Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: wandrer
Title: Marked
Part: Chapter 1
Keywords: mc, mf, mast, tattoo
Summary: A boy gets his innocent girlfriend marked with a magical tattoo
that slowly changes her into a much more sexual creature.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of adult fiction and contains sexually
explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
coincidental.
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   "Marked" - Chapter 1

   "Is thish...this the place?" Sarah giggled, stumbling into her
boyfriend, Eric.

   "Yep," Eric smiled at his obviously very drunk girlfriend, helping her
to become vertical again, "this is it."

   He looked up at the sign on the run-down building.  "Central Tattoos",
proclaimed a simple black and white sign.  A dim light was on inside, and a
smile flitted across Eric's mouth briefly, then he donned a concerned
expression and looked down at the girl leaning drunkenly against him.

   "Are you sure you want to do this?"

   The small, skinny girl looked up at him, bleary eyed.  Sarah was almost
painfully cute - shoulder-length dark blond hair, with an adorable face -
that sort of geeky innocence that could be so appealing.  Her small, 5'2"
body certainly wasn't curvaceous, with barely-B-cup breasts...it could
almost be called boyish.  But the overall package was one of sweet,
adorable, innocence.  And the just-turned-18 year old college student's
personality matched her body perfectly.

   It was that last part that Eric was hoping to change tonight.

   Sarah nodded vigorously, then shook her head slightly to clear it.

   "Yesh...I'll show my parents...I can do whatever I want."

   The day couldn't have gone any better, from Eric's perspective.  She had
started out her birthday bursting into his room, sobbing, because she had
had a huge fight with her parents.  Over him, actually - they thought he
was a bad influence.  What till they saw what happens next, he thought.

   Actually, if he'd been able to be as bad an influence as he'd liked,
they might not be here, he thought.  Well...that wasn't really true.  Just
maybe not yet.  A few illegal celebratory martinis for her eighteenth
birthday, and he was on the verge of a dream come true.

   Wanting to get her inside before she changed her mind, Eric sighed
dramatically, then opened the door and maneuvered her through it.

   Inside was a dingy tattoo parlor, lit by a dirty lamp.  As then entered,
an old man looked up at Eric, and his eyes gleamed for a moment, flickering
to the backpack over his shoulder.  At a dark glance from Eric, however, he
stood and smiled.

   "Hello there," he said, an odd accent to his words, "can I interest you
in a tattoo?"

   Sarah blinked in surprise, then smiled and nodded.

   "Well please, then, sit, and we can discuss what you'd like..."

   Eric helped Sarah clamber into the large chair, and she looked tiny
sitting in it.

   "Here...would you like some water?"

   Sarah nodded again, and thirstily drank the glass she was handed.  After
a few moments, her eyes began to droop, and then, with a small smile, she
fell back against the chair, asleep. As soon as she was unconscious, the
old man whirled to Eric.

   "You have it?!"

   Eric nodded, then held up a hand when the old man stepped forward.  He
reached into his bag and pulled out a thick leather-bound book, which
looked ancient...and in fact was even older than that.  The old man let out
a gasp and reached for it.

   "Hold on there," Eric said, "finish her first, and then it's yours."

   The old man looked pained for a moment, then nodded and stepped back.

   "I'll need to see the book in order to determine how to do what you
would like, of course.  You know what sort of thing you want?  A love
spell, perhaps?  It should take me only a few minutes to locate..."

   Eric opened the book to where he had placed a Borders bookmark (the
irony was not lost on him) and held it up to the man, causing him to pause
in surprise.

   "I want this."

   The old man's mouth opened and closed for a moment and he looked up at
Eric.

   "You can read this?!  How is this possible?"

   Eric smirked.

   "A magician never reveals his secrets."

   In fact, Eric couldn't read it, exactly, but the pattern matching
software he was working on for an independent study turned out to do a
pretty amazing job on a magic text, as it turned out.  He was fairly
certain about what the symbol he was holding up did, and he couldn't wait
to see how it worked.

   The man looked at the symbol, then at Eric.

   "This...this symbol...are you sure you wouldn't like something else? 
This one is quite unpredictable, and..."

   "Listen...do you want the book or not?  I'm sure I could find a much
better price for it.  Will you do it or won't you?"

   The old man sighed, and glanced sadly at the sweet vision of the
adorable Sarah, curled up in the chair, snoring softly, small breasts
rising and falling beneath her sweatshirt.

   "Yes...yes, of course.  Bring the book closer and I'll begin."

   "I'll need to put my blood in the ink, right?"

   Eric didn't notice the old man's wince, as though he had been hoping
Eric had missed that, and the old man nodded and pointed to the ink jar on
the tray.  Eric pulled out his pocket knife and held his hand over the jar,
grunting as the knife cut into his palm.  Several drops of his blood
dripped into the black ink.

   The old man hooked up the ink jar to the needle (and thought briefly how
much more difficult this had been two hundred years ago) then looked up at
Eric again.

