AMULET
by
S.Wolf
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Amulet Rev. 2
Copyright © 2011 by S.Wolf
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Note: This story contains sexually explicit material, and is intended only for persons over the age of 18. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All of the characters involved in the sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether they are explicitly described as such or not.
Author’s note: This story began as an attempt to write a no-holds-barred sexual romp, with very little plot. As you will see, the premise would fit that scenario very easily. But as most authors will tell you, the story sometimes decides for itself what it wants to be, and this one fought hard against the reins until I finally relented. In the end, I believe it was the right choice, because any good story, even erotica, moves the reader to care about the characters involved – if only just a little bit. I hope I’ve succeeded in doing that. Thanks for reading.
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Amulet
Jason stared down at the object in his hand, fascinated by the subtle glimmers of color shimmering under its shiny and smooth black surface. His heart was still racing from the events that had just occurred, and his breathing was finally coming back under control. He’d always wondered how he would react in a crisis situation, and now he knew.
A few minutes earlier, he had decided to stop at the library on the way home from school, needing a book to complete his research for the history report due next Monday. A bit of a nerd, he was working hard to get straight A’s his senior year, needing a scholarship in order to afford college.
Standing on the corner waiting for the light to change, his mind wandered to thoughts of Becky Johnson. Becky had moved to their town in 10th grade, and he had a crush on her ever since. Beautiful and athletic, she had immediately joined the elite crowd at school, becoming a cheerleader and a member of the swim team. And though he had shared many classes with her over the past two years, she probably didn’t know he existed. He always struggled to keep his grades high in the classes they shared, and knew the reason was because he spent half of his time in class listening to the teacher, and the other half looking at her.
He was so engrossed in his thoughts about Becky, he didn’t notice the old man in a hat shuffle past him, out onto the street. But as he fantasized about how Becky looked cute in her cheerleading skirt, something nagged at his brain, demanding attention. Reality finally won out, and he realized what he was seeing: An old man was crossing the street in front of him, more than halfway across the road. From his right, he could see a large pickup truck approaching, coming fast and showing no signs of slowing.
For a split second, Jason knew what he was about to see; the old guy was going to die, and it wasn’t going to be pretty. But before he could think any further, he was in motion. He had never played any organized sports, but in the last few years, his body had changed from a short and skinny freshman, to a tall, fit and lean senior, growing muscle where there were none. And now he was using all of them, moving across the road faster than he had ever moved before.
But it seemed slow to him. It felt like he was running in quicksand, and the truck was too close for the old man – and now him – to ever to make it out of the way in time. The man was still far away, and he could almost feel the heat coming through the front grill of the truck.
From that point, everything sped up. He leapt towards the man, aiming for the small of his back, encircling him in his arms and driving him forward. The next moment they were both lying on the sidewalk, and Jason swore he had felt the truck’s bumper graze his right shoe as it barreled past, blaring its horn but never slowing.
The old man moaned in pain, and Jason realized he was lying on him. He quickly moved to his knees and leaned over the man.
Jason was breathing hard, but managed to gasp out, “Are you ok?” as he took hold of the man’s shoulder.
A small moan was the only response.
“I’m sorry if I hurt you,” Jason continued, “but that truck... It was coming fast– And you–”
The man’s eyes were open, and he was looking around, a bit dazed but showing signs of regaining his senses.
“What happened?” he said in a weak voice.
“There was a truck coming,” Jason said, the words streaming out, “and you were on the road, and I didn’t think– and I’m really sorry if I hurt you–”
The man attempted to get up, but Jason held firmly onto his shoulder.
“Please sir, just stay there, and I’ll get someone to call an ambulance.” A small crowd of onlookers had begun to congregate around them.
“No,” the man replied, his voice slightly firmer now, “I will be fine. Just a little sore is all. Where is my hat?”
Jason almost laughed, thinking it was funny this guy would be concerned about his hat while lying on the sidewalk. Jason looked around, but couldn’t find it. He finally spotted it under the man, and pulled it out. It had been flattened and he attempted to push it back into shape before handing it back.
“Help me up please,” the man said, after placing his misshapen hat back on his head.
“Are you sure?” Jason replied, concern on his face.
“Help me to that bench over there. I just have to catch my breath.”
After a bit of effort on both their parts, Jason finally helped the man settle down onto the bench, and the small crowd watching them began to disperse.
“Sit down here beside me son,” the man said, “I want to thank you for what you did. What is your name?”
“Jason. Jason Ramsey. And you’re welcome. But I didn’t really think about what I was doing, so–”
“Those of courage never have to think,” the man replied, “they just do.” He added, “I am Malchediel.”
“Nice to meet you Mr. Malchediel,” Jason said, and held out his hand.
“Just Malchediel,” the man said, taking Jason’s hand in his and holding it tightly. Malchediel focused his bright blue eyes on the boy, and looked at him so intensely, he seeming to be staring through him.
“Ok, um, Malchediel,” Jason said, a bit flustered by the way the man was staring at him. He was still squeezing his hand, much longer than a handshake should last. And much harder too, especially from an old man who just got knocked down.
“How old are you son?” Malchediel asked.
