It didn't make much sense to me, what the old Gypsy woman had said. I went to her because I heard she knew about weird things, magic and stuff so to speak. I thought that maybe she might be able to explain what this ring was or how it was even possible. You see a man came up to me a few nights ago, said his name was Gabe. He reached into his long black trench coat and pulled out a small gold box. He told me to take the box and guard it with my life. Of course I said to him that he was crazy and began to walk away. He grabbed my arm and began to ramble on about being a holder. A holder of a magic ring, that could give me the power to enter a story and play it out anyway that I wanted. Didn't make much sense but I figured that I would listen anyway. "What I mean by story," he said is, "you read a book then you can enter that book."
"Watch TV and you can become part of the show. "I know it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me." The ring has been around for a long time and there are some people who would use the kind of power it possesses for evil. There has always been a holder. Someone that the ring itself chooses to keep it safe and you're the one. "So why don't you keep it," I asked. "Because they already know that I have it. I can't hide the ring anymore, but you can." Please, just take it. Run, and keep it out of sight. Don't ever show anyone what it can do or they will be after you too. "I'll take it," I said. But only because I think you are crazy and I want you to go away." Gabe shoved the box into my hand and began to turn away. Then I thought that I better ask. Hey, who are they? With a look of fear in his eyes he said, "Anyone with an agenda to dominate. Some a lot worse then others. Be careful, and then he was gone.
So, as weird as that was, I went back to my dorm room, stuck the box in a drawer and began reading up for my mid term. A few hours went by and I started getting tired trying to figure out the whole chemistry thing. So I decided to take a TV break. I flipped through the channels for a while until I saw that Dark Angel was on. I'd been so into the books that I'd almost forgot. God Max is so hot I thought to myself. Her hard little body. I couldn't even begin to imagine how many times I thought about ravaging her sexy frame. Then almost as if someone had slapped me in the face I thought of the ring. Gabe had mentioned something about TV. Something about being able to be a part of the story. OK, this was basically a teenage fantasy floating but hey, the worst thing that could happen is that I would look really stupid in front of myself. I went to the drawer puled out the box.
It was solid gold, no markings of any kind. You'd think something so special would have some writing. I opened it and there was a small spark. Must have been my imagination I thought. The ring, was lodged in a smooth velvet slit, it too was made of gold with a small purple jewel in the center and several tiny markings. Maybe a language I thought. So I thought which finger should it gone on. Gabe didn't give me much information so the ring finger made as much sense as any. Then I though that I saw another spark. If I did it was to small to even consider. With the ring on my finger I looked up and saw Max on the screen wearing tight jeans and a little tank top. She was lying on Logan' couch with her voice over pondering something about Manticore. So with the ring on my finger I start to think about how in the hell something like this would work. My first thought is that it would all be in the head. With barely a thought I reach out to the TV and began to imagine being with Max. Suddenly everything went dark and I realize that my eyes were closed. With little hesitation I slowly open my eyelids and my focus was off at first but then there was a slight blur of brown and black. A figure rose and a voice spoke in front of me. "Who the hell are you"? It said. A soft, hard females voice. Still not sure what was happening, I managed to slur out my name, "I'm Sean."
"Well Sean, you'd better tell me where you came from or I'm going to began kicking your sorry ass," the voice said. Then I realized, almost as if I had forgotten. I looked down at the ring, which seem to instantly bring me back into focus and I began to remember who I was and how I got there. Just pass the ring I could see a pair of naked feet standing semi tip-e-toe on the hard wood floor. I slowly worked my way up until I was gazing eye to eye with Max. My jaw dropped and in the back of my mind all I could think is what a god Gabe must have been. "OK Sean, three seconds then you and your gaw-gaw eyes are going out that window," Max said, this time grabbing me by my collar.
"Wait," I screamed out. I'm here for you Max. "For me," What the fuck do you want with me," she said grabbing me by my throat and slamming me onto the kitchen counter. Well, that's just it Max, I want to fuck your brains out. I couldn't believe it, without even thinking I had said something that I would never say to any woman. She looked at me with the sexiest grin, and said, "finally, a hot boy that knows what he wants."
Heaven, that's where I thought that I had gone. I died and an angel gave me a ring that was the key to the gates. Max in a swift jump, mounted me on top of the counter, put her hands on either side of my head and kissed me long and hard. Her tongue lapping around mine as mine lapped hers. Our hands darted up down each other bodies as we fondled to remove each our clothes. She began to rip the buttons off my shirt with her teeth kissing my chest after each one. Finally down to nothing but my boxers and her skimpy, lacey blacë panties and matching bra she sat on my lap and rubbed my stomach. Max obviously knew that I was rock hard because she began to grind against my lap. I reached up and grabbed the back of neck and pulled her close to me.
I teased her a little acting like I was going to kiss her, then pull away. Which must have been a little too much for her since she grabbed me by my hair and parted my lips with her tongue. She had my left arm pinned down by my side. I could barley move except for my right hand that had been groping Max' sweet soft ass was free and I moved it up back so that I could unhook her bra. Her ample breast seem to almost rejoice at being free and smile came across Max' face as I cupped her right tit in my palm. "That feels good Sean," she said. You like that Max? "Hell yes."
"What about this?" I asked as I firmly pinched her hard nipple between two of my fingers. She gasped out and bit my ear. "Fuck!!!" I screamed out as my left arm got free. I grabbed a tit in either hand, pulling them up to my face. Pinching her nipples as hard as I could squeeze and jerking. With every new sensation Max' heavy panting seem to grow and then I took her left breast into my mouth sucking for all it was worth. She held the back of my head up so that I could have better access. "Sean, I've got two of those you know," she said her right tit in her hand as if to offer it to me. I smiled and complied, nibbling on the right while still fondling the left. "That's enough," she said, "It's my turn." Taking her breast away. I sad look came across my face. I was having so much fun with them. "Don't worry baby, I've got something you're going to enjoy a hell of a lot more. Then she kissed my neck and began working her way down my chest, slowly kissing and licking every inch of me. Then a strange thought came across my mind. "Max, what if Logan comes in." She looks up at me with a grim look and says, "I'm getting ready to milk your fat dick and you're worried about Logan."
"Besides, what's he going to do, report it."
"But aren't the two of you… He had his chance, and now you do, keep talking and you'll be walking out with blue balls." Of course I shut up and just put my hand on the back of her head to let her know that I was done thinking. She gave me that sexy smile with those pouty lips and began rubbing my dick through my cotton boxers. "You like that" she asked, yeah take it. She grabbed either side of my shorts and pulled them down. My cock sprang out, slapping the bottom of my chin. Her mouth fell open and she gasped. "Damn boy, now that's a fucking dick." Obviously about now I was real pleased with myself.
She grabbed the bottom of my shaft, spit on the head and gave it a little lick. "Ooooh you taste good," she said then puckered up and kissed the head of my ten-inch cock. I thought I would melt as she cupped my balls and slowly slid the tip of her tongue down my shaft and back up. She must have done that about ten times and I thought I would shoot my load off from her sensual touch until she grabbed my dick and gave it a few hard jerks and said, "you cum now, and I'll break it off."
"You get what I'm saying."