She looked up into the face of Hamid, a darker skinned version of the host from the restaurant. Jaleh had claimed that Jessie herself had given Hamid that form, although she couldn't understand how, since she'd seen the host for the first time
after
her first visit to Hamid.
But he was a very handsome man, as her mom had pointed out to her, so she was glad he was given that form. Hamid smiled down at her with that dazzling smile, looking deep into her eyes as he thrust deeply inside of her. He was stretching her wide and driving so much deeper inside of her than she'd ever felt before.
But that didn't begin to account for the ecstasy she was experiencing.
Everywhere
that Hamid's skin touched her, her skin radiated with a warm, tingling pleasure. It felt like every spot on her body had become an erogenous zone.
Sex with Tom the previous day had been mind blowing, but it was
nothing
like this. That incredible shaft, every time he drove it into her, caused the walls of her pussy to pulsate with an energy that was almost beyond description. She could feel it deep, deep inside of her with every thrust. When his pelvis came into contact with her clit, the feeling was so intense it seemed to strain her capacity to experience it.
This was sex on a whole new level.
When she finally closed her eyes and threw her head back in orgasm, she saw a flashing of lights that reminded her of watching a thunderstorm pass overhead, but with the lighting strikes coming in every imaginable color.
She opened her mouth and screamed at the top of her lungs in pure ecstasy.
And then, once again, there was darkness.
When she awoke, she realized she didn't have a lot of time before she was supposed to meet Julie for coffee. Tom had left at 6 am to go meet his friends to play golf. He'd only woken her to kiss her goodbye or she would have fucked him again because she woke up still feeling the hunger from her visit to Jaleh the night before.
She probably shouldn't have, but she immediately reached for the book and once again found herself in the ancient boudoir finally getting to experience Hamid's long, thick cock fucking her until she blacked out.
And the hunger she felt when she woke up was extraordinary. She'd felt it the day before. She'd turned to Tom to slake the lust, but that option wasn't available to her. She dragged herself out of bed and wandered, naked, into the kitchen. She ate two bagels, 4 bowls of cereal, and two hard boiled eggs while drinking two cups of coffee.
It was enough to ease the physical exhaustion she felt a little, but did nothing to ease the sexual hunger that seemed to nearly consume her. She had to hurry to get ready to meet Julie so she made her way to the bathroom and stood, still naked, in front of the mirror.
What she saw in the mirror made no sense to her at all. Her body had changed overnight. What she saw in the mirror was almost an exact replica of Jaleh's body - with larger breasts, a thinner waist and a greater flare to her hips. Her skin had changed as well. It was really the same color as before, with the enticing freckles so common to redheads covering it, but it almost like what you'd see in a wall when replacing a flat paint with a satin, with just an added bit of sheen to make her skin look more like an expensive porcelain. Her hair color seemed like the same shade of red, but the color appeared more striking and vibrant and looked straighter and smoother, like Jaleh's hair.
While Jessie was incredibly attractive to begin with, all of these changes made her stunning in every way. Everything about her spoke of raw sensuality.
She wondered if somehow she was imagining what she was seeing, if the visions from the book were somewhere bleeding through into her reality. She was so ... fucking ... hungry. Yes, she'd dealt with the physical hunger, but that was nothing compared to the sexual hunger she felt, much, much stronger than the previous day. She felt like all of her perception was clouded by a haze of lust. Perhaps that was affecting what she saw in the mirror?
She decided to try an experiment. She found the bra she had been wearing the previous day before ditching it to go out to the restaurant. She put it on and it was
very
uncomfortable. She normally wore a B cup bra and filled out out quite well. It felt as though she would definitely need a C cup to deal with this change.
The changes couldn't just be in her imagination then, since her breasts simply did not fit in her bra anymore. It made no sense to her, but she didn't have time to contemplate what was going on. She had to meet Julie. She was so clouded by the sexual haze that she wasn't sure she could really think straight enough to sort it out anyway.
She watched as Julie walked through the door into the cafe. She was on her third cup of coffee already, wishing that she had been able to add a little Kahlua to it in order to try to settle her emotional state. Julie looked so beautiful as she walked towards Jessie's booth. She had just recently reached the point where she was starting to show, and Jessie found the outward curve of her belly looking so incredibly sensuous. Julie had large breasts to begin with, but they looked to have grown to at least a D cup with her pregnancy.
-oh she looks delicious-
The thought seemed to come out of nowhere into her mind. She had to admit Julie glowed with a radiance that was almost palpable and she found herself wishing she could drink it all in. Of course the lust she felt, which was still overpowering was clearly clouding her judgement.
Jessie stood and gave Julie a hug and Julie sat her bag down on the bench across from Jessie in the booth and then headed over to order a coffee. Jessie found herself staring at Julie's ass as she walked away. She had worn yoga pants to be more comfortable, and it put her ass beautifully on display encased tightly in the stretchy material. She couldn't keep her eyes off her high school friend the entire time she was placing and then waiting for her order. The sexual haze was effecting her. She knew it, but felt powerless to stop it.
"God, you look fantastic," she told Julie as she finally made her way over to the booth, taking a seat across from the redhead.
"Oh, come on," Julie said. "I'm mostly just looking fat."
"Oh God no," Jessie insisted. "There's a huge difference between fat and pregnant. Fat just looks fat. Pregnant is so damn sexy."
"Yeah, right, tell me that when you're 5 months pregnant."
"I'm serious," Jessie insisted. "You look so damn sexy like that." For a second Julie looked at her friend, perplexed that she would be talking at all about her looks. It was not something that Jessie
ever
spent any time talking about in the past.
"Well," Julie said, "I'm glad you think so. I wish Martin shared that opinion."
"Sometimes Martin is a bit of a fool," Jessie agreed, "I can't really do anything about that. I'd have a hard time keeping my hands off of you if you were my wife."
"If I were your wife, I don't think I'd be looking like this in the first place," Julie laughed, jiggling her pregnant belly with her hands ever so slightly.
"Touché," Jessie replied.
Was Martin really not taking care of his wife sexually now that she was far enough along to be showing? Jessie imagined the pent up sexual frustration that Julie might be feeling, which caused a surge in her own lustful feelings.
-she is very ripe for the taking-
Once again, the thought had just popped into her head, seemingly out of nowhere.
-so easy to seduce-
Jessie wondered for the briefest of seconds why she was suddenly having these strange thoughts popping into her head, which felt almost foreign to her. She might have contemplated it deeper if she hadn't been clouded by a haze of lustful desires, thinking about how easy it would be to seduce her friend, imagining that gloriously curved body naked and writhing underneath her. She simply attributed the thoughts to being driven by her own lust, which was palpable.
This wave of uncontrollable lust demanded all of her attention to keep in check. Otherwise she was sure she would be attacking Julie right there in the cafe.
She tried to distract herself from those thoughts by asking how Julie's husband Martin, and Johnny, their little two year old, were doing. It didn't really help, especially when Julie changed the subject.
"So what have you done with yourself, Jessie?" She asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Well," her friend said, "you look... I don't know... different."
Of course Jessie knew what Julie was referring to. It was another confirmation that the changes had been real, and not simply her imagination. She couldn't exactly tell her friend she'd found a magic book that had transformed her into a sex goddess. So she lied.
