as strongly and when she opened her mouth to say something was unable to find her voice.

She might not have been able to speak right then, but Amy knew that actions could speak louder than any words. Prying herself off the other girl, which was no easy task as they both strongly resisted the separation, Amy hastily pulled off her top and dropped it carelessly into the fog that still swirled around their feet.

Lisa was allowed all the time she liked to just stare in awestruck fascination at the other girl's firm, jutting breasts as they were revealed to her. They were not the giant sort of tits that made most of the boys drool, but they were the absolutely perfect size and shape to compliment Amy's frame and Lisa immediately judged them to be on a par with the most priceless works of art. She was amazed to see that the glow that had surrounded Amy ever since she first appeared did not die as her clothes came off but actually seemed to be growing stronger.

Almost instinctively, Lisa started to reach out for those exquisite breasts only to stop and draw her hands back again just as her fingertips were about to graze the other girl's tender flesh. Amy seemed a little surprised and upset when her new friend suddenly retreated at the last minute like that, but was consoled when she saw why she had done it.

Lisa hurried to remove her fuzzy pink sweater, then the thin blouse she had worn beneath it, and finally the bra she had been wearing beneath that. All these articles of clothing ended up in a pile in the road with Amy's shirt.

Whenever she had undressed like this for a man, she had never doubted for a moment that they would like what they saw, but Lisa actually did feel a little nervous about how Amy would react. She needn't have worried though as there was no way anybody could misinterpret the expression on the girl's face as she took her time about soaking in the vision of the topless Lisa.

Without another moment of delay, the two girls launched themselves at each other forcefully, throwing themselves into each other's arms and kissing each other firmly again.

There was an unbridled intensity to their desire for each other that Lisa could not possibly have anticipated for the simple reason that she had never felt anything like it before. As far as she was concerned, it was like their very souls were merging and she was finding the whole experience absolutely intoxicating.

The two girls then made their way over to the car, but since they held onto each other tightly the whole time it had to be made in an awkward shuffle. They did separate then however and Lisa leaned back heavily against the vehicle as Amy slowly and steadily kissed her way down her body towards her bosom.

Lisa couldn't help but cry out loudly as the other girl took one of her pert breasts firmly in each hand and started to suck and nibble at the fat nipples. Once again, Lisa's legs suddenly seemed to be unable to support her weight and she feared that she might slide down the side of the car and land with a very solid thump right on her ass, but somehow she managed to stay upright as Amy continued her onslaught.

Gasping and moaning excitedly as her breasts were very thoroughly worshiped, shivers of pure ecstasy racing violently up and down her spine, Lisa couldn't help but marvel at just how wonderful this felt. She found herself wondering if maybe she had been passing up the best sex in all the world by not going after any of those women who had caught her eye before. With both hands, she held tightly onto Amy's head and just let her do whatever she wanted for as long as she wanted, loving every moment of it.

It felt far too good to even think about asking her to stop, after all

When she finally released Lisa's breasts and started kissing her way back up her chest, pausing briefly to nibble on her collar bone before ending up at her neck, Amy let her hands slide slowly down the girl's ribs to her hips. Whimpering and moaning in delirious happiness as her new lover marked her territory with a hickey or two, Lisa just kept holding onto Amy and letting her do anything she wanted..

When Amy was finally satisfied with her work and drew back with a happy grin, she had to wait for a long moment as the other girl fought to catch her breath, to build her strength back up a little, and of course to regain her footing. The look Lisa gave her was almost one of awe that she had managed to make her feel like that seemingly with so little effort and Amy couldn't help but bask in it just a little.

Once the happy buzz she was feeling had receded enough to let her be aware of the real world around her once more, Lisa grabbed the other girl, kissed her soundly, and then reversed their positions so that it was Amy who was leaning back against the car and Lisa who was administering the workout.

