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Amorous Goods: The Mirror & The Ring Part 1
Amorous
Goods: The Mirror
Middle-aged man buys
an intriguing object.
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
Prologue:
A
lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining
relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of
administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However,
she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted
with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
The
bell above the door chimed as JT walks into the store. JT is an overweight
middle aged man. His thin brown hair was falling out, leaving him with a big
bald spot on top of his head. His brown eyes were flat and lifeless as if the
world had completely broken him. His clothes mismatched and making him look
decidedly worse rather than better.
Vikki
greets him with her usual bright cheery smile. Her voice sounding clearly from
the back of the store.
"Welcome
to Amorous Goods. Is there anything I can help you find?"
"No
thanks. I'm just looking." JT says.
JT
walks around the store at a leisurely pace. Stopping on occasion to look at something
or another.
He
comes to a full length mirror. Something about it catches his attention. He
looks into the mirror and sees a gorgeous woman. He looks behind him, but
there's no one there. He turns back to the mirror, and she is still there.
Her
legs are impossibly long. The black stiletto heels showing them off to their
best advantage. His eyes tracing up them. He imagines how they would feel
wrapped around him. Squeezing him as he pleasures her.
Her
short black dress fits her body like a second skin. Hugging her curves and
barely containing her big tits. For several minutes he watches the rise and
fall of her tits. Each time she breaths in it looks like her tits will simply
fall out of that dress.
He
finally makes way to her face. Her sweet angelic face. Her ruby red lips are
full and so kissable that he wants to dive into the mirror just to start
kissing her. Her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes seem to promise all sorts of
pleasures. Her scarlet hair falling down almost to her waist in waves.
The
girl in the mirror smiles at him. He feels like he is the only person to ever
get to see that smile. His heart races as he continues to stare at her. His
cock straining against his pants. He tries to readjust, but it does no good.
Her
mouth opens and she mouths something to him. He watches her lips closely. She
mouth something to him again.
"Buy
the mirror, and I will be yours." Her smile seductive.
JT
nods his head, and her image disappears. The last part to fade away is her ruby
red lips.
"Excuse
me Ms." JT calls out.
"Yes
sir." Vikki says as she comes from behind the counter.
"I
was wondering how much this mirror is?" He states.
Vikki
looks for the tag but isn't able to find one. She looks the mirror over as if
trying to decide something.
"How
does a hundred sound?" She asks after a few moments.
"I
can do that." He states as he reaches back for his wallet.
Vikki
takes hold of the mirror and rolls it with her to the front counter. She rings
it up, and JT hands over his debit card.
He
impatiently waits for the transaction to go through. When it does he signs the
receipt and takes the mirror back home. The entire way he swears he can feel
warmth coming from the mirror, yet the woman is not there.
When
he gets home, JT puts the mirror in his bedroom. He sits down on the bed and
looks into the mirror. Slowly the woman comes back. It looks as if she's
sitting on the bed next to him. JT looks next to him but of course she isn't
there.
He
looks back at her. "I want you." He confesses. "Will you come out
of the mirror?"
She
gives him a smile and points up. JT looks up and sees writing on the frame of
the mirror. He thinks it might be writing but it is in a language that he
doesn't know.
"I
don't know what I'm supposed to do." He says. His voice full of despair
and longing.
She
makes a gesture with her hands and mouths a few words. JT watches her.
Wondering what she's doing. She points up again. This time when JT looks up he
can read what is written.
"From
the inverse of time and space, I free you. Come to me Xenova."
He recites.
Xenova steps out of the mirror. Her perfect body moving
with a fluid grace that any athlete would love to have. Her blue eyes locked on
his.
"Oh
Master. Thank you for freeing me from that awful mirror. An evil wizard trapped
me in there, ages ago. I am yours now and forever more." She says right
before leaning in to give him a kiss.
Xenova presses up against JT Pressing him back onto the
bed. She straddles him. Kissing him passionately. JT responds in kind. Kissing
her. His hands caressing her back through the material of her black dress.
