Disclaimer: For goodness sake, if you're not 18 or otherwise not mature enough to view material of an "adult" nature, stop reading. I won't be responsible for warping your fragile mind. Otherwise, please go on, and I'll be more than happy to warp your fragile mind...
Ever wonder why some things happen? There's the possibility that it's because I said so...
The beginning of now, the best time of my life, ironically started from a series of very bad moments. My car was showing its age and breaking down more frequently. Work was getting more hectic because of tax time. Every class in school seemed to be wanting vast reading or papers done. And to top it all off, my high school sweetheart didn't even have the courtesy to tell me we were over.
I found out the hard way only because I decided to start off early so that I could talk to some of my professors before class, and had momentary luck getting my car started. I was walking to the faculty offices when I spotted Billy sitting on a planter box. He was making out with a robust, blonde girl, apparently from the culinary department for her crisp white uniform.
"What the fuck!?" I yelled, and they stopped. He started at the sight of me, but kept a poker face.
"What? Do I know you?" he asked perturbedly.
So, that's how it's going to be? I thought...
I bristled and smacked him, screaming: "Billy, you gave me herpes, asshole!" knowing damn well that we hadn't even seen each other naked yet.
He turned red and pushed me away, snapping: "I don't even know you, you psycho bitch! Get the fuck out of here!"
I turned my attention to the now-confused girl he was with, but unable to be upset at her. She only knew what he told her, after all, and what made me, plain Sarah Roth, think that getting mad over trivial Billy Paulson would do? Without another word, I stormed off and the bad day continued...
None of my professors were able to extend any deadlines. My workload was increasing at the accounting office, so I'd already asked my manager if I could take a day or two off, to catch up on my schoolwork, but he wasn't being flexible either. I was counting on my teachers to come through...
So, I sat through my classes in a daze, basically absorbing the lectures through osmosis. My new, white, spiral notebook sat untouched under my books. The hands of the clock crawled along, and I was finally able to shuffle back to my car and the trip home.
On my way to the parking lot, I encountered Billy on his way out. I opened my mouth, about to speak, but he kept his eyes fixed forward and passed me by. My heart sank and I broke into a run for my car, tears streaming down my face. Careening around the bumper, I stumbled on the fender and fell face first on the asphalt. My books clattered to the ground.
For a long moment, I just laid there and wept, reveling in the pain in my stinging hands. Anything to get my mind off what hurt inside. When I finally took a look, a pointed piece of gravel had bitten into the heel of my left palm, which was now thick with blood.
"Damn it!" I sobbed, landing that hand on the notebook in front of me and pushing myself up to my knees to survey the damage.
My glasses had fallen off, my stockings had bad runs in them now, and I was bleeding, but otherwise I was all in one piece. With my right hand, I set about gathering my things...
"Hey, are you okay?"
I looked up to find an older, bearded man scooping up some of my books and papers to hand them to me.
"I - I'm fine," I stammered, snatching the items back.
He took hold of my elbow to help me up.
"Here, let me! -- "
"I said I'm fine!" I snapped, then bit my lip. I shouldn't have said that, but he just happened to catch me at the exact wrong moment.
"Okay," he said, moving along towards campus. "Just remember that things will get better."
"Or worse," I muttered.
"That depends on what you do about it," he replied, and was gone.
I groaned and tried to rise. My left hand peeled away painfully from the notebook, leaving a sticky, red palm print. I grimaced at it, but was surprised to find very little blood on my hand. The only wound was a small, weepy crease on what would be my....I don't believe in palmistry, mind you, but I think it would be my Life Line.
I dumped my things into my car, careful to place the notebook on top, however. It was bad enough I was out the stockings and bled on the notebook. At least my glasses were okay...
I slipped them on and both lenses fell out. A screw seemed to have worked loose in my crash. How bad could things possibly get?