Jason thought this was getting too weird, but said, “Just turned eighteen.”
The old man’s gaze lasted a bit longer, and he seemed to come to a decision.
“Great deeds of courage deserve great rewards, do you not agree Mr. Ramsey?”
Jason looked embarrassed. “I don’t want any money.”
“Good, because I’m not offering any.”
Jason turned a bright shade of red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
“Money is not a great reward,” Malchediel continued, “but this is.” He reached into his pocket and retrieved an object. He took Jason’s hand in his, placed the object onto his palm, and closed the boy’s fingers around it.
“You really don’t have to give me–” Jason began.
“But remember son,” the man continued, as if Jason hadn’t spoken, “power without wisdom is a dangerous combination.
Jason wasn’t sure what the old man was talking about, so he said “Thank you” with a slight question in his voice.
The old man found this amusing, and laughed heartily. He certainly seemed to have recovered from his ordeal.
“Oh, you’ll be thanking me alright,” Malchediel said, still smiling, and after a pause added, “later”. This brought another laugh from him.
With this, he got up off of the bench, much more spryly than one would expect from an old man who was just tackled onto a concrete sidewalk.
“I must leave you now,” he said, adjusting his disfigured hat, “but thank you again for your act of courage.”
“You’re welcome,” Jason replied, standing also, “And thank you for the... uh... gift.” He waved his closed hand and smiled.
“Nice to meet you Jason,” Malchediel said, and turned to leave. Then he turned back and said, “Oh, one very important thing. The first time you use that, you should be in your room, alone.” He gave Jason one last mysterious smile, and turned and walked away, not looking back.
Jason watched him go, and when the man turned the corner, he sat back down on the bench and opened his clenched hand, revealing the gift. It was some kind of necklace. Attached to a thin silver chain was a black teardrop shaped rock, about two inches tall and an inch at its widest point.
And although the rock was black, when he looked closely at it, the sunlight glinted along its surface and seemed to draw out colors from its interior. It appeared as if seas of color were swirling inside, whorls of red and green and blue, twisting and spiraling among each other. He had never seen anything like it.
He held it between his fingers and rubbed, feeling the smooth surface slide under his touch. It reminded him of those tumbled polished rocks you’d buy at one of those tacky souvenir stands. But this was much nicer, much more colorful, and he could swear he felt it vibrate slightly as he held it. Nah, must be his imagination. He was probably still jumpy from almost getting himself killed.
He wanted to wear it, and found the clasp, opened it, and was about to put it around his neck when he remembered the old man’s warning about being alone when wearing it. He considered putting it on anyway, but remembered the look in the old man’s eyes, and decided he’d better wait. Clutching the necklace tightly in his hand, he headed for home, the library and the book completely forgotten.
Fifteen minutes later Jason was sitting on his bed with the bedroom door locked, even though his parents and sister were out somewhere. He turned the stone over and over in his hand, as his fingers brushed the smooth surface, watching the inner colors swirl. Even away from the bright sunshine, the colors were there, as if the stone was filled with a viscous luminescent liquid.
His fingers trembled slightly as he found the two ends of the clasp, and brought them up around his neck. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous. It was just a silly gift from a silly old man, who was probably senile, or at least a bit confused from being slammed to the ground. Nothing was going to happen when he put it on.
The clasps met, and when he allowed them to lock, he felt an almost imperceptible tingle go through him. He sat there and waited, for what he wasn’t sure. He didn’t feel any different. He took a few deep breaths. Nope, nothing.
He smiled. Oh well, he didn’t want a reward from the old man anyway. And the old guy seemed to enjoy giving it to him, so there was some good from it. Plus, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry, and it was going to look good around his neck. Maybe Becky would notice him now.
Remembering his report, he checked the clock. He still had time to make it to the library before it closed. He wanted to see what the necklace looked like around his neck, so he got up and walked over to his dresser mirror. At first, what he saw didn’t register in his brain.
Confused, he knew he was seeing something strange, but it was too overwhelming to process. He stared dumbfounded at his reflection, or to be more precise, his lack of one. Because, while his clothes were there, moving around as if they were a strange special effect in a movie, he was not.
It was too much to comprehend. Stunned, he backed away from the mirror until the back of his legs bumped into the bed, and he sat down. Had he imagined what he had seen? He must have. Because what he had seen was impossible.
He lifted his hands in front of his face. All he saw was his open shirt cuffs, looking as if something were in them, but nothing was there. His mind swam again, and he closed his eyes. But instead of darkness, he continued to see his sleeves waving in front of his face. On some level he barely understood, it made sense. If you could see through your hands, you should be able to see through your eyelids. But he was way beyond that kind of logic.
Panicking, he reached for the clasp, fumbled with it for a moment, and quickly removed the necklace, throwing it down onto the bed. He closed his eyes again, and this time the darkness came. His hands covered his face, and he held them there until his breathing quieted, and his heartbeat stopped pounding loudly in his chest.
His mind was finally able to process what he had seen. Invisible! The necklace had made him invisible. But how could it? That’s not possible. Despite his attempts to convince himself of that, he also knew what he had seen. After the shock wore off, he slowly began to realize this wasn’t a bad thing.