Xenova sits up, pulling her dress up over her head. JT
marvels at her lithe body. Her full perky tits. Her sleek midriff.
He
moans with desire and rolls her over so he's on top of her. Starting at his
lips he kisses his way down her magnificent body.
He
quickly undresses. Watching her reaction to see if she's put off by his naked
body. Just the opposite though. She stares at him while biting her lower lip.
Reaching up she pulls him back down on top of her.
She
reaches down between them, and takes his fully erect cock into her hands.
Squeezing it ever so gently as she guides him inside her.
JT
gasps in delight as he slides inside her. He delights in how she is just tight
enough for him to slip inside of, yet also tight enough that there is
frictions.
JT
starts pounding into her. Her cries echoing in his small bedroom. J Tee�s mind
a complete blank as his body takes over.
A
loud frantic knock sounds just as JT is about to finish. JT tries to ignore it.
Nothing is more important to him at that moment then filling her with his seed.
"Sir?
It's Vikki. From Amorous Goods. It's imperative that I speak with you. That
mirror you bought wasn't supposed to be on the floor yet. A Succubus was
trapped inside and I haven't had time to get her out yet."
Something
about the word succubus filled JT with dread, yet he couldn't stop himself. His
need for her so absolute that nothing else mattered.
JT
felt his body clench as he began to cum. Xenova
holding him against her as he squirted thick stringy ropes of cum into her.
JT
could hear Vikki trying to get into the apartment, but he couldn't move. Xenova opened her mouth and sucked his soul from his body.
When she finished his body had shrunken. His life extinguished.
Xenova got up and got dressed again. Vikki and another guy
burst in just as she finishes dressing. She smiles at them, and jumps out the
window. Vikki runs to the window and looks out. Watching as Xenova
flies away.
"Come
on Mark. I guess we better find out what to do about this one. You really need
to be more careful with what you put on the floor to sell."
To
be continued, in the series, Amorous
Goods; a collaborative storyline for Literotica
Amorous Goods: The Ring - Part 1
Why do her boobs
look bigger?
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
"Are
you sure this is the right way?" Rebecca asked me.
"No,
not really, Michelle. It's a small town around here somewhere, though," I
said.
"What's
it called, at least? There's a signpost coming up," Rebecca said.
"Middletown,
what else? It's right, smack, dab in the middle of nowhere," I said.
"You
got that right," Rebecca replied. "Remind me again why we're doing
this? And Michelle? Please don't say again, it came to you in a dream!"
"I
told you: I saw a little squib about an estate sale in Middletown. We haven't
been to an estate sale in months, and I'll just bet there's some great antiques
there. I know you love antiques. Hell, we both do! Also, it came to me in a
dream," I said. Rebecca was looking at Google Maps on her phone.
"Take
your next left," she said. Then she glared at me.
"Boy,
this town is small! It's got like five stores total, and that includes the
grocery store and the general store. This place has to be it," Rebecca
said.
"Yep.
See the small sign in the corner of the window? It says Estate Sales." I
replied.
"The
sign above the door, painted rather poorly I might add, says Amorous Goods.
What the bleep does that mean?" Rebecca asked. "At least they spelled
Amorous correctly."
"Let's
go inside and find out," I said, and I opened the door, causing a small
bell to tinkle. A thirties something woman emerged from a back room, sweeping
her dirty blonde, longish hair from out of her right eye, and she looked at us
squarely.
"Welcome
to my store, Amorous Goods. I'm Vikki," she said.
"I'm
Michelle, and this is Rebecca. We thought the store was called Estate Sales R Us.
Is this not an estate sales store?" I asked. I was confused, because what
was inside the store looked exactly like the estate sales Rebecca and I have
enjoyed haunting for the last couple of years, but the store name didn't fit.
The furniture was so pretty, my mouth was watering. My apartment was still
seriously under furnished. It's hard, when all that you want is antiques.