As it turns out, quite bad. I almost couldn't start my car, and once I got back to my apartment, it wouldn't stop. I banged my head on the steering wheel, wondering if I could stab the engine to death with the keys.
Once indoors, I stumbled to the bathroom to dispose of my ruined stockings and attend my cut with a dab of Listerine. Standing in front of the sink, gritting my teeth against the stinging pain, I frowned at my reflection in the mirror.
When I first met Billy, I wondered at the time what he saw in me. I was plain-looking, with mousy hair of indeterminate color, and no real body shape to speak of. I was good with numbers, and could write well, which made me think that Billy used me to get through high school and into college. I guess I was right...
These thoughts had tears flowing once again, and I stomped into my room and flopped into bed. Surprisingly, sleep came easily, which I thought unusual for my emotional state and that it was only the afternoon.
I awoke in darkness and confusion. The digital clock across the room read 2:03, and I realized that I'd yet to do my homework, which was going to be due in six hours. Frantic, I plucked up my books.
On top of the stack was the ex-white notebook. The hand print had dried into a brownish russet on the cardboard, so except for that gory memento, I figured the paper inside would be fine. This wasn't so, however. The blood hadn't leaked through, but there was already some writing on the first page. That's what I get for not checking when I bought it, I scolded myself.
But it was my handwriting. Odd, I didn't remember even opening it...
"From my worst moments and my worst emotions," I'd written, "I seal this tome in my blood. My best moments and my best emotions start from here because everything I write is true."
Very strange, but it sure sounded like me because I'd sometimes jot affirmations while taking notes, like passing tests or doing well on reports. It worked then, and since I had under a quarter of a day to produce an essay on post-Civil War Restoration and another on the economics of crisis events, there was no reason to stop a tradition.
"I wrote exceptional papers for my history and economics classes today," I scribbled in the notebook, then switched on my computer.
And as I set about launching Microsoft Word to begin the task of pounding out these assignments, I found files already existed for them. They were great pieces, in fact, and something I'd have turned out if I'd really taken the time. I was so stunned, I nearly forgot to print them. But I did, and I looked over my shoulder at the bloody notebook...
I grabbed it, dashed to the bathroom, and disrobed. I winced at my flabby body, my shapeless boobs with their wrinkly areolae and tiny nipples, my coarse tangle of pubic hair, and my bony hips.
"All of this will change," I vowed, uncapping my pen and writing away.
I was writing long after the printer stopped spitting out pages, but when I finally finished and looked at the mirror again, I screamed for I was absolutely everything I had written.
I stood five feet, nine inches tall. My body was slender and tan and toned. Checking with a tape measure, I was, in fact, 40 - 20 - 40. My breasts were full, round, perky, and topped with large, pink nipples and concentric areolae. My hips flared beautifully from my narrow waist, framing my cheerleader's bubble butt and flowing down to my long, lean legs. My bright blue eyes, mane of shining blonde, and full lips were the final touches to my very Nordic appearance.
I gasped and spun about, trying to see myself from every angle, to reassure myself that this wasn't all a dream or illusion. I kicked up a perfect leg on the sink and looked between my thighs. My writing even reached there, making itself true once again in a pouty, pink pussy. I'd forgotten about the pubic hair, however...
With another quick sentence, even that was soon amended. As I returned my attention from the page, my pubic region was neatly shaved except for a diamond-shaped patch of blonde velvet perched upon my veneris mons. I even wrote that it, my legs, and my armpits would remain hairless. That alone was worth the price of admission...
Now for some revenge...
As I drove into the parking lot in my newly-minted, Mercedes Kompressor, I was greeted by a familiar face.
"I'm glad you warned me about Billy," the blonde girl from the day before said. I was brilliant enough to make my new appearance retroactive...
"Oh?" I had to wonder. "How's that?"
"I demanded he get checked at the campus clinic because of what you said, and the doctors didn't even bother with a blood test."
"Why not?"
"Just on a visual, they said he had the most raging case of herpes. And to think I nearly slept with him..."