Lisa was absolutely determined to give this girl back every last ounce of the pleasure that she herself had just been given and Amy certainly moaned and writhed as if she really were feeling every bit of it, but Lisa didn't doubt for a moment that her inexperience was showing and that she was not doing nearly so good a job as the other girl had.

In the end, Lisa did things in the reverse order to how Amy had in that she spent a good deal of time working on the girl's neck and shoulders, then made her way on down to the heaving breasts. Lisa threw in every little trick she could think of to make this as good as possible for Amy - things she liked to have her guys do to her and things she had always wished her guys would do to her - but she still couldn't quite make herself believe that she was doing it right.

All of this self-doubt was very unusual for so supremely confident a girl as Lisa Hatcher had always been. Guys had always been so easy for her to please that she had never had any questions about her skills in that regard, but sexually satisfying another girl was entirely unknown territory for her.

At that moment, blissfully lost in Amy's embrace, Lisa would have done anything to make sure she would be able to do this with her a whole lot more in the future.

Her fears and concerns were not entirely banished, but her self-confidence got a major shot in the arm when Amy suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs as she endured what must have been a major climax. Lisa backed off so that she could watch the girl come, thrilled that she had been able to give her so much pleasure even without either of them yet venturing to those far more intimate places below the waist.

When Amy had recovered enough to be able to meet the other girl's gaze steadily again, her eyes were dancing. "You don't have too worry," she murmured breathlessly, leaning in to steal a quick smooch. "You're the best I've ever been with."

Lisa was startled that the other girl was so aware of the fears she'd had about her performance. "How did you know I was . . ."

"It was written all over your face," Amy interrupted perhaps a little too quickly, putting a quick end to any further discussion by kissing the other girl again and changing the subject.

It was at Amy's direction that the two girls finally removed their skirts and panties and then sat down right there in the street facing each other. It was true that this little road did not see much traffic in any case, but neither of them gave any thought to the possibility that a car might come by, not see them in time, and run them over as they continued making love and were utterly oblivious to their surroundings.

The fog that was still clinging so tenaciously to the ground was damp and just a little cold as it swirled around the young couple, the asphalt surface of the road was rough and scratched their legs and butts, but any discomfort they may have felt was soon forgotten as they eagerly scissored their legs together. Lisa smiled at the other girl as they scooted closer to each other, no longer questioning the source of the odd glow that enveloped her but enjoying the way it seemed to shimmer and flow around Amy, accentuating her beauty.

Staring deeply and lovingly into each other's eyes, the girls pushed their steaming and swampy twats firmly together. This joining of their most intimate parts sent a jolt through them both that was even more severe and overpowering than anything they had done to each other before and left them both gasping and moaning and wanting more.

With that, Amy and Lisa were lost in a wild delirium of absolute ecstasy as their pussys were ground hard one against the other, their bodies undulating and writhing sensuously, and their hands freely wandering. Had a car come down the road at that point, it was highly doubtful that either of them would have noticed even if it actually ran them over! They were soon bathed in sweat and their muscles started to ache as they continued to work against each other in such an awkward position on such an unyielding and uncomfortable surface, but neither girl ever thought about pausing for a breather much less actually stopping.

The heat and pressure built up fast within their two rubbing and grinding cunts and some small part of Lisa's very distracted mind started to wonder if their flesh was going to melt together and leave them joined forever. Somehow, the idea of spending the rest of her life connected to Amy like that did not seem so terrible, either.

It was Amy who started to come first with a piercing, almost banshee-like scream that must have been heard for miles around. This only provoked Lisa into trying to outdo her and she too endured the kind of huge orgasm tellers of erotic tales are always writing about. A few extra bumps from Amy turned it into a lengthy and mind-blowing multiple orgasm that left Lisa weak and gasping for breath as she flopped over onto her back and let her eyes close for just a moment.

"That was absolutely incredible," Lisa breathed in a voice made rough from all that moaning and screaming. "I never knew it could be like that." She opened her eyes then and got the shock of her life.