"Oh,
yes, definitely, but now I've devoted it to just one estate: that of my Great
Aunt. She was a collector, you see, and what you see here is only around a
tenth of her collection! Her estate will keep me occupied for years, I
guess," Vikki said.
"Why
did you rename the store Amorous Goods?" Rebecca asked. "We almost
drove right past it."
"I
did it as a warning. My Great Aunt Elizabeth Jackson Howe was an enchantress,
you see, and a random subset of her estate is magically charmed. Don't worry,
though, she was a good witch. You have nothing to fear, unless you're averse to
sex and love, and nobody really is, right?" Vikki said.
Vikki
said it fast, nervously. Actually, I felt she was a highly nervous person. Her
hair was back in her eyes. She nervously brushed it away again. I idly wondered
how many times each day she did that?
"Anyway,
look around, and I hope you enjoy yourself. I'll be in the back room in case
you need me for questions, okay? Just ring the bell," Vikki said,
gesturing to a chiffereau in the center of the store,
which had a cleverly positioned bell in it. The chiffereau
was made of bird's eye maple, and polished to a shine.
We
both said thanks, and we began to look around. Clearly Vikki was a little nuts,
but the pieces at the estate sale of her Great Aunt Elizabeth were stunning,
and looked to be worth a fortune. They were priced accordingly, however, and
were way out of my range. Rebecca was rich (inherited money) however, and she
looked over things carefully, while I just walked around and drooled.
I
was disappointed. The whole point of estate sales, as opposed to antique shops;
was to find fabulous bargains, and clearly there were none here to be had.
None, that is, until I got to the jewelry counter. There was a ring made of 14
carat solid gold, with diamonds encrusting one small part of it, and the price
was $100. It was priced at least ten times too little; many even twenty times,
fifty times, or more! It came with a matching bracelet, and necklace. They too
were priced absurdly low.
I
called Vikki but she must not have heard me, for she did not come. I finally
thought to ring the little tinkling bell on a shelf of the chiffereau,
as she had said we should do. Immediately she was there, right behind me,
saying, "Yes, Michelle. How can I help you?" I wondered how she had
done that so fast, without me seeing her?
"I'd
like to try on some of this jewelry, if I may?" I asked.
"Yes,
of course. You have a good eye. They're really beautiful pieces," Vikki
said. Vikki was right!
"If
I may ask, is the ring solid gold, and are the diamonds encrusting it real
diamonds?"
"Yes,
exactly," Vikki replied.
"Why
is it so cheap?" I asked. I didn't want to take advantage of Vikki. Maybe
she had just left off some zeroes or something?
"Oh,
yes. Well. You see, a woman already bought the ring, the bracelet, and the
necklace, and she paid full price: $16,000 in total, plus tax. It seems,
however, that the jewelry she bought is enchanted, and the woman freaked out to
such an extent that she returned them. I offered to return her money, but she
just fled. So, I priced them to move. I don't want anyone returning them again,
nor do I want to profit from her unhappiness," Vikki said. "Returning
them to me, you see, seems to be the only way to break the charm."
"The
charm?" I asked.
"Oh
yes, you remember I told you a random subset of objects on sale here are
charmed? Mostly I don't know which ones are charmed, but from what that woman
said, this set of jewelry is most definitely charmed!" Vikki said.
"What
happened to make her think that?" I asked.
"She
wouldn't say. She mumbled something about too much sex. It didn't make a lot of
sense to me. She said she almost lost her husband because of it. Primarily, she
seemed anxious to put some serious distance between her and the jewelry as fast
as possible. Say, you're not married, right?" Vikki asked.
I
laughed. "Far from it. I'm almost a virgin and have no prospects right
now," I said.
"I
like the concept of being almost a virgin," Vikki said, clearly amused by
my diction. I had said too much.
"It's
a long, complicated story," I said, in that tone of voice we all know how
to use to end a topic of discussion.
"I'm
sure it is. Well, if I may say so, you look stunning in the jewelry. Did you
notice how the ring almost glows on your finger?" Vikki asked. "It's
good that you're not married."