"Yeah, me too," I laughed, touching the wire spiral of the notebook. "And was only guessing yesterday!"
We parted and I proceeded to my first class of the day: economics.
I was self-conscious about my former looks, but now people were actually looking at me, even in baggy sweats, which were the only clothes I had that fit, including underwear; my torso was broader, chest larger, hips wider, and thighs thicker. My body had me so enthralled the night before that I set about exploring it for hours, forgetting about a wardrobe. I'd have to take a little time to think about things to wear, and if I was a leather or silk sort of girl....
I must have been bright red from all the attention because I mumbled all my replies to the fawning greetings, and bashfully seated myself near the front like I always did, keeping very quiet. The only other person that sat near the front was a girl named Jennifer Kim, two rows up and a seat to the left.
Even before Billy seemed to drift away, I would gaze at Jennifer enviously, wishing for her slender Asian body, porcelain skin, and delicately beautiful features. Now that things were different -- different body and different availability -- I wondered if there were a chance...
"I can read minds," I wrote in my notebook, and a flood of stray thoughts washed over me from all over the room -- one of which alerted me that my sweatshirt had rode up and that my ass crack was peeking out -- and even from nearby rooms. Concentrating, I focused my attention forward.
Jennifer Kim's mind was a blurry scene of tornadoes, hurricanes, and blizzards, followed by charts and numbers. She was still thinking about the paper she'd finished this morning, but then a spark appeared, followed by a twinge of pain in her side. An image of an ogre resulted...
His name was Chad, and after peeling back at the disfiguring fear and resentment, he was actually a handsome chap. Chiseled features and a body like a titan, but very mean and controlling. A scene of his clenched fist landing on her ribs was only the beginning of a series of episodes that included more blows, cheating, belittling, and domineering...
"I am clairvoyant," I wrote next, and my mind traveled to where Jennifer thought Chad would be.
According to her, all Chad did was work out, move furniture, or want sex. No luck at the gym, and he wasn't at the mover's office. Peeking through various charts and papers, he was supposed to be moving a family into their new home across town...
And there he was, just done rolling a freezer to the lift gate of the moving truck. My mind raced back to the economics classroom and my notebook.
I had to act fast, so I scribbled down: "Chad had a bad accident with a freezer."
Without even checking to see, I next wrote: "Jennifer Kim loves me, and I love her."
As soon as my pen left the period that completed that sentence, I was aware of eyes upon me. I looked up to find Jennifer's lacquer black hair whipping back around and a pinkish flush creeping up her face. After a long moment, she slowly looked back over her right shoulder, and smiled.
"Hi," she breathed nervously, then returned to her book.
"Sarah's so gorgeous," I could hear her thinking. "She couldn't possibly want anything to do with me. Probably already has dozens of boyfriends, too. Or girlfriends...but that's ridiculous. She just has to be straighter than frozen rope. And what would Chad say? Oh, I couldn't care. But I'm straight, too. Aren't I? She knows I'm looking. Stop thinking about this, Jenny..."
I shut down my ability to read minds and turned my attention to the arriving professor and her lecture, occasionally smiling to myself as Jennifer fidgeted nervously the whole time, surreptitiously trying to catch a peek at me.
The class wound down with no other incidents, but as everyone was packing to leave, I dashed forward.
"Uh...Jennifer?" I greeted, placing a hand on her shoulder. She started at my touch, shuddering.
"Y-yes?" she sputtered, but thought: "Oh, she's an angel..."
"I'm Sarah Roth," I said. "I sit just over here..."
"Yes, I know," she said, turning pink all the way out to her ears, but was chiding herself: "Really brilliant, Jen..." If she hadn't been so uncomfortable, it would have been very fetching.
"I'm not quite getting this," I lied, shaking my economics textbook, "and I was wondering if you'd be able to help me out. Over some coffee, maybe?"