No longer was she lying in the middle of the road with her naked body intertwined with that of another girl. Instead, she was fully dressed and once again sitting behind the wheel of the car. The vehicle was still parked on the side of the road with it's hood raised, but the engine was now running smoothly and steadily just like it had been before she ever entered these woods.

Alarmed and disoriented by this sudden change, Lisa jerked around quickly looking for Amy but saw nothing but the dark and gloomy woods surrounding the car. The other girl seemed to have vanished as if she had never existed, taking all traces of that weird fog with her, but the happy throbbing between her legs was enough to reassure Lisa that she had not just imagined meeting that mysterious girl and having the best sex of her entire life.

Had she blacked out or something without even noticing? Could Amy have picked her up from the ground, dressed her, and put her back into the driver's seat? Had she then finished fixing the engine while Lisa dozed behind the wheel, only to then leave for some reason? It was all possible, Lisa supposed, but she just didn't buy it.

Climbing out of the car, she faced the woods in the direction Amy seemed to have said she had come from, cupped her hands around her mouth, and called out to her desperately. She wanted to see the other girl again, wanted to beg to see her again, but there was absolutely no response, which worried Lisa just a bit.

With Amy gone, the forest once more seemed the cold, lonely, frightening place that she had been hoping to get out of as soon as possible.

Amy might have been standing just a few feet away among the trees and Lisa would never have been able to see her for all of the deep and cloaking shadows. She couldn't imagine why the girl would have so abruptly taken off like that but didn't dare venture into the woods to find her for fear of getting lost. Besides, she was also very late in getting back home and this wild interlude on a secluded road had only made her that much later. She glanced down at the glowing face of her wrist watch to see how late she was now and was amazed to see that she seemed to have been there only a minute or two.

With things getting weirder and weirder by the moment, Lisa turned back to the car and stopped dead in her tracks. Right there on the vehicle's roof, right where Amy had so casually put it, was the girl's leather jacket. Dashing across to it, she gathered it up in her arms happily, wondering if it had been left on purpose so that Amy would have an innocent excuse to get in touch with her again.

Amy's scent still lingered on the jacket and it was intoxicating to her. Unable to resist, Lisa slipped on the jacket and hugged herself tightly as she savored the way the wonderfully soft leather wrapped around her. A quick search of the pockets showed them to be disappointingly empty - she had been hoping to find some evidence that would tell her where to find the other girl.

She and Amy didn't even know each other's last names and she couldn't remember seeing her at school or at any of the local hot spots before, but then again Lisa had never made a point of keeping an eye out for hot women before and so she supposed it was very possible that she had simply missed her. You could bet she was going to be keeping a very sharp eye out for Amy from now on though and she was even going to ask all of her friends if any of them knew her. There was no way she was going to let what had happened on this little road be a once in a lifetime occurrence.

She slammed the hood of the car shut once more and then turned to take one more long look at the woods, hoping and praying that she would see Amy come walking back to her. Disappointingly and perhaps a little disturbingly, it did not happen and she finally had to give up, climb back into her car and drive off.

It didn't take her any time at all to reach the far side of the woods from where she had been stopped and Lisa was a little startled to realize that she had been so close to the end of the forest. She had assumed that it would be quite a long hike to get help when the car first died out there in the woods, but it was obvious that it wouldn't have taken her anywhere near as long as she had feared.

When she remembered that she hadn't seen any tools on Amy and that she had seen everything there was to see about that girl so she would certainly have known if she had any, Lisa began to worry that she had only been able to hastily jury-rig some solution to whatever had been the problem. Rather than risk having the car die on her again, she pulled into the parking lot of a small roadside diner so that she could call home and get her father to come out with his tool box to have a look at the car and make sure everything was all right.

She was pleased to find that her cell phone was working again and so she telephoned home to let her Dad know that the car was acting up and that she needed him to come out and have a look at it, carefully omitting any mention of Amy or what had happened in those woods. Once he'd promised to meet her at the diner, she decided to go inside and get something warm to drink while she waited for him.