He picked up the necklace again, and this time his fingers really were trembling. He went back to the mirror, and he was happy to see his refection staring back at him. Holding the necklace by its clasps, he once again placed it around his neck, watching himself closely in the mirror.
The moment the clasps connected, his body winked out of existence. One second it was there, and the other it was gone. The feeling of confusion returned, but this time it was slightly diminished. And after staring at the mirror for a few moments, he even managed a smile. Then his smile turned into a wide grin.
He spent the next hour in his room experimenting with his new ability. The effect was more startling when he removed all of his clothes, and there was nothing when he looked in the mirror. He laughed out loud when he lifted a baseball from the top of his dresser, and watched it float around the room, as if it were on a string. He found a half-empty bag of Doritos in his top drawer, and experimented with eating. He was afraid he would see the chewed food sliding down his throat, but to his relief, as soon as he put a chip in his mouth and closed his lips, it disappeared.
He played around with taking the necklace off and putting it back on, getting a kick out watching himself disappear and re-appear. He was in the middle of this when he heard his mother arriving home downstairs.
He froze, not sure what to do. But he realized this would be a perfect test. If, for some reason, the necklace was only making him think he was invisible, and his mother saw him, she would only see him standing naked in his room. Kind of weird, but not too bad.
He moved as quietly as he could, and opened his bedroom door. He thought about sitting on the bed, but realized his weight would create an odd depression in the mattress that his mother would notice. So he just stood in front of the mirror, waiting.
“Jason!” his mother yelled from downstairs. “Are you home?”
He remained silent.
She came up the stairs, and knew she would check his room to see if he was in here with his headphones on.
Sure enough, a few seconds later her head popped through his doorway.
“Ja–” she began, but when she saw his empty room, she stopped.
“Huh, I could have sworn I heard him moving around up here. Oh well, must be going senile.” She moved on to her own bedroom.
Jason grinned widely. It worked! She had looked right at him and hadn’t seen him.
After a few moments, he heard the shower come on in his parent’s bathroom, and took the opportunity to get dressed and head outside, making sure to remove the necklace and stuff it in his pocket.
He couldn’t hold back his smile as he walked through the neighborhood. Invisibility! What guy had never dreamed of being able to do this? His mind raced with the possibilities.
He arrived back home a half hour later, and was walking up his sidewalk when he heard someone call his name. Looking over, his neighbor Samantha Scott was standing at the fence between their yards, waving to him.
Slightly annoyed, he headed over to talk to her. Sam was, quite literally, the girl next door. They had lived next to each other their entire lives, and had played together as young children. But when he had gotten a bit older and had reached the age when girls were ‘yucky’, she became a pain in the ass who would constantly pester him and his friends. She would always want to hang around with them, and would follow them everywhere. Because of this they treated her badly, and Jason joined in with their tormenting of her. But as they got older and into high school, they became friends again, though he still found her slightly annoying. She was always trying to talk to him, just as she was doing right now.
As he walked over and got a better view of her, he was reminded that, like him, she had also changed over the past few years. In her youth she had been gangly and awkward, with a mop of unruly red hair on a beanpole frame. She had worn eyeglasses with thick lenses, and because of them, he and his friends had given her the nickname of ‘Coke Bottles’.
But now her body had filled out, hips appearing where there once were none, along with plenty of other feminine curves in the right places. Taking a peek at her breasts pushing out her flannel shirt as she leaned over the fence, he was sure they were bigger than the last time he had seen them. Not huge, but nicely rounded.
And she had lost the coke bottles. About two years ago she had switched over to contact lenses, and now, ironically, her bright green eyes were her best feature. Her hair was no longer wild, and she wore it straight just past her shoulders.
“Hey Sam,” he said as he arrived at the fence. “What’s up?”
“Not much Jason,” she said smiling, “Just finishing up some yard work before the parents get home. What have you been up to?”
“Not much either,” he replied, “working on a report due next week.” He obviously couldn’t tell her what he’d really been doing.
“Any plans for the weekend?” she asked, and she pressed closer against the fence, and he couldn’t help but look down and notice the close up view of her breasts.
“Uh… not really,” he said, a bit flustered as he looked up and knew she had caught him checking her out. But she didn’t look like she minded. In fact, she looked even more pleased. “Going to hang around with some friends,” he continued. He would probably be doing something with his best friend Danny, but he had learned not to mention Danny’s name to her.
“Maybe we could get together and catch up on stuff,” she said, looking hopeful.
“Catch up?” he replied.
“You know,” she said, “talk about what we’ve been doing, and talk about the fun we used to have.”
A memory flashed into his mind. One day he and his friends were out riding bikes, and Sam was following them everywhere. They tried to lose her, but she was as fast as they were. Finally, Jason stopped, got off his bike, walked over to where Sam sat on her bike, and roughly shoved her. The bike went down, her along with it, and she landed hard on the ground. “Go home Coke Bottles!” he yelled, “We don’t want you with us.” He and his friends rode off, laughing and ignoring her tears.
“Fun we used to have?” he said, feeling embarrassed.