"You
do look gorgeous in it," Rebecca added.
I
looked in the mirror. Wow. If there were a ten-point scale of prettiness, then
(let's say) before the jewelry I had been a five, or maybe on a good day a six.
While wearing the jewelry, however, I was a nine! Probably I was a ten, but
modesty prevents me from saying that. It was amazing, and amazing in a good
way. Vikki was right: The ring appeared to be positively glowing!
"Why
is it good I'm not married?" I asked. Vikki looked as if she had regretted
saying that. There was a little back and forth, but I insisted she answer.
"Not
all husbands are understanding if, for example, you were to kiss another
man," Vikki said.
"Oh,
I see!" I said, even if I didn't, and then the three of us laughed. This
whole enchanted jewelry thing was nonsense, but I was getting a true bargain;
almost a steal!
"I'm
glad you got the jewelry," Rebecca said. "You look stunning in it!
You really do. I know you're wearing only the ring, but it even brightens up
your face, somehow!"
"I
still can't get over how cheap it was," I said.
"It's
probably just paste," Rebecca said. "The point is, it fits you. You
look great with even only just the ring."
"No,
I think it's real. I worked at my Uncle Jim's jewelry store summers, and after
school, as a kid. I know fake from real. This looked real," I said.
"Back then, I saw women come in wanting us to buy their engagement rings,
with diamonds on them the size of Montana. Often, they were just gold plate and
the stones were cubic zirconium, and I had to deal with breaking the news to
them. It was heartbreaking. The same with their gold band wedding rings."
"How
can you tell solid gold from gold plate, just by looking?" Becca asked.
"Weight.
Gold plate weighs significantly more. Trust me, Becca, vee
have our vays!" and I said it with a fake Nazi
accent.
"Real
or fake, it looks great on you, and you look stunning when you wear it. Say,
this is going to sound weird, but did your boobs grow recently?" Rebecca
asked.
"You
mean like today? Like, since I slipped on this ring; which, by the way, fits me
perfectly? My bra does suddenly feel kind of tight," I said. "I'm
having my period, so maybe that's why my boobs are a little bigger. Do they
look good bigger?" I had always been flat chested, and spent my
adolescence waiting for my boobs to grow, which they never did. Until now, it
seemed, after I had become resigned to a flat chested life.
"Well,
I'm not a guy, but if I were one, then yeah, they'd be mighty fine. Mighty
fine," Becca said. "What's going on, Michelle?"
"Damned
if I know," I replied.
"If
I may ask, why do you always say you're almost a virgin?" Rebecca asked.
"It's
a long, and complicated story," I replied using a certain tone of voice
that indicates that's all I wanted to say. It didn't work.
"It's
a long drive back home; three she hours at least. Spill, Michelle," Becca
said. So, I finally told someone. I had never told anyone any of it before.
"I
had sex my freshman year, one time, one night," I said.
"Everyone
did. That's not a big deal, but it's reassuring to hear you're more normal than
I thought," Becca said.
I
shot her a look, even though I was driving. "That's it? That's the whole
story?" she said.
"No.
It was at a Halloween party, off campus. At a certain time of the party, my
memories stop. I woke up, alone, the next morning, in my own bed, with a sore
vagina, and it was matted with cum," I said.
"Yeah,
that sort of thing has happened to me, too. To lots of us girls," Becca
said.
"I
have no memory of it. None. I don't even have a clue who the guy or guys
were!" I said. "I had been a virgin, it was my first time, and it's
all a blank." As I remembered it, I was sort of reliving the horror of it
all.
"Guy
or guys? More than one?" Becca asked. How did Becca know to ask that
particular question?
"My
mouth tasted of cum, I felt nauseated, there was cum matted around my pussy and
all over my boobs, I was naked, and I had been fucked in the ass, too. Can only
one man do all that?" I asked.
"I
see what you mean," Becca said. "Wow, that's bad. No memory at
all?"
"None.