Pulling Amy's leather jacket a little tighter around herself against the deepening chill of this fall evening, she got back out of the car and walked inside.

As she walked into the diner, blinking her eyes at the sudden glare of light after being outside in the darkness for so long, Lisa was a little dismayed to see that there was a withered old man down at the end of the counter who seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her. She sighed wearily to herself.

It was not especially unusual for Lisa to attract the attention of men of all ages, but the last thing she wanted to do right after experiencing the most wonderful event of her entire life was to have to endure the unwanted advances of some drooling, senile old pervert looking to get into some cute young girl's tight little pussy.

Determined to avoid meeting the old man's eyes for fear of encouraging hm to come over and start hitting on her, she made her way to the far end of the counter to sit down and order her drink. The diner may not have been packed with people tonight, she noted with a sense of relief, but there were enough about to reassure her that the old man probably wouldn't do anything stupid like try to force himself on her. Even so, Lisa decided to stay inside the well-lit diner and among other people until her father got there.

Feeling a bit more confident now that she had gotten all that figured out, Lisa was able to relax on her stool and sip her drink. She was too wound up after what happened to her out there in the woods to think about anything else for too long and soon enough Lisa's thoughts had drifted back to Amy.

She got so lost in thought in fact that she didn't even notice when that creepy old man got to his feet and made his way over to her slowly, leaning on a cane and fishing for something inside his coat with one hand. It was not until he was standing at her elbow that Lisa suddenly realized with a start that she was not alone anymore. She jerked around in alarm, kicking herself for allowing herself to become so lost in thought that the old man was able to get so close, Lisa gave him a wild, wide-eyed look. Slowly, she realized that he was holding something up for her to see and she focused on the small wallet-sized photograph he had brought out of his pocket.

Lisa gasped in shock at what she saw. It may have been small and in black and white, but it was without question a picture of Amy!

The old man chuckled when he saw she reacted to the photograph, taking the stool next to her without waiting for an invitation. "Yes, it's been a long time since I saw it, but I thought I recognized that jacket."

Without even realizing that she was doing it, Lisa clutched the leather jacket with both hands as if she were afraid that it might be taken away from her by this strange man who seemed to know her new lover. The old man was still making her nervous, but she could hardly ignore a chance to find out more about the girl who had rocked her world so thoroughly just now. "Oh, you know her?"

She was interrupted by cackling laughter from the man. "Do I know Amy Gibbs? Well of course I did, my dear." He placed the picture on the counter in front of her and noted with a smile how her eyes followed it and then stayed focused on the smiling face in the photo. "I knew her very well. She was my sister, after all. My name is Cal, by the way. Cal Gibbs."

Lisa couldn't help but wonder why this geezer was using the past tense to talk about Amy. Wasn't she still a part of his family? If not, did that mean they had disowned her or something? She was having a hard enough time wrapping her head around all of this when things got even more confusing for her.

Was she imagining things or had this ancient fossil just said that a teenaged girl like Amy was his sister? She didn't want to even think about how old Amy's mother must be if this guy was telling the truth. She wrenched her eyes away from the lovely face in the photo to give the man a doubtful look.

The man didn't need to be told what was going through her mind and so he just smiled and told her, "Young lady, Amy has been dead since 1958. She was driving home down that narrow road through the woods and apparently she was going way too fast. The terrible irony is that she must have successfully negotiated all of those hairpin turns only to lose control on one of the easiest and most gentle curves out there. In any case, her car slid off the road sideways and hit a tree right where she was sitting. Thankfully, she must have died instantly - I'm not sure if I could have handled the thought of her trapped in the twisted wreckage of her car and slowly bleeding to death all alone in the night.

"Anyway, starting the very next year, people started glimpsing something strange out there in the forest that always seemed to appear around the anniversary of Amy's death. I didn't think much of the idea that my sister's spirit might be roaming around out there somewhere and I seem to recall punching out the first guy I heard suggest that possibility, but I finally had to accept that it was the only explanation for what people were seeing. It's a little disturbing to know Amy is out there haunting the woods instead of up in heaven, but I just don't know what, if anything, I can do to help her.

