Meetings
Lilith didn't know him very well. In fact, she met him just moments ago, in the library that she loved to visit. And yet, even though she barely knew him, she invited him over to her house. Tonight. This may not seem so strange for some women, who enjoy bringing men into their homes by the truckload. But for Lilith, this was a monumental change of pace.
Lilith, also known as Lily by her friends, was what one could call a conservative girl. Never did she go to the raves to get drunk. Not once did she do any type of drug. Wearing anything less than jeans and a t-shirt in public was insane to her. Lilith's last date was in seventh grade to a stupid football player. He turned out just wanting to feel her up instead of talking. That guy had a few weeks in the hospital for that particular attempted groping. Obviously, Lilith wasn't the type of girl to just let any guy have their way with her.
She enjoyed sports quite a bit. Basketball, badminton, volleyball, you name it, she played it. As result of her constant exercise, she was fit and shapely, and tended to draw the attentions of any male in her general area, sometimes even a few girls. At 5'10 and 108 pounds, she could put an alley cat to shame for her litheness and agility. Long golden-blond hair would zigzag after her like a comet's tail as she darted to and fro on the court. Rarely was her hair stationary at any time in the day, in fact. And not a single person, especially the guys, would miss being mesmerized by her perfectly shaped breasts pressing out against her thin gym shirt. This helped Lilith, of course. Guys too busy ogling bouncing boobs tend to be easy to beat in any game.
On top of that, Lilith was also very intelligent. Top of her classes, model student, and never missed a day of school. Straight A's that made the geeks jealous and the preps dumbfounded were always in her grasp. She liked to read, and read she did. Lilith was the kind of girl who would read Biology textbooks over the weekend just for fun. One who studied history not because it was the test next Friday, but because it intrigued her. Who read poetry every night before sinking into a peaceful sleep. She was, by all standards, a very special girl, and in many more ways than one.
But one subject she particularly enjoyed was old mythologies. She would pour over book after book, from Greek, to Egyptian, to Norse, even getting into demonologies. The tales tickled her mind in a way that nothing else could. Lilith had always admired the characters within the stories, of how brave they were, how bold, and how beautiful they were. And secretly, she liked the succubus the best. She even dreamed many a night that she was one, with moonlight skin, midnight hair, and pitch black stretching wings. Lilith would always wake from that dream covered in misty sweat, and a pleasant tingling below her navel. She always instantly regretted the moment she woke up from it.
And that's when she met him. Lilith was browsing aimlessly in the library, looking for something to supplement her collections. She held a book entitled
Myths and Fables: Spirits and Demons.
It was from the long line of the
Myths and Fables
books, and it would fit in perfectly with her secret growing collection of fiend-oriented books.
She leafed through the pages, skimming through in search for the pictures. Lilith, as said before, liked reading, but loved art. And the
Myths and Fables
line was full of artwork. This book was no different; engravings of angels and demons battling; photos of stone-hewn likenesses of creatures great and small; intricate pencil drawings of reptile-like monsters flaunting their strength, all contained in the rather thick tome she held in her hands.
She stopped on one page briefly. It was entitled,
'Sexual Demons'
in bold, intricate print, and she glanced at the page-large portrait. It showed a woman and a man in some sort of dark room. They were on a blood-red velvet bed, with the man over the girl. And they were naked.
Being the studious and professional girl, Lilith could handle sexual things without loosing her composure. Usually. However, the scene contained even more. The woman was beautiful, lying face-up under the man. Her face was that of pure ecstasy; her hands clawing at the back of the man in some desperate attempt to force him deeper into her. Lilith could relate, as she was no stranger to the carnal pleasures that a hand and a bit of imagination could provide. But the girl was having real sex, which Lilith never had before. And her face looked like she was writhing in pain, but loving every moment of it... and Lilith couldn't help but examine it more closely.
She looked to the man, and her breath caught. The artist's work was exquisite by far on the entire painting, but that man was something out of a dream. Tall and muscled in all the right places, his arms supported his body above the girl's. Red, almost flaming hair donned him, and even his skin having a crimson tinge to it. His face was contorted in his efforts, but through that he was smiling mischievously as he was about to plunge into the orgasmic woman again. Lilith leaned closer to the page, completely enthralled in the couple, and wishing to fall right into the page...
"Nice picture. What's it called?" Came a cool voice behind the mesmerized Lilith.
She gasped, snapping out of her carnal trance and dropping the book from her stunned fingers. The title was the only part of the picture she didn't stare at. Lilith turned around to face the voice, ready to stare down the culprit who interrupted her study. But this time her eyes traveled up to meet the man's gaze.
"Uh, well, I wasn't really looking at the picture that much..." She stuttered out, instead of roaring at the person. It was Lilith's plan to chew this guy out, but that was before she saw him.