If it weren't for all the cum all over me and how
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By Steamy StoriesAmorous
Goods: The Mirror
Middle-aged man buys
an intriguing object.
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
Prologue:
A
lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining
relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of
administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However,
she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted
with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
The
bell above the door chimed as JT walks into the store. JT is an overweight
middle aged man. His thin brown hair was falling out, leaving him with a big
bald spot on top of his head. His brown eyes were flat and lifeless as if the
world had completely broken him. His clothes mismatched and making him look
decidedly worse rather than better.
Vikki
greets him with her usual bright cheery smile. Her voice sounding clearly from
the back of the store.
"Welcome
to Amorous Goods. Is there anything I can help you find?"
"No
thanks. I'm just looking." JT says.
JT
walks around the store at a leisurely pace. Stopping on occasion to look at something
or another.
He
comes to a full length mirror. Something about it catches his attention. He
looks into the mirror and sees a gorgeous woman. He looks behind him, but
there's no one there. He turns back to the mirror, and she is still there.
Her
legs are impossibly long. The black stiletto heels showing them off to their
best advantage. His eyes tracing up them. He imagines how they would feel
wrapped around him. Squeezing him as he pleasures her.
Her
short black dress fits her body like a second skin. Hugging her curves and
barely containing her big tits. For several minutes he watches the rise and
fall of her tits. Each time she breaths in it looks like her tits will simply
fall out of that dress.
He
finally makes way to her face. Her sweet angelic face. Her ruby red lips are
full and so kissable that he wants to dive into the mirror just to start
kissing her. Her hauntingly beautiful blue eyes seem to promise all sorts of
pleasures. Her scarlet hair falling down almost to her waist in waves.
The
girl in the mirror smiles at him. He feels like he is the only person to ever
get to see that smile. His heart races as he continues to stare at her. His
cock straining against his pants. He tries to readjust, but it does no good.
Her
mouth opens and she mouths something to him. He watches her lips closely. She
mouth something to him again.
"Buy
the mirror, and I will be yours." Her smile seductive.
JT
nods his head, and her image disappears. The last part to fade away is her ruby
red lips.
"Excuse
me Ms." JT calls out.
"Yes
sir." Vikki says as she comes from behind the counter.
"I
was wondering how much this mirror is?" He states.
Vikki
looks for the tag but isn't able to find one. She looks the mirror over as if
trying to decide something.
"How
does a hundred sound?" She asks after a few moments.
"I
can do that." He states as he reaches back for his wallet.
Vikki
takes hold of the mirror and rolls it with her to the front counter. She rings
it up, and JT hands over his debit card.
He
impatiently waits for the transaction to go through. When it does he signs the
receipt and takes the mirror back home. The entire way he swears he can feel
warmth coming from the mirror, yet the woman is not there.
When
he gets home, JT puts the mirror in his bedroom. He sits down on the bed and
looks into the mirror. Slowly the woman comes back. It looks as if she's
sitting on the bed next to him. JT looks next to him but of course she isn't
there.
He
looks back at her. "I want you." He confesses. "Will you come out
of the mirror?"
She
gives him a smile and points up. JT looks up and sees writing on the frame of
the mirror. He thinks it might be writing but it is in a language that he
doesn't know.
"I
don't know what I'm supposed to do." He says. His voice full of despair
and longing.
She
makes a gesture with her hands and mouths a few words. JT watches her.
Wondering what she's doing. She points up again. This time when JT looks up he
can read what is written.
"From
the inverse of time and space, I free you. Come to me Xenova."
He recites.
Xenova steps out of the mirror. Her perfect body moving
with a fluid grace that any athlete would love to have. Her blue eyes locked on
his.
"Oh
Master. Thank you for freeing me from that awful mirror. An evil wizard trapped
me in there, ages ago. I am yours now and forever more." She says right
before leaning in to give him a kiss.
Xenova presses up against JT Pressing him back onto the
bed. She straddles him. Kissing him passionately. JT responds in kind. Kissing
her. His hands caressing her back through the material of her black dress.