“Yeah, like the time we went down to the stream in the woods, and caught tadpoles?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he said, thinking hard. That was back before she became the pest.
“And I couldn’t catch any, so you caught some for me?”
He grinned. “Yeah, you were scared of them.”
“I was not,” she said, feigning indignation. “They were just too wriggly to get a hold of.”
“Yeah, ok,” he said, still grinning. “Whatever you say.”
“See?” she said, “This is why we should talk. So I can clear up any misunderstandings like this you have about me.” Her green eyes glittered as she smiled.
“Ok Sam, we’ll get together.” It occurred to him he might enjoy it more than he originally thought he would.
“Great. Now I’ve got to finish this yard and take a shower before bed.”
“Ok.” He took one more peek at how her breasts were straining the buttons of her shirt before stepping back from the fence. “Talk to you later Sam.”
“You too Jason.” She gave him a goodbye wave.
He turned back towards his house, and as he walked, he found himself thinking about Sam’s last words. This girl, who had been his playmate, his friend, his enemy, and now his friend again, had never once been the subject of his sexual fantasies. But now, all he could think about was what her body would look like in the shower, all soapy and slick. He imagined her hands sliding over her skin, washing the sweat of yard work from her body. He wondered if her fingers would linger at her nipples longer than necessary, pinching them slightly, making them stiffen. In the books he sometimes read, girls did those kinds of things.
He wished he could watch her do that. Watch her wash her naked body, now all curvy and bumpy in the right places. So different from what she used to be. He wished he could see her–
He remembered his new gift. Of course! He turned back towards Sam, who had resumed her work, and watched her. He thought he might be seeing much more of her soon.
He hurried into his house, said his hello to his mother, and told her he was going to be up in his room studying. When he got there, he removed all of his clothes, then clasped the necklace in place. He checked the mirror to verify it still worked, and was pleased his reflection was still absent.
He crept silently out into the hall, closing his door, and moved down the steps. His mom was busy in the kitchen, and he was able to make it out the back door without being noticed.
It was odd to be outside and naked, and he couldn’t remember the last time he had been. He had skinny-dipped with his friends when they had biked out to Blue Lake when they were younger, but couldn’t think of any time since.
As he walked to the fence between the backyards, he could see the impressions his bare feet were making in the grass. He was sure if someone was around, they would notice that. Easily vaulting the fence, he walked to Sam’s back door. As he got there, she appeared around the corner of the house, carrying a broom and rake, and heading towards their backyard shed.
When she disappeared into the shed, he took the opportunity to open the back door and slip inside, closing it quietly behind him. He had been in her house many times when he was younger, and knew his way around. Her bedroom was upstairs at the end of the hall, and he raced to the stairs and scaled them two at a time.
He just reached her room when he heard her coming in downstairs. He quickly looked around for a safe place to stand – someplace where she wouldn’t accidentally bump into him. At the foot of her bed was a dresser with a mirror, and next to it was a tall floor lamp. Between them was enough space for him to stand. He moved into the spot, and listened to the sounds coming from downstairs, almost drowned out by the sound of his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He tried to calm his breathing, hoping Sam took her time coming up, because he was sure she would hear him as it was. Relieved, he heard her moving around in the kitchen, and he was able to take a deep breath and settle himself before he heard her footsteps coming up the stairs.
When she appeared at the doorway, his heart began to beat rapidly again. She looked as she had in the yard, except now she was holding a glass of lemonade. She took a drink, and set it on the small table beside her bed.
He wasn’t sure what to expect next, but she didn’t waste any time before beginning to disrobe. Stepping on the back of her shoe with the other foot, she pulled her heel out and kicked the shoe into the corner, then repeated the action with the other. He was glad he hadn’t chosen that corner to stand in.
Her hands went to the button of her jeans, undid it, drew down the zipper, and pushed them down over her thighs, bending over when they got to her knees. She stood sideways to him, and he could see a peek of white panties appear below the bottom of her shirt as she bent. She stepped out of one pant leg and then the other, and threw the jeans into the corner on top of the shoes. He grinned. At least she’s not a neat freak.
The socks went next, and he caught more glimpses of white as she bent over. He began to harden.
Her next move caught him off guard. She walked over until she was directly in front of him, and turned on the lamp he was standing next to. When her hand reached for the switch, it passed a few inches from his shoulder. Any closer and she would have touched him. His cock lost most of the stiffness it had gained, as his heart trip-hammered again.
She moved to the front of her dresser, and watched herself in the mirror as her fingers worked downward on the buttons of her blouse, opening each in turn. She was standing less than four feet from him, and he watched her intently. When the last button was undone, the shirt partially opened and he could see the center of her bra, also white, and the inside swells of her breasts. His eyes focused on the smooth skin above the top of her bra line, and how the soft curves swelled upwards from the tight confinement below.
His eyes traveled downward, over the flat expanse of her stomach, and rested on the smooth white triangle of nylon, stretched over her slightly protruding mound. He could detect the slight vertical indentation in the material, and tried to imagine what her pussy lips looked like underneath. His cock hardened again.
Sam was looking at herself in the mirror, the way most people do when they’re alone. Going through various small facial expressions, she turned her head back and forth to each side. Her hands came up and she combed her fingers through her hair, brushing it back from her face.