   "Where would you like the tattoo placed?"

   Eric opened his mouth, then closed it again, grimacing.  He knew where
*he* wanted it, but she would never believe that she had agreed to a tattoo
*there*, and the key to this spell from what he could tell was trust.  At
least at first.  Later it wouldn't matter, but for now...

   "Better make it on her lower back.  Nice safe place."

   The old man, looking even older now, sighed and nodded, motioning to
Eric to roll the small girl over.  Her immobile form was so tempting, Eric
thought, but if this worked, he would have no need to have her asleep.

   "And I know what to look for when it's finished, so don't think you can
slip a broken mark by me."

   The man leaned in with another nod, and the needle hummed as he began to
draw on the girl's silky white back.

   Anyone watching from the sidewalk in the darkness a half-hour later
would have seen a sudden flash of dark red light from within the dim store,
which after a short time faded back to the dim electrical glow.  But no one
was there to see.

   "Mmrrph" Sarah woke groggily to the light coming in the window.  Her
head was pounding.  What had happened last night?  About an hour and a half
into her going out for drinks with Eric things faded to a gray haze - she
*hated* that she could never remember much after she got drunk.

   Suddenly, with a start, she realized she wasn't in her own room.  She
rolled over in a panic to see Eric's arm draped over her.  Oh my god!  I
spent the night in Eric's room!  She tried to disengage his arm without
waking him, but he grunted and opened his eyes, smiling at her.

   "Mornin'"

   She looked back at him in a panic.

   "What...we didn't...do anything...right?"

   Eric shook his head - she thought he looked...amused?...briefly, but
then it was gone.

   "Of course not.  You were pretty drunk, and I couldn't really carry you
into your room without a key, so after you got your tattoo, I just brought
you back..."

   "TATTOO!!!"

   Eric looked at the girl in mock surprise.

   "Sure, don't you remember?  You wanted a tattoo so we hit a tattoo
parlor."

   Sarah jumped up out of the bed, relieved to note that other than her
shoes and socks, she was fully clothed.  But that was a brief relief.

   "How could I get a tattoo!?" She was frantically looking over her arms,
trying to find it, "My parents will *kill* me!!"

   Eric stood and walked over to his hysterical young girlfriend.

   "Relax - you got it where they wouldn't see it, remember?  Here, turn
around..."

   She turned to the taller boy and tensed slightly as he reached back and
lifted the back of her sweatshirt.  Then she turned to look at her back in
the mirror.

   There, in the small of her back, was a complex reddish black swirling
symbol.  She couldn't see it closely, but it was very complex, with spirals
in spirals, punctuated by three lighter red dots, forming a triangle
within. It almost looked like it was moving.  And...

   "It's beautiful," she breathed.

   "Yup, it looks pretty cool.  I got one like it, see?"

   Eric lifted up the short sleeve of his shirt to show her a vaguely
similar pattern on his shoulder.  Well, maybe not *just* like it, Eric
thought, smiling to himself.  He had asked the old man (who really was an
amazing tattoo artist) to do this one to help combat any suspicions Sarah
might have had.  And it certainly worked.  She looked at his and then
looked back at her own against her creamy skin in the mirror, and actually
smiled.

   "Wow.  I got a tattoo."

   "Yup," Eric reached a finger under the small girl's chin, and tilted her
beautiful face up towards his, "you sure did."

   Eric leaned in and watched the girl's eyes close as he kissed her
deeply, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.  Their tongues intertwined,
and...was it his imagination, or was she just a little bit more aggressive
than usual?

   Well, he thought, no reason to wait on getting things started.  He
slowly reached one hand up towards her small breast while he kissed her as
the other slid to caress her tight bottom.  To his amazement, she actually
let him get away with the hand on her ass even though he was far more
forward than usual, but as soon as his thumb stroked over her (hard!)
nipple, her eyes snapped open and she pushed him away.

   "Eric, no!" She cried stepping back.  "You know I'm not ready for that!"

   Eric's face took on a wounded look.

   "Sorry, Sarah...I just thought...after how aggressive you were last
night..."

   "What did I do last night?!"

   Eric held up his hands.

   "Nothing!  Nothing.  I wouldn't let you even though you wanted me to
play with your breasts like that.  Lord knows I wanted to, but I didn't
want to take advantage of you while you were drunk..."

   Sarah looked at her boyfriend's hurt look and felt terrible.  She could
believe she might have led him on like that...she really couldn't remember
much from last night.

   "I'm sorry Eric...I didn't mean to...I'm just..."

   She bent over and picked up her shoes and socks, cradling them to her
chest.

   "Listen, I...I better go.  I have class in an hour, and I need to get
home to shower and stuff."

   Shaken, she turned for the door, but before she walked out she felt his
hand on her shoulder.

   "Hey, will I see you later?"

   She turned to look up into the still hurt expression of her boyfriend,
and smiled up at him.