Xenova sits up, pulling her dress up over her head. JT
marvels at her lithe body. Her full perky tits. Her sleek midriff.
He
moans with desire and rolls her over so he's on top of her. Starting at his
lips he kisses his way down her magnificent body.
He
quickly undresses. Watching her reaction to see if she's put off by his naked
body. Just the opposite though. She stares at him while biting her lower lip.
Reaching up she pulls him back down on top of her.
She
reaches down between them, and takes his fully erect cock into her hands.
Squeezing it ever so gently as she guides him inside her.
JT
gasps in delight as he slides inside her. He delights in how she is just tight
enough for him to slip inside of, yet also tight enough that there is
frictions.
JT
starts pounding into her. Her cries echoing in his small bedroom. J Tee�s mind
a complete blank as his body takes over.
A
loud frantic knock sounds just as JT is about to finish. JT tries to ignore it.
Nothing is more important to him at that moment then filling her with his seed.
"Sir?
It's Vikki. From Amorous Goods. It's imperative that I speak with you. That
mirror you bought wasn't supposed to be on the floor yet. A Succubus was
trapped inside and I haven't had time to get her out yet."
Something
about the word succubus filled JT with dread, yet he couldn't stop himself. His
need for her so absolute that nothing else mattered.
JT
felt his body clench as he began to cum. Xenova
holding him against her as he squirted thick stringy ropes of cum into her.
JT
could hear Vikki trying to get into the apartment, but he couldn't move. Xenova opened her mouth and sucked his soul from his body.
When she finished his body had shrunken. His life extinguished.
Xenova got up and got dressed again. Vikki and another guy
burst in just as she finishes dressing. She smiles at them, and jumps out the
window. Vikki runs to the window and looks out. Watching as Xenova
flies away.
"Come
on Mark. I guess we better find out what to do about this one. You really need
to be more careful with what you put on the floor to sell."
To
be continued, in the series, Amorous
Goods; a collaborative storyline for Literotica
Amorous Goods: The Ring - Part 1
Why do her boobs
look bigger?
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit
Novels.
"Are
you sure this is the right way?" Rebecca asked me.
"No,
not really, Michelle. It's a small town around here somewhere, though," I
said.
"What's
it called, at least? There's a signpost coming up," Rebecca said.
"Middletown,
what else? It's right, smack, dab in the middle of nowhere," I said.
"You
got that right," Rebecca replied. "Remind me again why we're doing
this? And Michelle? Please don't say again, it came to you in a dream!"
"I
told you: I saw a little squib about an estate sale in Middletown. We haven't
been to an estate sale in months, and I'll just bet there's some great antiques
there. I know you love antiques. Hell, we both do! Also, it came to me in a
dream," I said. Rebecca was looking at Google Maps on her phone.
"Take
your next left," she said. Then she glared at me.
"Boy,
this town is small! It's got like five stores total, and that includes the
grocery store and the general store. This place has to be it," Rebecca
said.
"Yep.
See the small sign in the corner of the window? It says Estate Sales." I
replied.
"The
sign above the door, painted rather poorly I might add, says Amorous Goods.
What the bleep does that mean?" Rebecca asked. "At least they spelled
Amorous correctly."
"Let's
go inside and find out," I said, and I opened the door, causing a small
bell to tinkle. A thirties something woman emerged from a back room, sweeping
her dirty blonde, longish hair from out of her right eye, and she looked at us
squarely.
"Welcome
to my store, Amorous Goods. I'm Vikki," she said.
"I'm
Michelle, and this is Rebecca. We thought the store was called Estate Sales R Us.
Is this not an estate sales store?" I asked. I was confused, because what
was inside the store looked exactly like the estate sales Rebecca and I have
enjoyed haunting for the last couple of years, but the store name didn't fit.
The furniture was so pretty, my mouth was watering. My apartment was still
seriously under furnished. It's hard, when all that you want is antiques.