Next, the blouse was gone, as she quickly shrugged it off each shoulder and tossed it into her dirty clothes corner. She turned back towards the mirror and cupped her breasts through her bra, lifting them and squeezing them together. She held them that way for a few moments, assessing how they looked, and let them fall again.
He loved the way they looked. This wasn’t the girl he had caught tadpoles with, and it certainly wasn’t the pest he had been cruel to. This was a woman, and he was fascinated with how she had changed when he hadn’t been looking.
With a quick twist of the clasp between her breasts, the bra opened and revealed them to him. She deftly removed the bra and flung it away, and her tits bounced gently from the motion, as if celebrating their freedom. They stood firm and upright, with their rosy pink areolas facing slightly upward, and the bumps of her nipples evident at their centers.
He barely stopped himself from audibly taking a breath. They looked incredible. He had seen pictures of nude women before, but this was the first time he had been this close to real naked breasts. Full and round, he wanted to reach out and touch them. She was close enough that it would be easy.
There were faint lines on her skin from the seams of her bra, and she rubbed them absently with her fingers. She held her breasts again, performing the same motion she had done with the bra on, watching herself as she pressed them together and up. He stared with rapt attention as the nipples hardened slightly, and grew outward. And his cock twitched sharply when she slid her hands forward, and found those nipples with her fingertips, squeezing them gently between her thumb and forefinger. He saw a visible shiver go through her too, and she brought her hands up to her hair, brushing it back again.
She quickly turned away, hooked her thumbs in the sides of her panties, and slipped them down over her hips, bending slightly. He caught a quick peek of a light tuft of reddish hair peeking out from under her ass as she bent, and then she straightened back up, letting the panties puddle at her feet. With a practiced kick, they joined their friends in the corner.
Walking towards the door, she took a pink robe off a hook on the back of it, and disappeared into the hall. A few seconds later he heard another door close. It happened so quickly, he didn’t get a good chance to check out her ass as she walked away.
He heard the water come on, and assumed it was the shower. He thought about his earlier fantasy of seeing her soapy body, but didn’t know if that was possible now. She may have locked the bathroom door – his sister always did – and even if she hadn’t, he wasn’t sure he wanted to risk trying to open it while she was in there.
He decided he would wait here for her to come back. After all, she hadn’t taken any clothes with her, other than the robe, and she would have to return to her room after she was done.
Taking the opportunity, he decided to check out her room. Leaving his hiding spot, he kept one ear on the shower as he looked around.
He had been in this room many times before, back when they were kids. They had spent countless hours lying on the floor beside her bed playing board and card games. One time they built a tent on the bed using the covers and two broom sticks, and pretended they were camping in the woods. Mrs. Scott had brought sandwiches and juice boxes for lunch, and they had eaten their camp meal in the semi-darkness of their tent, pretending there were bears outside wanting their food. When it got too stuffy under the tent, they poked their heads out for fresh air, lying side by side on their stomachs with their arms innocently around each other.
He smiled at the memory. There were many more too. Sam was right in saying they had to catch up. He would make it a point to try to spend some time with her this weekend. Although, he wasn’t sure he could face her now after having seen her naked.
A picture frame on the wall caught his eye. It was a collage frame, with different sizes of photos in it. He walked over and looked at it closely. They were all photos of Sam, taken at various ages. There she was as a baby, being held by her mother, and next there she was on the first day of kindergarten, looking geeky in her new school clothes. She had already gained her glasses by then, but they were nowhere near as thick as they eventually got.
There was a photo of her at the beach, and he guessed she was in eighth grade at the time. She was wearing a red bikini bathing suit, and that thin body couldn’t possibly be the same one he just saw naked in front of him. Where did all those curves come from?
The next photo made him smile. It was of the two of them, sitting side-by-side on the swings that still sat in her backyard, now rusted and unused. They were around eight at the time, both dressed as pirates. Or, more precisely, how they thought pirates would dress. They had on black bandanas, with eye-patches made out of cardboard and string, and they had used some of Sam’s mother’s makeup to give themselves beards. Sam’s permanently wild red hair was sticking out of the back of her bandana, making her look more like a rooster than a pirate. Their swings were pulled together, held there by his hand reaching behind her back and holding the chain on the far side. In his other hand he wielded a small plastic sword above his head. She had her arm casually around his neck.
If he remembered it right, the swing set was their pirate ship, and every pirate game they played was some variation of him rescuing her from danger. He had slain many imaginary rogues in her defense, and she had always shown her appreciation by hugging him tightly when he rescued her.
He was so engrossed in his memories, he hadn’t heard the water shut off. He was startled by the bathroom door opening, and almost panicked. But he moved quickly back to his standing spot, just in time as Sam re-entered her room, closing the door behind her. Once again, he had to calm his breathing so she wouldn’t hear.
She was now wearing the pink robe, and her hair was wrapped turban-like with a blue towel. It was a perfect looking turban too, and he thought it must be an innate talent for girls to do that, since his sister Jenny’s always looked just as good.