"Uh, y-yeah," she stammered. "Sure. Yeah, that would be great. I'd love to...I mean, sure. When?"
But she was thinking: "Get a grip! Don't sound too eager..."
"Now, if you have the time."
"Now is good," she lied, thinking: "Whew! Anything to get out of that stupid art appreciation class. I wonder how she'd feel about me as a girlfriend..."
"All right!" I cheered in response to both her spoken and unspoken responses. "Let's go!"
After purchasing coffee and arriving at a table in the union, the first thing she did was plunk down a cell phone.
"Expecting a call?" I asked.
She nodded and nudged it around, saying: "Yeah, my boyfriend likes to check up on me."
"Dump him," I grunted, taking a sip.
"I couldn't do that," she said, leaving the phone alone.
"Well, that's no way to live," I opined. "Just get up and go."
Her large, brown eyes welled with tears, and even without trying, I could sense that ache in her side keeping her tied to Chad.
"I don't have a car," she reasoned. "Our place is within walking distance of the bus, and it's tough enough making ends meet between the two of us as it is. What would I do?"
"Move in with me," I offered. "It's not a huge apartment, but it's comfortable. I could use a roommate, and I have a car. Nice one, too..."
"That would be perfect," she sniffled, gazing into her swirling coffee. "But..."
"Yes?"
"Chad," she hissed. "I don't know what to do about him."
The phone chimed, and we almost missed it amid the music and conversations going on all around us. Jenny reached out and activated it.
"Hello?" she replied, and my heart clanged in my chest. It couldn't possibly be...
"Yes, this is she. What? WHAT!?" Her eyes locked on mine for a moment, then closed with a shudder. "Okay, I understand. Thank you. Goodbye." She snapped the phone shut and put her face in her hands. Something was radically wrong, and I dared not intrude any further...
"I'm sorry to bother you," I sighed, rising from the table. "I didn't really ask you here to discuss class work. It's presumptuous of me to think that you're..."
"Don't go!" Jenny cried out, clasping me by the wrist, so I sat.
"What is it?"
"That call was from where my boyfriend worked," she said. "He was killed in an accident." Tears began to slide down her face. I must have misinterpreted her feelings. All of them...
"I'm sorry," I repeated.
"No, don't be," she said right away. "This is exactly what I wanted to hear. Maybe you haven't noticed, but..." She placed a hand over mine. "I can't take my eyes off you, Sarah."
My heart quickened, pounding loudly in my ears now.
"I love you, Jenny," I gasped, and I think she nearly missed it over the din.
She blinked up at me, her breath catching in her throat. For a very long moment, she sat across from me, frozen. Maybe it just wasn't working...
"I love you, too, Sarah," she breathed back, tightening her fingers on mine.
"Then come with me," I directed, clasping her hand. "We'll go to your place and get you moved out."
We nearly raced back to my Benz. All the way to her place, Jenny fawned over the plush leather seats and wood trim, reclining seductively as she watched me drive. Only deep concentration kept me on track, but at every stoplight, I'd turn to look back upon her and tickle her knee or brush her arm. Usually, I'd fret at every light for fear of stalling my old jalopy. Bless those German engineers for building reliable machines...
As she keyed her door open, we practically pounced on each other, locking our mouths together to kiss wildly. A trail of clothes were left behind as we made our way to her bed.
"Sarah," Jenny panted, her eyes agog at the sight of my huge tits bobbing free before her. "I've never been with another woman before."
"Neither have I," I whispered back, positioning a nipple at her lips. Very tentatively, she reached out and cupped the breast in both of her small hands, then drew the nipple into her maw and began to nurse. Gently, at first, but building to firm suction. I gasped at the sensation, cradling her head to my bosom.
After what seemed like only an instant -- yet it had been several minutes -- she released me with a soft pop and I prompted her to my other nipple. It took no urging, and she suckled greedily, rubbing my other, moistened nipple with her thumb. I couldn't take much more...