"Oh,
yes, definitely, but now I've devoted it to just one estate: that of my Great
Aunt. She was a collector, you see, and what you see here is only around a
tenth of her collection! Her estate will keep me occupied for years, I
guess," Vikki said.
"Why
did you rename the store Amorous Goods?" Rebecca asked. "We almost
drove right past it."
"I
did it as a warning. My Great Aunt Elizabeth Jackson Howe was an enchantress,
you see, and a random subset of her estate is magically charmed. Don't worry,
though, she was a good witch. You have nothing to fear, unless you're averse to
sex and love, and nobody really is, right?" Vikki said.
Vikki
said it fast, nervously. Actually, I felt she was a highly nervous person. Her
hair was back in her eyes. She nervously brushed it away again. I idly wondered
how many times each day she did that?
"Anyway,
look around, and I hope you enjoy yourself. I'll be in the back room in case
you need me for questions, okay? Just ring the bell," Vikki said,
gesturing to a chiffereau in the center of the store,
which had a cleverly positioned bell in it. The chiffereau
was made of bird's eye maple, and polished to a shine.
We
both said thanks, and we began to look around. Clearly Vikki was a little nuts,
but the pieces at the estate sale of her Great Aunt Elizabeth were stunning,
and looked to be worth a fortune. They were priced accordingly, however, and
were way out of my range. Rebecca was rich (inherited money) however, and she
looked over things carefully, while I just walked around and drooled.
I
was disappointed. The whole point of estate sales, as opposed to antique shops;
was to find fabulous bargains, and clearly there were none here to be had.
None, that is, until I got to the jewelry counter. There was a ring made of 14
carat solid gold, with diamonds encrusting one small part of it, and the price
was $100. It was priced at least ten times too little; many even twenty times,
fifty times, or more! It came with a matching bracelet, and necklace. They too
were priced absurdly low.
I
called Vikki but she must not have heard me, for she did not come. I finally
thought to ring the little tinkling bell on a shelf of the chiffereau,
as she had said we should do. Immediately she was there, right behind me,
saying, "Yes, Michelle. How can I help you?" I wondered how she had
done that so fast, without me seeing her?
"I'd
like to try on some of this jewelry, if I may?" I asked.
"Yes,
of course. You have a good eye. They're really beautiful pieces," Vikki
said. Vikki was right!
"If
I may ask, is the ring solid gold, and are the diamonds encrusting it real
diamonds?"
"Yes,
exactly," Vikki replied.
"Why
is it so cheap?" I asked. I didn't want to take advantage of Vikki. Maybe
she had just left off some zeroes or something?
"Oh,
yes. Well. You see, a woman already bought the ring, the bracelet, and the
necklace, and she paid full price: $16,000 in total, plus tax. It seems,
however, that the jewelry she bought is enchanted, and the woman freaked out to
such an extent that she returned them. I offered to return her money, but she
just fled. So, I priced them to move. I don't want anyone returning them again,
nor do I want to profit from her unhappiness," Vikki said. "Returning
them to me, you see, seems to be the only way to break the charm."
"The
charm?" I asked.
"Oh
yes, you remember I told you a random subset of objects on sale here are
charmed? Mostly I don't know which ones are charmed, but from what that woman
said, this set of jewelry is most definitely charmed!" Vikki said.
"What
happened to make her think that?" I asked.
"She
wouldn't say. She mumbled something about too much sex. It didn't make a lot of
sense to me. She said she almost lost her husband because of it. Primarily, she
seemed anxious to put some serious distance between her and the jewelry as fast
as possible. Say, you're not married, right?" Vikki asked.
I
laughed. "Far from it. I'm almost a virgin and have no prospects right
now," I said.
"I
like the concept of being almost a virgin," Vikki said, clearly amused by
my diction. I had said too much.
"It's
a long, complicated story," I said, in that tone of voice we all know how
to use to end a topic of discussion.
"I'm
sure it is. Well, if I may say so, you look stunning in the jewelry. Did you
notice how the ring almost glows on your finger?" Vikki asked. "It's
good that you're not married."