Sitting down on the bed, she took a long drink of the lemonade, and removed the towel from her head. Wet, her hair looked more brown than red, but as she dried it with the towel the color returned. She removed a brush from a drawer and combed it through her hair.
He watched with interest. It wasn’t as good as seeing her naked, but it was still fascinating watching someone who thought they were alone. She looked so natural sitting there, and he felt close to her.
When Sam put the brush away, she retrieved a bottle of skin lotion. His attention perked up. This should be interesting.
Undoing the belt of the robe, she pushed it off both shoulders. It fell back on the bed, leaving her completely naked. She was sitting sideways to him, and all he saw was her profile, but what a beautiful profile it was. Her now familiar breasts were still standing proud, although they were a little farther away than the close-up view he had enjoyed earlier. Looking down between her legs, he could see the top of her pubic hair, a lovely shade of reddish brown.
She began spreading the lotion on herself, squirting some into her palm and working it into her skin. Her arms were first, and then she moved onto her breasts, holding each in one hand while smoothing the lotion on with the other. She spent a little extra time at each nipple, and he could see them harden again. He imagined himself placing his mouth on one, and feeling it tighten against his tongue. His cock hardened at the thought.
The strawberry scent of the lotion reached him, and he breathed it in deeply. Sam’s hands moved downwards, doing her stomach next and then onto the tops of her legs. She had to spread them slightly to reach her inner thighs, and he wished he was watching from that side of the room. Her lower legs were next, and she propped each ankle on the opposing knee as she worked the skin.
He could have watched her do this all day, but she put the lotion away, and he wondered what was next. Was it pajama time? He wondered what she wore to bed.
But instead she surprised him by propping up her pillows, pulling the light cover down, and lying back on the bed. He wondered if she was going to sleep, even though it was only around nine o’clock. Did she really sleep in the nude? The thought excited him. But if she was going to bed, why hadn’t she turned off the lights?
The way she was laying, he had a great view between her slightly spread legs. He could barely make out the line of her lips amid the curly hairs. He wished he could get a closer look, but decided not to risk it.
Her hands returned to her breasts, and at first he thought she was putting on more lotion. She cupped them softly, tracing her fingers in gentle circles around her areola, and for the third time since he’d been watching, her nipples stiffened to hardness. She played her fingernails lightly over the rigid bumps, flicking them softly. Her breathing picked up, and it dawned on him what she was doing.
She was masturbating! Jacking off. Or whatever it’s called when a girl does it. His cock, which was semi-hard, became like a rock instantly. He had done this to himself many times, and he heard girls did it too, but never believed it. But here he was, with a front row seat for a personal demonstration.
She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. She let out a soft moan and squeezed harder, her hips reflexively moving in a slow rhythm.
His eyes opened wide, and he tried to take in every detail of the scene before him. He wanted to store it away in his memory, so he could pull it out whenever he wanted.
Sam’s hand slid down over her smooth stomach and brushed through the soft curls of her pubic hair. She cupped her mound as her legs spread a bit wider, and she held her pussy as if protecting it, her hand moving in slow small circles.
Her middle finger slipped between her lips, and she let out another quiet moan. Her legs spread wider, and she pulled her feet up and her knees outward, exposing her entire pussy to his gaze. Her hips rocked a slow rhythm back against her fingers, and her moans were more pronounced.
He wanted to get closer. She was making enough noise that any small sound he made would go unnoticed. He carefully stepped out of his hiding place, making sure not to bump the lamp on his way out. Taking a slow step forward, he stood at the foot of her bed, staring down between her open legs. Her finger moved in a small circular motion, making soft wet noises.
From this angle he could also see her breasts better, watching them jiggle gently as her body moved. They fell slightly to each side, and her other hand was busy alternating between nipples, pinching and squeezing one and then the other. He never knew a girl would want their breasts to be treated this way, but she was clearly enjoying it.
Feeling bolder, he decided to get closer and quietly knelt at the foot of the bed, leaning over until he was only a few feet from Sam’s spread pussy. If she kicked out one of her legs, she would probably catch him in the face, but it was a chance worth taking. He could see all of her now.
He also noticed her scent. The aroma of her aroused pussy mixed with strawberries filled his senses, and he thought he had never smelled anything so good.
Her finger moved faster, making louder wet noises as it slid back and forth over the same spot. He could see the inner pink folds, wet and shiny from her juices.
He leaned forward a bit more, and now he was so close, he could have touched her. He wondered how she would react if he moved her finger out of the way and kissed her right there, right where she was touching. What would she taste like?
“Yes,” she said, almost inaudibly. It was the first word she had spoken since he had been there.
Her hips moved more urgently, pressing back hard against her own touch. Her breath became ragged, and small gasping moans filled the room. He watched her fingers quicken, the wetness covering them.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes” she whispered over and over, almost a chant.
Suddenly her body locked, her muscles tightening as her ass rose off the bed. Her legs spread even wider and her pussy pushed forward against her thrumming finger.
“Yes yes yes yes yes yes oh Jason, yes, uuuhhhhhhhhhhh…” her words trailed off into garbled moaning as her orgasm jolted through her body.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Spasms of visible pleasure racked her body as her face contorted in ecstasy.