I gently tugged her by the ears to face me and we kissed so passionately that we separated shaking and breathless.
"Not bad for a first time," I sighed, running my fingers through her long, smooth, fragrant hair.
"Y-yeah," she stammered, and gazed up into my eyes lovingly, asking: "Then how shall we do this?"
I thought for a moment, then rolled over onto my back. She sat up, looking to me expectantly. Finally, I reached down and plucked at her knees, trying to turn her end for end.
"I think I'd like to start like this," I suggested, maneuvering to seat her on my mouth. She giggled, then moaned loudly as my tongue reached out for her. I was rewarded with a sweet surge of her juices, and she lowered her head between my thighs.
We made love for the better part of the day, climaxing countless times before drifting to sleep in each other's arms.
It never ceased to startle me to awaken to darkness when I'd fallen asleep while it was still light. This time was no exception, especially since I wasn't in my own bed, and even more that I found myself alone. I flailed around for Jenny, then threw the covers from over my head.
She was still in the bedroom, but sitting up by a window, her nude, lithe form outlined in orange streetlight. I padded over to her with a blanket, and was about to wrap us both up when I saw that she had my notebook in her lap.
"You killed Chad?" she whispered, waving the book between us, the hand print black in the gloom. My heart turned to ice, and my breath sucked in with a dreadful hiss.
"I'm sorry," I blurted out yet again, tears streaming down my face, but she clapped a hand to my cheek and shushed me.
"Don't worry," she soothed, kissing me softly.
"But I -- "
"Maybe it's bad for me to say so," she continued, "but I wish I could have tortured him like Billy. Was he your boyfriend?" I nodded. "It doesn't matter. What's done is done. You solved Chad, permanently."
"You're not mad at me?" I wondered aloud, mopping at my moistened cheeks.
She shook her head and lifted the book again, saying: "I can't be, remember? I love you."
I let out a whimpering sob of relief and flung my arms about her.
"Thank you, Jenny," I sniffled. "I love you so much."
"Could you do something for me, with this?" she asked, stroking the spiral spine of the notebook on my back. It tickled sublimely, and all I could think of to do was curl my tongue around her earlobe.
"Tell me," I breathed in her ear.
"Make me like you," she demanded. I held her at arms length and shook my head.
"Why?" I asked. "You're beautiful, very Asian. A pretty little doll."
Her eyes fell, and she muttered: "That's what Chad called me, his little China doll. I'm not even Chinese, I'm Korean."
"I'm sorry," I said again. "I didn't mean..."
"He started off saying that's why he liked me so much, but in time he said it's what made me so easy to keep down. I was fragile, frail. Delicate."
"Jenny," I sighed, holding her close again, "if I wanted another me, I'd have written it that way. I picked you, not necessarily to save you from Chad, although that's a side benefit, but because you're so very beautiful."
"But I want to forget about Chad completely," she protested. "I have to start with what he saw first, my looks."
"Well, I can change that," I offered. "I just don't see any reason to make you my twin."
"At the very least, I'd like to be able to please you like you please me," she argued, trying to close her little hands around my boobs.
I gasped, then kissed her nose before taking back the notebook, murmuring: "You already please me plenty. Still, I'm sure we can come to a compromise..."
It took considerably longer to recreate Jenny than it did me. I knew exactly what I wanted writing up myself. For Jenny, it took some discussion and negotiation. She wanted to be me, yet I wanted her to stay her. By the time I was done, I'd filled up several pages and we were both pleased with the effort.
Jenny also stood five feet, nine inches tall, and her body was a replica of mine -- a fit, but voluptuous, hourglass shape -- except with a golden Asian tan, mocha-colored nipples, and no pubic hair at all. A complete shave looked alien to me, but I had to admit that the sight of her flower unobscured was tantalizing.
