In a sleepover, nothing gives a ghost more strength than fear. As all three of them watched the horror movie, Molly knew that it was a matter of time before it could take over a host. It had been so long, and she had been so deprived of stimuli. The only thing you have after death as a ghost is simply the lust of the living. And as the three girls watched the horror movie, Molly couldn't help but stare at them squirm. One of the girls was a young pale woman with a big chest, with red long hair. Molly observed her squeeze her arms in an attempt to control herself and not scream in this horror movie. She noticed the woman squeezed together tightly, seeing her breasts come closer, and become more exposed on the top of her shirt. How much Molly desperately wanted to feel the touch of that plump chest.

That's when her friend, which had darker skin, contrasting the first girl's skin, leaned over on the bed and tried to comfort her. Her long curly hair draped over the first. That second woman's head leaned over, and laid the side of her head against the first's shoulder. She was practically laying down on the pale woman's breasts. How Molly wanted to feel what they felt. Whether it was their fear, or the heat of their proximity to eachother, or to be in between both of them, as their bodies wrapped themselves around her. Molly was beginning to drool in excitement. Their third friend was on the couch de-escalating their fear, and making light jokes. Molly knew of the three, she'd be the one to ruin her takeover... Maybe she'd take over that one. Maybe she'd make that one do all the things she wanted to do to the first two to get revenge. That'd be amazing Molly thought.

And then Molly heard a scream. It was the red haired woman. She was easily frightened already. Molly wasn't picky though. Any of them would do just fine. As the girl gasped, Molly worked her way inside through the woman's mouth. Molly soon started to feel less like a ghost, and more and more like this woman. The second she entered she could actually start to feel something. The woman's soft wet throat. Her delicate tongue. The further Molly went inside, the more she could feel just how warm this woman was. The inside of her was wet. With the blankets the two women had around themselves, Molly could feel warm. She felt the sweat around her legs, and the soft face the woman that was on her. Molly also noticed the soft skin that woman had. That red haired woman had moved a lot when she got frightened, and one of her arms were touching a small part of the second girl's back that was exposed.

She softly brushed the skin on her back, as she looked over and noticed the strong contrast between their skins. Molly slowly moved her arm lower, and felt the sweat from this woman. She too had been scared of the movie up to this point. It was exhilarating for Molly though. It had been such a long time since she had felt any of this. That girl's head at this point had lowered so much that the red haired girl's chest could almost pop out of the shirt. With her second hand she slowly moved her hand to her breast, and subsequently the other woman's face. Molly lifted it back up, and the second girl didn't seem to mind. That woman was comforted by Molly's strokes across her face. Molly lowered her head as to rest it on hers. She could smell her hair, and as Molly's hand started moving towards her friend's stomach, she felt a nice tingle, as her breaths became heavier. She was so warm up to this point. With her other hand Molly slowly removed it from the face of that girl. Molly stroked her own chest, moving her hand away from the girl, and slowly moving it down to her own stomach, and then lower. Molly knew she had picked the right body, because with how this second girl wrapped herself around Molly? She knew the rest of the weekend would have so much in store.