After a few long moments, her body settled back down on the bed, her feet sliding downward over the sheets as her legs straightened out. Her breathing began to slow, and she seemed to be in a pleasurable dream state.
He still couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed. His onetime pirate damsel in distress had a mind-blowing orgasm right in front of him. He wondered if he was eventually going to wake up to discover this entire day was a fantastic dream.
Her breathing become shallow and he knew she was on her way to sleep. She moved once, shifting her body from its position on her back, to resting on her side with her legs curled upwards. Her bum was sticking out in his direction, and he saw that tuft of pubic hair again. She looked satisfied laying there, her breathing entering the calm rhythm of sleep.
He watched her for a few moments before deciding it was time to go. He took the covers at the bottom of the bed, and pulled them up over her, tucking them in lightly around her shoulders. She stirred slightly, murmured something, and returned to sleep.
He opened the door quietly and slipped out in the hall, looking at her one last time before shutting the door behind him.
As he made his way back to his house, he tried to remember if he had heard her correctly. Had she really cried out his name when she came?
Jason slumped back in his chair, bored out of his mind by the droning voice of Mr. Crocker, his science teacher. He usually enjoyed this class, but today he had other things to think about.
He couldn’t get last night out of his head. From the near-accident with the old man, to the discovery of the gift, to what he had witnessed with Sam, it was all a whirl of memories. When he awoke this morning, he was convinced it had been a dream. But he found the necklace where he had hidden it in the back of a drawer, and trying it on again proved it was all real.
He had made it back to his room last night without incident, and his mom hadn’t been up to check on him. Removing the necklace and laying down on his bed, his mind relived what he had seen Sam do. He grew hard from the memories, and began stroking his cock. When he finally came, he was imagining he was between Sam’s spread legs, watching her face as he slid into her.
Now here he was, trapped in a boring class, when he could be out having fun with his new toy. He ran his hand over the lump in his pocket to make sure it was still there.
At least Becky was here to provide some distraction. She sat two rows over from him, and one space forward, so he had a great view of her without her noticing. As usual, she was dressed stylishly, with a short gray skirt and a white blouse. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and she tapped her black high heels absently on floor. It was obvious she was as bored as he was.
He tried to imagine what she would look like naked, but every time he tried, all he could see was Sam. Which was odd because they were nothing alike physically. Where Sam was all curves and fullness, Becky was thin and athletic. Her breasts looked big, but that was partly because they were sitting on her petite cheerleader frame.
He grinned to himself when he realized he no longer had to imagine anything. With the necklace, he was sure he could find a way to discover for himself exactly what Becky looked like nude.
He hadn’t seen Sam yet today. They didn’t have any classes together this semester, but sometimes he would see her in the halls. On one hand he was looking forward to seeing her, but on the other he wasn’t sure he could hide his secret. How could he look her in the eyes and not give it away?
The bell finally sounded and Jason went out into the hall, milling around with the rest of the crowd, losing himself in the noise of excited chatter and banging lockers.
“Jason! Hey Jason!”
He heard a familiar voice calling his name, but looked around and couldn’t find the person he knew it had come from.
“Over here dude!!”
He turned and looked in the direction of the voice, and spotted his friend Danny Mazzelli waving to him from his locker. He headed on over.
He and Danny went way back, almost as far as he did with Sam. They had hung out with a group of kids growing up, but they were the only two who had remained good friends all through high school. They were a bit mismatched, but that probably added to their chemistry. Where Jason had the brains, Danny had the brawn, and was involved in practically every sport the school had to offer. But where he really excelled was football, where the crowds would chant “Double Z!” as he quarterbacked the team to two straight state championships, the last one a few months ago. He had been offered several scholarships, some from national schools, but decided to accept the one from the local state college.
And along with that came the girls. He would tell Jason stories of how they would throw themselves at him, offering him anything to be alone with him. Jason would listen to his stories with amazement, wishing just one girl would come after him that way. Danny once confided to him that it wasn’t limited to the girls, and some of the mothers of students would approach him. Shocked, Jason had asked him if he’d ever taken any of them up on it, but Danny just replied with a smile.
Being Danny’s friend had its benefits. Once, in tenth grade, some senior football players had cornered Jason in a bathroom, and were threatening to shove his head in the toilet. Fortunately, a teacher walked in, and Jason was spared that humiliation. Danny, who was already the starting varsity quarterback at the time, heard about it, and the next day the three bullies approached Jason at his locker. He thought they were there to pick up where they had left off the day before, but was surprised when they apologized to him, and said it would never happen again. He never spoke about it with Danny, but he knew what his friend had done. From that point on he was never bothered again.
But it wasn’t a one-way deal. Jason pulled him out of some spots too, mostly with helping him get through his classes with passing grades. When the scholarship offers were coming in, Danny was in danger of losing them all if he didn’t get his grades up. For two straight weeks, Jason had Danny over at his house after school, and they went through his homework over and over until Danny got it. The next week, he passed all his tests easily, and his scholarship was safe.
