Started January 25
I thought it looked cool. That's how I justified buying anything from the creepy shop owner. He'd only been open a month, his oddities and mystic wonders shop. I've never seen anyone or known anyone who did go in but curiosity got the better of me and I headed inside, saw this crystal necklace, and plunked down the $15 for it.
It wasn't anything special really. It looked like a piece of quartz with a grey, swirling something inside. But the shopkeeper said it was so much more. He said it could steal souls. And once you own a soul, you own the person.
I dismissed such nonsense, of course. Even souls existed, no way some piece of quartz could steal it. I figured the guy played up a story for the customer. A bit of fun. I just smiled and nodded.
"Sure, I'll take the magic crystal for $15." I told him. He seemed to like that way more than most people would. Guess any sale, right?
As I left I spotted my bio classmate Sarah at Boston University. I'm not a bad looking guy for an 18 year old teen: clean shaven, brown hair and eyes, and a small gut rounding off my 5'4 body. Pretty average to be honest. Sarah, however, was far from it.
Long, shoulder length brown hair, her blue eyes sparkled when she smiled. Her skin was flawless and her smile always melted any bad mood I had. Her small tits didn't hurt either. Unlike most guys, I like a girl with smaller assets. She was wearing a winter coat and some blue tight jeans.
She's popular enough that I doubt I'd have a chance with her but we're not on unfriendly terms, we just never hang out outside of biology class.
She's carrying some shopping bags from various stores along main street, guess she was shopping too.
"Hey Steve." Says after eventually seeing me. All I can do is give a weak smile back "Hey." I'm a bit shy so we just kinda look at each other for a few seconds before she breaks the ice.
"Weird seeing you outside of class, you know?"
"Yeah." I reply. I'm not a smooth talker.
Once again she breaks the ice. "So, I saw you leaving that weird shop. What's it like?"
"Oh yeah, its cool I guess." I shrug. "I got a necklace pendant thing." Steve pulls it out of his pocket and dangles it in front of her. Sarah looks at it and can't help but stare, especially at the grey cloud in the middle as it seems to swirl around.
"Wow... thats... cool." She says slowly, transfixed. She really likes looking at it for some reason. But Steve just shrugs. "Yeah, I guess. Just a piece of quartz though." I pocket it again, breaking the spell. Sarah looks disappointed for a moment.
"Well I think it looks cool. You should wear it." she suggests enthusiastically. "It'll look good on you." She gave me that heart melting smile. How could I say no? So I pulled it back out and slipped it in my neck. It dangled from its small rope and settled in the middle of my chest. Sarah looked straight at it, which I kinda found odd.
"Uhhh.. Sarah?" I ask.
"Huh? Oh right, sorry. " she smiles and looks away, brushing some hair. Damn she looked cute.
"Well, I guess I should get going." I said, already feeling like this crystal was my good luck charm.
"So soon?" She asked with disappointment. "I was about to have some lunch and would love the company." She flashes that smile again.
Needless to say I'm pleasantly surprised. I figured she wouldn't be interested in me. So her wanting to spend time with me, how could I resist?
"Sure, I'd love that." I said as soon as my brain processed what she had offered.
She kept looking over at me as we walked to the nearest burger place. Even stranger, she kept staring at me, fidgeting with her hair and squirming in her seat during our entire lunch. She barely ate too, which I thought was odd since she made the suggestion.
"Soo... do you think I'm pretty?"
The question made me choke on a fry. Once I stopped coughing I just looked at her, stammering. She bit her lip in anticipation.
Ok Steve. Be cool. Just say what you feel.
"Well, I... think.. Yeah, I mean, who wouldn't, right?".
Despite the awkwardness of the answer she smiles shyly.
"Thanks. A lot of guys... well, they don't think so. They think my tits are too small." As if to emphasize it, she grabs them, right there in the restaurant, shaking her b cup tits. I can't keep my eyes off them. My cock starting to harden.
"I think they're perfect." I say. I wish I could have been more eloquent or smooth but I was too distracted. She didn't seem to mind though. Her face lit up with a big smile. She bit her bottom lip and looked around. "I wanna show you something." She stands and offers her hand. I take it and stand up, confused. Even more so when she leads me to the back where the bathroom is.
The restaurant isn't busy now and the bathrooms are one of those single person per gender. She does a quick check before pulling me into the ladies room. I'm too shocked to protest or resist and don't fully realize what she's doing until the lock clicks.
"Sarah... What are you doing?" My heart is racing. My cock is hardening. A million images flow into my head at once.
The bathroom itself is fairly small. A toilet, a sink, a garbage can, a hand dryer. The floors are filthy and the toilet seat has seen better days. There's less than an arm's length between us now.