"Most people who claim to have seen her say that she was just a glowing figure standing in some kind of weird fog on the side of the road near where she was killed. She's just something strange that they glimpse while driving down that old road. A couple of people who were out camping in those woods once claimed to have spoken to her, but as far as I know that's the only time anyone has ever interacted with her in any way. When I was younger, I would go out there to see if I could find her but she never put in an appearance. I wonder sometimes if she's still holding a bit of a grudge from the time we both fell for the same girl. Did I mention that Amy was a lesbian?

"Somehow, the people who do see her always seem to end up here. I guess after seeing something as strange as a ghost, they want to go somewhere normal and be surrounded by people and this diner is the very first place like that you come across after leaving the woods. I come here every year to wait and see who Amy showed herself to next and to try to get them to tell me their story.

"This year, I guess that would be you!"

Lisa just sat there and stared incredulously at the man as the told his tale.

She wasn't buying this for a moment. How could Amy possibly be dead? Assuming for the sake of argument that she believed for even a moment in ghosts, nothing that could walk through walls could be solid and she could clearly remember how firm and intact the girl's body had felt as she ran her hands over every inch of it. She also remembered the heat Amy's body had generated as they had sex and couldn't quite reconcile that with a cold corpse.

She couldn't imagine why this weirdo might want to play such a sick practical joke on her, but she could feel her anger rising and her hands clenching into fists. She was just about to rise from her stool and teach this guy a lesson he would never forget when something suddenly popped into her mind.

She could remember asking Amy where she had come from and that the girl had just seemed to point behind her vaguely and say she had come from "back there." Could Amy have actually been pointing out the spot where she had lost her life, where her spirit had been brutally torn from her body in a senseless automobile accident?

Lisa didn't want to believe that this old man could possibly be telling the truth, but something deep inside her was trying to tell her that maybe he was. She thought back to when Amy had looked under the hood of her car and said that the engine was a lot more complicated than the ones she was familiar with. Could the engine's Amy was familiar with have been built way back in the fifties?

The old man had mentioned that most people saw a strange fog when Amy appeared and that she seemed to be glowing and Lisa could certainly remember seeing both of those things happen tonight. There was also the little matter of how she had been naked and lying in the middle of the road and a mere eye blink later was fully dressed and sitting behind the wheel of her car, not to mention how that entire interlude between the two girls had apparently only taken a few seconds from beginning to end!

No, she told herself firmly. She was not going to believe that anything that this man was saying might possibly be true.

Lisa looked up and into deep and still vibrantly blue eyes that were so much like Amy's, eyes that held nothing but compassion and sincerity, and she somehow knew in that shattering instant that everything he was saying was absolutely true. The girl she had just had such fantastic sex with out in the heart of the woods had been the ghost of a girl who died about half a century ago. All the fight left Lisa in a rush and she sagged weakly against the counter.

Cal just sat there and waited for a few long moments as he watched this pretty young girl tried to cope with everything she had just learned. He couldn't be absolutely sure what had happened between this young lady and his sister's shade, but he could make a couple of educated guesses.

Amy had always been a bit of a tomboy, just as interested in cars and sports as any of the boys around her. To the great regret of all of those boys who so desperately wanted to date her anyway, she also shared the young men's interest in girls! In fact, Amy had always had a thing for blondes and here was a blonde teenaged girl wearing the old leather jacket Amy had been buried with.

Knowing all of that, it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess that Amy had somehow managed to stop this girl's car and have her wicked way with her. Considering that the most contact anyone else had ever had with her before was to share a few words, he was dying to hear whatever this young lady was prepared to tell him about what had happened between her and Amy tonight.

In a small, frail voice, Lisa looked deeply into the man's eyes and begged, "Would you please tell me all about Amy?"​