But what Jason appreciated most about Danny was something that was unspoken between them. Of all the girls Danny could have, he never went after Becky Johnson. He knew how Jason felt about her, and considered her off-limits. And while he told stories about the other cheerleaders and their sexual antics during the long bus trips, he never said anything about Becky. Jason always assumed this wasn’t because there was nothing to tell – he wasn’t that naïve – but because Danny knew it would hurt him to hear those things.
“What’s up nerd?” Danny said, grinning.
“Nothing much monkey,” Jason replied, “Anything new with you?” If there was anyone he could tell about the necklace, it would be Danny. But he wasn’t ready to share this secret yet.
“Just my party tonight, you coming?”
“Party? What party?”
“Dude!” exclaimed his friend, “I’ve been telling you about it for the past week. Big party out at Blue Lake to celebrate my scholarship. Everyone’s coming.”
Jason could swear this was the first he’d heard of it, but he did tend to be forgetful.
“Um, I guess I could make it,” he answered, wondering if there would be any way to use the necklace out there. Probably not.
“You’ll be there,” Danny insisted, “In a way, it wouldn’t have been possible without you.”
Jason looked embarrassed. “That’s not true.”
“Just tell me you’re coming, alright?” his friend asked, and added with a grin, “And if you want, I promise you’ll get laid.”
“What, and pick up all the STDs you probably have?”
Danny laughed, picked up a book from his locker, and closed the door. He backed away in the direction of his next class. “Be there!” were his parting words as he turned and hurried off.
Finally, it was seventh period. Only forty-five minutes away from the weekend. For Jason, seventh period was a study hall with Mr. Greer. Mr. Greer was one of those teachers who were popular with the kids, but he always demanded those in his class do the work, and was hard on those who didn’t. Jason was one of his favorites because he always did well his class, maintaining a perfect 4.0 average.
Mr. Greer was known to be lenient with students he liked, so with thirty minutes to go before the end of class bell, Jason was antsy enough to leave that he thought he would risk asking.
“Mr. Greer,” he said, standing in front of the teacher’s desk, “is there any way I would be able to leave early today?”
The teacher looked up from the papers he was working on, peering over his glasses, giving Jason a quizzical glance. “Got somewhere important to go Mr. Ramsey?”
Jason considered lying, but decided to be honest. “Nope, not really. Just feel the need to get out.”
Mr. Greer smiled at him, seeming to appreciate his candor. “You and me both, Jason,” he said. “Unfortunately, it’s my job to be stuck here. You, on the other hand, aren’t under the same obligations. Go ahead, take off. Just don’t make a big deal out of it.”
“Thank you sir,” Jason said, and quickly went back to his desk to gather his things and leave.
A few minutes later he was walking across the parking lot behind the school, feeling free and happy, facing a long weekend to spend with his new gift. The possibilities were endless.
His path brought him right by the baseball field, where the girls’ varsity softball team was practicing. They practiced every day at this time, earning their gym credits for the semester this way, instead of a normal gym class. He usually saw them trekking back to the gym as he was leaving school, heading for their showers before making their way home.
He stopped. Of course! The showers! Why hadn’t he thought of this? Here was the perfect opportunity to use the necklace, and he almost passed it up. He veered towards the gym, finding an open door and headed for the boys’ locker room.
He found an unused locker near the back of the room, along the wall and hidden from anyone who would come in. He quickly stripped his clothes off and placed them in the locker. Retrieving the necklace from his pants pocket, he glanced around to make sure no one could see him, and put the necklace on. After holding his hand up to verify it couldn’t be seen, he was ready to go.
He had thought walking outside while nude was weird, but it was nothing compared to walking naked across the middle of the school gym. The girls’ locker room was at the opposite end, and as he made his way across, he couldn’t help but think about all the times this place was filled with students. And here he was, naked and walking out in the open. Although he knew he couldn’t be seen, he instinctively held his hands over his cock and balls as he walked, covering them.
The girls’ locker room was set up like the boys’, but as a mirror image. The teacher’s office was to the right as he came in, instead of the left as in the boys’. The showers were on the opposite end, with one part sectioned off as a lavatory. There were differences though.
First off, it was very pink in here. Both the walls and the lockers were pink, and it looked like it had been painted more recently than the boys’ room. Or it could have been the color that made it appear that way, with the boys’ room painted a drab green. The shower area was also different. The main section was smaller, and it was surrounded by small stalls with doors that contained individual shower heads. He guessed some girls liked their privacy.
The bathroom was slightly different too, having six stalls instead of the boys’ two, and no urinals, for obvious reasons. There were also several tampon and sanitary pad dispensers on the wall, and they reminded him of an incident from several years ago.
He was in ninth grade, and they were playing dodge ball in boys’ gym class. The teacher had left them alone, and some of the bigger kids were teasing one of the smaller ones, a strange boy named Oscar Benton. But the little guy was standing up to them, giving back as good as he was getting. At one point he claimed they didn’t have half the balls he had. When they laughed at him, he dared them to run into the girls’ locker room. They glanced over at the forbidden entrance with frowns on their faces, and laughed nervously. Oscar began squawking like a chicken, which brought laughs from the rest of the class. Of course, next came the inevitable, “If you’re so brave, let’s see you do it.”
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