First off, thank you for reading, voting and commenting on my stories.
I have one more chapter for the Succubus Reborn tale completed, but I tend to wait until each chapter is published before I submit the next chapter. I took a few stories I enjoyed and did my own thing with them. I am not sure if this is going to be a one-off or continue this into a series only time will tell.
I hope you enjoy it.
All characters depicted having sex are over 18.
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Katherine had just gotten back to her apartment as her roommate's latest sexual conquest was leaving. She looked over the woman with the disheveled hair and wondered for the umpteenth time if Ashley would ever make a move on her. Sure, there was a time Katherine would never have contemplated having sex with Ashley, or any woman for that matter. But, if the noises coming from Ashley's room were any indication, then Katherine's sex life was lacking and not from a lack of trying.
The woman had left, but Katherine had stayed. Leaning against the wall, panting from the run she had just come from and from her growing sexual hunger.
"Enjoying the view?" Ashley asked from the couch.
"Um, no. Just catching my breath for a second," Katherine replied. Finally able to breathe a little better, Katherine walked to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water. As she drank from the bottle, she admired her roommate once again. Ashley was average height with long, blonde, wavy hair and blue eyes. Her breasts, while on the smallish side, were perfectly tear-shaped. She didn't need a bra to support them, either, which she rarely did. She also had a high metabolism that left her skinny, but didn't have the need to exercise.
If Katherine didn't know better, this beautiful blonde would be the girl next door type. However, Katherine knew her roommate. She knew how she loved to corrupt straight women into lesbian affairs. In fact, one drunken night early in their first year rooming together, Ashley had leaned in and started making out with Katherine. It was Katherine that sprang up off the floor and ran into her room, slamming her door behind her.
Why was I so stupid back then. I could have had what I want now.
Katherine was lamenting her lack of sex as much as a missed opportunity.
Having finished her bottle of water, Katherine asked, "Do you need the shower any time soon?"
Ashley, looking up from the magazine she had been reading, "Nah. Take your time." She smirked at Katherine.
Fuck does she know what I was going to do?
Katherine thought. She shook the thought from her head and walked into the shared bathroom. As she stripped out of her running attire, she admired her own body. She had to admit her body was just as beautiful as Ashley's if just different. She stood a couple inches taller than Ashley. Her c-cup breasts were still standing firmly. She had long fit legs and a trim tummy from her athletic activities. While she didn't participate on any of her school's athletic teams, she made generous use of the school's gymnasium using the weight room, racquetball courts and swimming pool as well as running through the nearby park. Her only flaw, she could think of, was her face. She had average brunette hair. Hair she could never get to style properly so it just hung straight. There was nothing alluring about her face, either, especially with the smattering of freckles around her nose.
Sighing, again with frustration, Katherine turned away from the mirror and started the shower. As she was getting into the shower, she heard a knock at the front door. She peeked out the door to see if Ashley was going to answer the door. Looking around the room from the cracked door, Katherine didn't see Ashley anywhere. The person at the door knocked again. Katherine grabbed a towel from the towel rack and began wrapping herself in it. Just as another knock sounded at the door, Ashley emerged from her bedroom. She yelled, "I'm coming. Hold on." She turned at the cracked bathroom door and smiled at Katherine, "I thought you were getting a shower. Shoo."
With that, Katherine closed the door, let the hastily wrapped towel drop to the floor and slipped into the shower that had heated up quite nicely. With her sexual hunger building, she was looking forward to masturbating in the shower. She was grinning as she lathered up her bath pouf. She loved the way the suds and water felt on her skin.
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Ashley, seeing Katherine close the bathroom door, licked her lips. She really wished she could make a move on her roommate. It would make it a lot easier to have sex on-hand rather than go hunting for it. Sure, she enjoyed the chase and corrupting so-called straight women into her bed. But, at times, all she wanted was a regular fuck-buddy that didn't take time to seduce.
She got the door opened as the man on the other side was raising his arm to rap at the door once more. "Sorry it took me so long," Ashley started, "but I was in my room and it took me a little while to get out here."