In a further departure from her former self, she wanted a few uncommon modifications. Well, uncommon as far as Asians go, anyway. She insisted on stylish russet/ocher hair that was all the rage among her friends, but which she was unable to take on well herself. "Tea-color," I think she called it, and it really suited her. She also turned her eyes bright green, which I thought looked unnatural, but was a lifelong dream for her.
"Well?" she asked as I set down the notebook and my pen, twirling around for me.
"You're gorgeous," I sighed and crushed her to me. Our titanic breasts jostled for position in our embrace, and our thick, strong thighs intertwined as we sank to the bed.
"It's because you made me so," she whispered, kissing my throat.
"Anything else?" I wondered, and she sat back, thinking.
"You know," she said after a moment, drumming her fingers on my calves, "I had my own personal fantasy for getting rid of Chad, but maybe we can use it for fun."
"Ooh," I squeaked, taking the notebook back up again. "Tell me your fantasy..."
The moon was full and I was fast asleep in my own bed when the knock at the window came. I looked out past the boxes Jenny and I had moved from her old place, and a shadowy figure came drifting towards me, melting through the glass and into my bedroom.
"What are you?" I gasped in mock surprise.
"I'm Batman!" it declared, unfurling segmented, leathery wings behind it.
"Jenny, you're spoiling this," I hissed, and she laughed, then cleared her throat and drifted forward.
"I'm a succubus, young Sarah," she started over, and I could finally see our work up close.
Jenny was over six feet tall and muscular, her skin an eerie, translucent jade. The long, sharp talons at the end of her six arms matched the color of her shimmering lips: liquid red. Four huge breasts -- two pairs stacked atop each other, all big as watermelons --jangled on her chest, tipped in long, pointy nipples. Her hair and eyes were metallic silver, almost glowing in the moonlight. A pair of barbed tails swished behind her broad hips.
"Well, what are you going to do to me?" I asked.
"Drain you through rigorous sex," she answered, and wrestled me to the bed.
"Oh my!" I gasped, almost laughing, but she roughly straddled my stomach and grappled at me with all of her arms. One pair hooked my legs, spreading them wide. A second pinned my arms to the bed. The third roamed my sides, teasing my nipples with red claws before finally clenching around my breasts.
She glowered imperiously as she lowered her face near mine, silver eyes glittering. A forked tongue flickered over her lips, then started caressing each of her nipples in turn. I strained forward, so much wanting a tongue or nipple in my mouth...
"No!" she growled, rearing away and twisting my arms behind my back now.
"Please," I whimpered, sticking out my tongue desperately. But she only sneered and secured the grip of her arms and thighs upon me.
"Save your begging," she snorted. "You'll need it for later."
At that, the tips of her tails nudged into my vulva and anus, forcing their way inside. The barbed ends slipped in and expanded to exactly fill my voids, beginning to pulse in and out of me. I cried out, struggling to manipulate my own body to facilitate the pleasure. Not that Jenny wasn't doing a good job, but I wanted to help out...
She bowed her head and used her tongue on my nipples now. Its touch was too feathery and light, teasing, tickling.
"Suck them," I begged, wishing I could break free to pull her hair and drag her mouth into place.
"Don't tell me what to do!" she barked, stopping altogether. She lowered her torso and squished her tits around mine, then started to slowly grind. Her pointy nipples gently dug into my flesh, feeling like softer versions of her claws.
We were face to face now, and I was yelping and wailing in time to the caress of her breasts and fucking of her tails. Her breathing was even and measured, rolling like steam around my cheeks and throat, making her seem even more of a machine.
"Yes," I moaned. "Do it harder, faster!"
This time, she obliged, pumping her twin tails just as I asked, and even pressed her mouth on mine, forcing her split tongue within. I wept at the concession and drew my lips together in an effort to suck. She immediately withdrew her tongue and stopped everything.
"You're liking this too m!uch," she pointed out, moving only her hips now, and all I could feel was her gooey vulva sliding around on my belly. A small, hard nub that must have been her clit wiggled around in my navel with her rolling pelvis. Hey, how come she's the only one having fun!?