"You
do look gorgeous in it," Rebecca added.
I
looked in the mirror. Wow. If there were a ten-point scale of prettiness, then
(let's say) before the jewelry I had been a five, or maybe on a good day a six.
While wearing the jewelry, however, I was a nine! Probably I was a ten, but
modesty prevents me from saying that. It was amazing, and amazing in a good
way. Vikki was right: The ring appeared to be positively glowing!
"Why
is it good I'm not married?" I asked. Vikki looked as if she had regretted
saying that. There was a little back and forth, but I insisted she answer.
"Not
all husbands are understanding if, for example, you were to kiss another
man," Vikki said.
"Oh,
I see!" I said, even if I didn't, and then the three of us laughed. This
whole enchanted jewelry thing was nonsense, but I was getting a true bargain;
almost a steal!
"I'm
glad you got the jewelry," Rebecca said. "You look stunning in it!
You really do. I know you're wearing only the ring, but it even brightens up
your face, somehow!"
"I
still can't get over how cheap it was," I said.
"It's
probably just paste," Rebecca said. "The point is, it fits you. You
look great with even only just the ring."
"No,
I think it's real. I worked at my Uncle Jim's jewelry store summers, and after
school, as a kid. I know fake from real. This looked real," I said.
"Back then, I saw women come in wanting us to buy their engagement rings,
with diamonds on them the size of Montana. Often, they were just gold plate and
the stones were cubic zirconium, and I had to deal with breaking the news to
them. It was heartbreaking. The same with their gold band wedding rings."
"How
can you tell solid gold from gold plate, just by looking?" Becca asked.
"Weight.
Gold plate weighs significantly more. Trust me, Becca, vee
have our vays!" and I said it with a fake Nazi
accent.
"Real
or fake, it looks great on you, and you look stunning when you wear it. Say,
this is going to sound weird, but did your boobs grow recently?" Rebecca
asked.
"You
mean like today? Like, since I slipped on this ring; which, by the way, fits me
perfectly? My bra does suddenly feel kind of tight," I said. "I'm
having my period, so maybe that's why my boobs are a little bigger. Do they
look good bigger?" I had always been flat chested, and spent my
adolescence waiting for my boobs to grow, which they never did. Until now, it
seemed, after I had become resigned to a flat chested life.
"Well,
I'm not a guy, but if I were one, then yeah, they'd be mighty fine. Mighty
fine," Becca said. "What's going on, Michelle?"
"Damned
if I know," I replied.
"If
I may ask, why do you always say you're almost a virgin?" Rebecca asked.
"It's
a long, and complicated story," I replied using a certain tone of voice
that indicates that's all I wanted to say. It didn't work.
"It's
a long drive back home; three she hours at least. Spill, Michelle," Becca
said. So, I finally told someone. I had never told anyone any of it before.
"I
had sex my freshman year, one time, one night," I said.
"Everyone
did. That's not a big deal, but it's reassuring to hear you're more normal than
I thought," Becca said.
I
shot her a look, even though I was driving. "That's it? That's the whole
story?" she said.
"No.
It was at a Halloween party, off campus. At a certain time of the party, my
memories stop. I woke up, alone, the next morning, in my own bed, with a sore
vagina, and it was matted with cum," I said.
"Yeah,
that sort of thing has happened to me, too. To lots of us girls," Becca
said.
"I
have no memory of it. None. I don't even have a clue who the guy or guys
were!" I said. "I had been a virgin, it was my first time, and it's
all a blank." As I remembered it, I was sort of reliving the horror of it
all.
"Guy
or guys? More than one?" Becca asked. How did Becca know to ask that
particular question?
"My
mouth tasted of cum, I felt nauseated, there was cum matted around my pussy and
all over my boobs, I was naked, and I had been fucked in the ass, too. Can only
one man do all that?" I asked.
"I
see what you mean," Becca said. "Wow, that's bad. No memory at
all?"
"None.
If it weren't for all the cum all over me and how