Day 1 -- Saturday
The bell on the antique store's door jingled and Jennifer Hartwell glanced over her shoulder at her boyfriend to see if he was leaving. Fortunately he was still grudgingly lingering amongst the trinkets, poking randomly at bibs and bobs. Jen went back to examining the green and blue broken-glass vase in front of her. It looked so pretty and she really wanted it for the new apartment she was planning on getting.
The woman who was running the register meandered over to Carl. Jennifer overheard her asking if he was looking for anything in particular and Carl responded with a polite "no". The conversation seemed to fade into the background as Jennifer stared at the twinkling vase, its facets reflecting the dim light of the store and the occasional ray of sunlight that pierced the half-shaded windows...
"Jen? Jennnnnn....? Hellllloooo?" Carl was shaking her shoulder roughly.
"What? Sorry, what were you saying?" Jennifer asked, confused.
"I was saying that I think we should get this statuette." Carl held up a wooden statue of a female Venus. Jennifer had seen the Venus statue many times in art, but never a wooden sculpture let alone one so old. It was unremarkable, yet there was something appealing about it.
The counter woman chimed in, "Oh yes. This statue is actually Greek, not Roman. It is Aphrodite, and it is said this particular statue could enhance a woman's desire beyond measure when left near the bedside."
Jennifer half-rolled her eyes to her boyfriend, "Oh. Now I see why you want this." She turned her gaze back to the counter woman, "My boyfriend and I are getting an apartment together soon, and apparently not soon enough."
The woman rang up the charges on the aged cash register and bagged the supposed ancient statue in soft tissue paper. The two lovebirds held hands as they walked out of the store just as another young man was walking in. The woman behind the counter smiled after them, a gleam in her eye as she thought of what was in their future. The young man walking in, however, required some 'attention' as well.
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Carl and Jennifer had been dating for over two years now. It was only three weeks ago that they decided to get an apartment together. Jennifer had already lived on her own in college, but with the job market so tight, she was forced to move back in with her mother and sister. Carl had a crappy studio apartment of his own, but it was not going to be enough for the two of them.
After a short drive, they ended up sitting on the front porch of her house that evening. Neither believed the idol was truly magical, but they played around the subject, giggling with each other.
Carl reached between her legs where the bag was sitting on the stoop and slowly drew the idol from it. "So, let's see this statue of yours..." He held it close to Jennifer who just stared at him mildly grinning. He held it close to her, then pulled it away, then repeated the process over and over until Jen chuckled.
"What are you doing?" she asked, looking down her nose.
Her boyfriend tried to keep a straight face, "Uhh, influencing you with the powers of the statue?"
Jennifer rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. Tell me you didn't buy all that crap the woman said at the antique shop?"
Carl frowned, wrapping it back in the tissue paper, "Well, she did say you should place it next to the bed for it to work."
Jennifer played back, "I don't know. It might turn me into a sex machine and I end up attacking you on the porch." Jen feigned an aggressive attack and playfully grabbed him. They laughed and snuggled closer together.
Carl put the idol back in the bag and laid it across his lap. His hands free, he leaned closer to his girlfriend and wrapped his arms around her. "Well, then let's go inside and try it out."
Jennifer shot him a disappointed expression, "I can't. My mom and Vanessa are home. You'll just have to wait till tomorrow. But call me okay?"
"Fine," Carl reflected her look of disappointment. "I'll call you tonight."
Carl tried to kiss Jennifer, but Jennifer snatched the bag off his lap, startling him. Jennifer laughed and jumped up to go inside the house.
Carl called out to her, "Tease!" as she winked at him and closed the door.
The idol was all but forgotten until that evening. Jennifer was in her bedroom, slipping into her comfy pajamas, putting her hair up, when she glanced down at the gift bag by her bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down to the gift bag. Pulling out the idol, she looked at it very closely as the tissue fell silently to the floor. The grooves of the female's robe were worn and ancient. The face of the female was pretty- no, gorgeous. Strange to think of a piece of wood as luscious, sexy...
Jennifer's mind was engulfed with a bounty of images. Female flesh, warming to each other, rubbing against each other, all of them soft and curvy and feminine. She felt like she was between a woman's thighs, the scent of her mound filling her nostrils. She felt her own tongue slipping from between her lips and flicking across the strange woman's clitoris.
The tall blonde was back in her bedroom in her mother's house. The room was exactly as it was a moment ago and the images were gone. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly.
"Whoah. That was weird." Jennifer wasn't a prude and had seen two women together in some movies, but she was always turned off by the idea. Her mom and dad raised her right and being gay was not her thing. She sat there another second or two, shook her head to clear her thoughts, and then set the idol down on her nightstand. Surely it had nothing to do with the statue, but still the experience was unnerving. The twenty-two year old went out of her way to not touch the wooden statue when she turned out her light.
The idol watched over her, motionless, eager to influence the young woman, eager to corrupt her, to satisfy her and be satisfied. Years had passed since her last feast of lust, since the last time she was allowed to influence, since the witch had found her and placed her unappreciated on a dark shelf. The idol was fully aware of the world around it, but unable experience it without a woman to twist. Now she was out and desperate to feel again, and every wicked notion would be realized by this new victim.
Jennifer writhed in bed, her sleep a deep and restless one. The flash of lesbian images before bed was nothing compared to what she was experiencing in her unconscious mind. Any natural or learned desires she had for Carl --or even a man in general- were methodically shredded from her psyche. The idol moved from fold to fold within her mind, filling it with every picture, thought, and word that had anything to do with the lust of female flesh.
I love pussy. I only want girls...
No boys. I'm a naughty girl.
I want to feel dirty. I need pleasure.
Girls are better than boys.
I want to feel slutty.
I want a girl to lick me.
I want a girl's cunt in my face.
I am addicted to lesbian sex.
I want to be a lesbian whore.