"Yes, I love it," I sobbed. "Please, keep fucking me."
"No."
"Please -- "
"No!"
This teasing went on several times. She would pound away at my pussy and ass with her tails, kiss me, and toy with my breasts, but once I seemed to be on my way to climaxing, she would stop cold. She was right, and I begged the whole time.
"Fuck me. Make me come," I whined for what must have been the hundredth time, sore and delirious from the twin penetration and taunting she was doing, as well as the struggling and resistance I attempted.
"You're much more formidable than I first thought," she breathed, and it was the first sign I'd seen of her weakening. "You'll surrender to me now."
With that, she summoned new strength, grasping me tighter and drilling me anew. I didn't think I could yell any louder than I had before, but the way her thickened tails were squirming their way into me evoked a refreshed energy.
"Yeah, that's it!" I bellowed, completely relaxed and receptive now. She still held me in place, but it was merely symbolic at this point. The spare strength she wasn't using to subdue me went into her tails instead, and I felt every additional drop of it increasing the speed and force of the thrusting. For all of the peaks that I'd been dragged up and left at, this one was brewing into a virtual volcano.
Jenny even had to break character when she noticed how much I was writhing to her ministrations. She finally clutched me with all of her arms and whispered in my ear: "Come for me, Sarah."
But I didn't, so I sobbed: "I...I-I can't..."
"N-no," she grunted, trying to stop pleasuring herself, but her hips broke stride, then her thighs clasped me tighter monetarily. A cry escaped her red lips and a warm flood broke across my belly.
"Yes!" I finally yelled, breaking free of her grasp and throwing her on her back. I sat on her tails, forcing them deeper inside me.
"Damn you!" she howled in mock fury, still pumping away, and only then did I come. And explosively, screaming my lungs out as an orgasm of nuclear proportions convulsed my entire body.
"Damn you!" she cried again, leaping away from me, straining for air.
"Thank you, Miss Succubus," I sighed, licking my fingers. I used my newfound freedom to gently rub my slightly sore, but very pleased pussy, my whole demeanor mellowing in post-orgasm afterglow.
"I couldn't outlast you," she wailed, closing her wings about her generous body like a cape, "but I shall return when the moon is once again full. I'll claim you yet, Sarah Roth!"
And she surged away, vanishing from sight through the window.
Not two seconds after the succubus had departed, the door keyed open and slammed shut.
"Honey, I'm home!" Jenny sang out, bouncing into my room wearing her navy Nike nylon warmups. Her gold skin appeared slightly flushed, just as if she'd had a good jog. At the sight of me disheveled and glistening in sweat and succubus juices, she knowingly asked: "What happened to you, love?"
"A succubus came and molested me!" I lamented, swooning into her arms. She patted my hair as my face nuzzled into her bosom.
"Darn, I missed it," she complained, stripping and snuggling into bed with me. "Was it good?"
I grinned up at her and said: "The best!"
And that's why whenever the term "monthly visitor" comes up in conversation, Jenny and I share a look and laugh.
Around campus, rumors are whispered, but we still only generally appear to be really good friends. The touchy-feely, giggly schoolgirl type. We both see guys, but only as a unit, and nothing more serious than dinner and a movie. Reason: we love each other and are bonded by my word.
Jenny came into a little insurance money because of Chad's death, but we banked it away because we don't need it. Our jobs are doing us well, but once we both graduate -- we want to achieve SOMETHING on our own! -- we're thinking of doing something interesting via notebook. Maybe something like "Fantasy Island" and try to spread some of my happiness to others....
Right now I'm just trying to think of something truly fantastic that I could be once a month, too, but Jenny hit the nail on the head so well that there's no topping it. Oh, well...I have until the next full moon. Whether or not the Succubus is met by me, or me as some fantastic form, it promises to be just as incredible.
Hey, it WILL be incredible, and I know I won't even have to say so.