To get the Book, I had to sacrifice my sister's cat. It was sick, but the strangest part was it actually worked. Now all I had to do was carry home a single hair, piece of a nail, anything, and the woman was mine. I told my sister that whoever "stole" her cat would be found soon enough, told my mother to stop wearing underwear around the house, and locked myself up in the basement to study.
When, in a few days, I came home with Amy Thomas's sweat on my kerchief, thrilled yet still disbelieving, I still didn't know what was going to happen.
So, I offered her hair to the Book, felt slightly light-headed, and then I was a girl in a dark room, spread in my panties in the middle of a girly bed, with my boyfriend on top of me.
That Amy, my incredibly deep-seated crush, had a boyfriend, was in itself a shock - for a moment, I wanted to cry. He was groping Amy's pussy through her panties, and I felt every flick of his finger. What the fuck is the Grimoire useful for? Seeing the love of my love getting fucked? It was almost beyond me. I actually bawled - broke down and whined like a loser I was.
"What happened?" said the guy.
I shut up for a second.
"Amy, wha's wrong? Did I hurt you or sumthin'?"
I moved my hand, looked at it, touched my nose, my breasts, and finally was up to speed on what the Grimoire actually did.
I. Amy Thomas.
I got fucked that night - first for me, definitely not for Amy. She didn't have an orgasm. I cried like a little bitch afterwards - literally wanked myself to sleep with tears in my eyes.
But I was not giving up on the twisted pleasure so easily now, so I loafed about her bag until I could scavenge it for lost hairs. Amy caught me.
"What's up, Talbot?" she said. "What have you lost over there?"
"N-nothing."
Every time I stuttered in front of her, I promised to someday soon kill myself.
"What's with your eyes? Ew, you've got conjunctivitis or something... I had that in kindergarten. Talbot? Are you ok?"
She was wearing a tight, pretty top and a tame knee-length skirt. Pretty maroon hair in a high ponytail. I love you, Amy.
"I'm fine," I said.
"Let me take you to the nurse, Talbot," she said and took my hand.
I jerked it away. Amy rolled her eyes, picked up her bag and left me to my devices.
The devices were simple: I got home, told my sister to fuck off with her cat poster, waited until dusk with dick in my hand, and fed the hair to the Grimoire. Next I was on the same bed as yesterday, but the lights were on, there was some music playing, and nobody else was there but me.
First thing I did was look down. On me were grey pants not unlike the ones my sister wears. Under them I found pretty white panties, fitting me like second skin. I couldn't help but wonder how ugly my cock was, even clothed, compared to this snow-white mound of cotton. Shapely legs and pale little hands, breasts like two pretty piglets. I sat and saw a mirror in the opposite corner of the room; out of it, Amy looked at me and blushed.
I stood up. Amy was I. Music was bad, but I liked it. Standing in front of the mirror, I started exploring - beauty spots, tickle spots, all the pretty secrets. When I got to the pussy, I found it dripping. Are you horny, Amy? Do you want to fuck? We can arrange that. I picked her cellphone. I had two females in my contact list - my mom and my sister. Amy had dozens of boys. I found her sweetheart by his profile picture and called him.
"Yes, Am, I'm sorta busy tho," he said.
There was some noise behind him, a sort of sizzling, and someone talking on the background. What's your job, fucker? Are you flipping burgers? Is this who gets to fuck my Amy? Then I felt like speaking, but my chords felt alien. I got ready to sound weird.
"Wanna come to my place tonight, like, right now?" I said in Amy's perfect trill.
"Wish I did, Strawberry. Wish I did. Whoa, you sound horny. Love you."
"Then come over."
