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."
There were more yells.
"Am, I'm a bit busy. You know. What's up? What are you doing? Are you horny, baby?"
He was flipping burgers instead of flipping Amy? What sort of faggot was he?
"Yes, I'm horny," I said. "Are you coming or not?"
"No, I'm not."
"Well, fuck you, then," I said and switched off.
He was absurd. Calling back? Fuck you. I switched the phone off entirely. Turned around and looked at my butt, pulled the panties off, bent forward a little. My legs were beautiful, my back was perfect - I was a living statue, and I was horny.
Momentarily at a loss, I raided Amy's wardrobe. Hidden under everything I found treasure: a pink thong with a bunny tail, a tiny bra and a small blue dildo. You little skank, Amy, you beautiful young slut. I slapped my ass and barely felt it. What I felt was a drop rolling slowly down my leg, felt the draught on my pussy through the wet panties, and then I knew that I would get fucked tonight no matter what.
I got myself a pink dress to look arguably irresistible. If I saw Amy wearing this at school, I'd stain my pants in front of everyone and finally find strength to kill myself. I had Amy bend over slightly, and saw her ass from under the skirt in the mirror. Then I put on matching shoes which forced the tits forward, grabbed a few dollars from the table and went downstairs.
Amy's father and mother were watching TV. I got spooked and tried sneaking out, but they caught me. Her father was looking so baffled I burst out laughing. They told me to explain myself. I told them to fuck off. The were appalled at the "f-word".
"I say whatever I fucking want," I said. "Fuck you mom, fuck you dad, fuck you both, fuck, fuck and fuck; I'm out."
They gaped like fishes and let me walk out. When I was already outside, they finally followed, screaming "Young lady!" every other word, but I just run around the corner, and they never caught me.
I spent the next half hour walking forward. I tried to imagine what would happen if I outright strip for all to see. Then I got into unfamiliar territory. I walked on, getting wetter every time a guy checked me out - and is this how women feel? do they get annoyed, like I did, at every handsome young man who plays polite and turns away even though all he wants is to shag you all night? Anyway, I got to some shady street and finally hesitated.
But then I thought - what the hell? God protect you, Amy - and walked on, waving my hips, click-clack with my shoes on concrete, feeling slightly cold and with sweat all over my cunt, ass, between my tits, in my arm pits. To the right of a shady apartment complex was a club with a bouncer in front of it. Iron door was muffling dubstep of some sort. I spent a few seconds in indecision, then walked towards it.