The man looking down both sides of the corridor before replying, "Are you Katherine?"
"No." The man's face fell again as he looked at the card in his hand with the address printed on it. "I am her roommate, though." This perked up the man's demeanor.
"Is she around? It is most urgent I talk to her."
"She just stepped into the bathroom for a shower. I can deliver a message to her when she gets out if you like."
The man, again, looked down both sides of the hallway. "Can I come in? What I have to tell you is very important and I don't want to take the chance of anyone hearing me."
Ashley, a little suspicious of the peculiar man, was curious what was making this man act the way he was. She nodded and opened the door to let the man in. "So what's to important?" she asked as she closed the door behind her.
The peculiar man led Ashley to the kitchen bar. He laid down an intricate, wooden box. On top of the box was a letter written in stylized calligraphy. "I am Eugene Eckhardt," the man said while producing a business card, "and I represented Gail Stafford. Upon her death, I was to hand deliver this package to her granddaughter, Katherine. It was an addendum to her will and the information was not to be privy to any other of her living relatives."
"What's in the box?" Ashley asked.
Shaking his head, Eugene replied, "I have no idea, but the firm I work for told me they had received many angry calls from the inheritors regarding this box and its contents. Can you please see to it that Katherine gets this?"
"Of course," Ashley agreed.
"Thank you, but now I must leave." With that, Eugene opened the door, looked both ways and started walking briskly away.
What an odd man that was. I wonder what all the panic was for.
Ashley began absent-mindlessly fiddling with the calligraphy-written note as she was recounting her conversation with Eugene. She shook the thoughts from her head and began walking back to her bedroom, but after taking two steps saw she had the letter in her hand. She looked down at the note and curiosity once again reared its head and bit her. She began reading the note. It said:
"My dear Katherine, you may not remember me since your father all but disowned me when you were 5 or 6. I can't say that I blame him, really, but that is the past. If you are reading this, then I have passed from this world. I have constantly looked into your life, from time to time, and have come to the conclusion that you may be the only one of my relatives that might have the fortitude to withstand the temptation of the gift, nay the curse, I am troubled to pass on to you. I wish that I did not have this burden to make, but the contents in this box cannot be destroyed. Hopefully, you can keep this safe. I pray your aunts and uncles and cousins, believing your parents never reconciling with me before their untimely death, never realize you are the recipient of this package. I urge you to stash this away somewhere safe and never be touched again. Love, Gramma Gail
P.S. I also left you some money in your name. I had been depositing money into an account for every year you were born. It isn't much, but it should help clear any student loans you may have incurred."
Now, terribly stricken with curiosity, Ashley never paused to open the wooden box. Inside was another note that said:
Mind Control Crystals
Place the crystal horizontally across an image of the person to be controlled. Place the thumbs, index and middle fingers on opposite hands together to form a triangle. Place the ring fingers on either end of the crystal. Recite these lines three times:
ego sum suae potestate esse mens et corpus animae
Underneath the note, were six clear crystals. They were identical in every way. Ashley picked one up at random and examined them. They looked absolutely ordinary.
Mind control crystals? Yeah, right. I wonder what goof planned this.
She went to put it back in its spot, but her hand wavered for a second.
It wouldn't hurt to try it, would it? I mean the way that man was acting didn't seem fake. Did it? So I need an image of someone. May as well try it on Katherine, but would an image from a phone work? Only one way to know, I guess.
With her mind made up, Ashley laid the crystal back down and rushed to her room and grabbed her phone off the nightstand. She went back to the kitchen counter and retrieved the note. She took the items to the front room and laid them on the coffee table. She sat on the floor with her legs crossed. Ashley, then, started looking through photos on her phone for a picture of Katherine.
Having finally found one, Ashley placed the crystal horizontally across her phone. She looked back at the note to try to discern how to place her fingers. She tried a few times before she got it. Or at least she thought so, hopefully. When she went to place her fingers properly on the crystal, she noticed her phone had gone to sleep. So she re-opened the phone and placed her fingers in the proper position and recited the words:
"ego sum suae potestate esse mens et corpus animae