"Hmmm," Hummed the tall man, "It looks like you were studying it pretty hard though," The guy had a nice voice. Almost musical. He also had a small grin that grew wider as he stared at the quickly reddening Lilith.
"No!" Lilith said rather loudly, making a few studious people turn around to glare at the cause. Quieting down to a hushed whisper, Lilith's hissed, "Well, what if I was 'studying' it? It is art, and it is a beautiful piece of work."
"Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow, "I thought it was some sort of porn the way you were nearly drooling over it," His amused grin widened, and Lilith blushed even deeper.
"Well, it's none of your business anyway," She dismissed, bending down to pick up her book, "So I'm just going to check out this
art
book, and I can stare at the pictures all I want." Lilith turned around and planned on walking away then, but before she could take a step, he stopped her with his voice.
"You like older stuff don't you?" He inquired, stopping Lilith in her tracks.
"I'm NOT into older guys, thank you very much," Lilith snapped over her shoulder.
"No no no," The twenty-some guy said, "I mean you like ancient stuff, like monsters and mythology, am I right?"
Lilith spun around in an instant, "What are you, a stalker!?" She felt her muscles tense up and she held the book to her chest like a shield. More people looked this time, quieting both Lilith and the man's voices with looks of annoyance.
The man backed up a step and waves his hands disarmingly, trying to simultaneously apologize to the audience and regain Lilith's fleeting attention, "No, not at all! I just come here often and I always see you lurking around these shelves," He motioned around him to the many books, "And all that's here are mythology and Karma Sutra books. So, using my logic, you are either a very cute bookworm or a porn fanatic," He crossed his arms, and his grin returned, "Or, you are a secret porn fanatic cute bookworm."
Lilith scoffed at his remarks, "Well, I'm not a secret porno fanatic at all,"
She kinda lied. She had read Karma Sutra a few times, and it was one of her more favorite 'study tools' late at night when all the rest of the world was asleep. But this guy didn't have to know that, nor did he have to know that the book in her hands would become a 'study tool' as well.
"I like books," Lilith continued, "You, on the other hand, apparently think you can hook up with 'cute bookworms' with some sly comments. Well, it's not gonna work on me! So goodbye," She turned on her heel and indignantly, making her glowing hair swish behind her. She resumed her trek to the counter to leave the creep behind.
Even though, she thought to herself, he was kinda cute.
"Wait!" He cried urgently after her. Why Lilith stopped she didn't know, but she turned again to face him, "Look, I'm sorry I offended you,"
"You better be," Lilith knew she was giving him the evil eye right then.
"You see, pretty women make men do stupid things," Lilith gave him a look that could make stone crumble, "Uh, like trying to butter up an obviously angry woman with cheap words-"
"You got that right," Lilith cut in.
"But you will remember the stories about the Satyrs, right?" Pan asked.
Lilith's memory on them was somewhat shrouded in her brain, but she reluctantly agreed, "Yes... and what's your point?"
"Well," He started, "Those guys were half man, half goat. Maybe it was the goat half, or the male guy half, but either way the little bastards were horny!" Lilith tried to suppress a small smile, but the corners of her lips succumbed.
"And since they were horny, and guys at that, they would chase after young women all the time. Especially virgins, in particular," The guy's grin returned, and his extremely-dark blue eyes sparkled, "So they would do anything in their power to seduce those girls. But, being guys overcome with the presence of a beautiful woman, they usually just chased like hell after them, and screwed up miserably."
Lilith couldn't believe that this guy actually knew at least a little bit about mythology, but she tested him, "So, what is the point of that then?"
"The point is: Guys tend to be civilized, but turn into animals when pretty girls are around," He smiled, and added, "And that guys are constantly horny, but that's beside the point. The main thing is that a guy can't woo a girl that he likes into liking him by throwing himself at her. That's why the Satyrs never got any most of the time."
"Well?" He stared at Lilith's blank look. Lilith found out she was staring, slightly mesmerized by his insight and his voice.
She shook it off, "Ah... So you read into them, huh?"
"Oh, I love those kinda tales, cause they show us what people are really like: Horny and hairy," He smiled with his oh-so lovable grin. Lilith couldn't help but giggle behind her book.
"Hey, I gotta ask you something," Their eyes connected, "Since chasing after you like a Satyr isn't going to work, would you like to willingly go out with me sometime?" His grin broadened on his face and his eyes sparkled.
Lilith was caught entirely off guard, "Uhh, well... umm..." She looked at her feet, which had just become extremely fascinating to her. The beating of her heart surely could be heard by the guy too, Lilith thought. But the guy just stood there, watching her patiently and with his smile. Lilith didn't know much about him, or who he was even, but she knew one thing.