   "Sure...of course.  I'll come by tonight, around ten, after my study
session, OK?"

   She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Eric on the lips, then turned and
walked down the hall, as Eric closed the door behind her.

   As soon as the door closed, Eric's wounded look was shattered by a
triumphant grin.  He fell back on his bed, hands clasped behind his head,
and chuckled.  That couldn't have gone better if he'd scripted it.  He
couldn't *wait* till ten o'clock.



   Sarah strode to class, having showered and changed into a short yellow
sundress.  As she walked, her mind wandered back to Eric.  She'd looked at
the tattoo in the shower, just above her small, curved buttocks, and had to
admit that she really, really liked it.  It felt so...*bad*.

   Still, she definitely didn't want to be a bad girl.  She felt so young
here all the time...just turning eighteen midway through spring quarter of
her freshman year.  She was younger than anyone she knew.  School was just
easy for her, thankfully, so she'd skipped a couple of grades along the
way.

   Still, her youth made her very shy about social situations and...sexual
ones.  She didn't want to admit it, but it *had* felt awfully good when
Eric's thumb brushed over her nipple.  She still wasn't ready to let him do
it again, but he wanted her to be ready *so* badly, and he had been so
patient...

   A shudder went through her small body, and suddenly her mind flashed
back to his hand on her breast.  Her nipples started to tingle at the
thought of him caressing her small breasts, his fingers stroking her hard
nipples through her shirt...or even the dress she was wearing right now. 
Maybe she *would* let him do that.  Maybe even tonight.

   Suddenly she realized with a start that one of her hands had drifted up
to her chest and was lightly stroking one of the hard nubbins poking
through her dress.  Her whole upper body suddenly flashed scarlet in
embarrassment, and she looked around her, but thankfully no one had seen
her horrible little display.  Still bright red, she walked into the
building where her class was held, still thinking about Eric playing with
her little breasts...

   Eric jumped to his feet as a knock came at the door.  He glanced at the
clock - 9:37.  Well, she was a bit early, wasn't she?

   He didn't have to feign his grin as he opened the door to see Sarah
standing there, looking adorable in a short yellow sundress and sandals. 
Her hair fell around her face, framing it adorably, and he could see that
she was flushed.  That was a good sign.

   She stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, locking it,
then turned and threw her arms around his neck kissing him while running
her hands through his hair.  Eric could feel her small body shaking, but
simply kissed her back, waiting to see what happened.

   After a few moments, he felt one trembling hand reach down to grab his,
and lift it to her small breast with a tiny whimper.

   Unable to resist sinking the hook deeper, Eric stepped back from her in
shock, as she had done this morning.  He could see the disappointment flash
through her eyes, mixed in with a slightly wild look.

   "Sarah, what...?"

   She stepped forward and grabbed his hand again.

   "Please, Eric.  I shouldn't have stopped you this morning.  I...I've
been thinking about it all day...I want you to play with my breasts,
Eric...please, do what you did this morning again..."

   Eric felt his now rock-hard cock jerk in his pants as the small, sweet
girl begged him in a plaintive voice to do what only this morning (and for
two months previous) had been absolutely forbidden.

   Without another word, he let her lift his hand up to cup the tiny mound
beneath her dress, and Eric slowly drew his thumb over her nipple, which
was hard as a stone beneath the yellow fabric.  As his thumb slid across
it, she let out a little squeak, then closed her eyes and began to gasp
quietly.

   He raised his hand to the other breast and began to caress it and she
again gasped.  He was a little disappointed (although not surprised) by her
almost silence, but he was pretty sure that could be changed.  In the
meantime, he watched, fascinated, as his innocent girlfriend stood there
with a look of bliss on her face while he played with her small tits.

   He knew he would have to be careful over the next few days - if he
pushed too hard, too fast, he might scare her off.  Still, he was pretty
sure he could really get started.

   He reached a hand up to the strap of he dress and began to slide it off
of one smooth shoulder.  As expected, her eyes flew open.

   "N-hu-no...just...through the...oh...dress.  Please, Eric..."

   He smiled at her and nodded, innocently, and moved his hand back down to
play with her nipple again.  The happy smile came back over her face as she
panted quietly, obviously enjoying herself.

   After a few moments, her body shuddered, catching Eric by surprise.  She
couldn't have had an orgasm, could she?  He watched her closely - her
breathing, while still heavy, certainly wasn't heavy enough for her to be
coming.

   As he watched, Sarah's face began to turn even more red, and he realized
with amazement that she was flushing with embarrassment, in addition to her
arousal.  She bit her lip and her eyes scrunched as if she was trying to
shut something out.

   Suddenly she let out a shuddering breath and reached one hand up to the
strap that Eric had just tried to remove.  Eric realized in glee that he
had just seen her actual physical reaction his suggestion taking hold! 
This was even better than he'd hoped.

   His heart hammered with anticipation as he watched his young girlfriend
slowly slide the right strap of her dress from her shoulder with a slim,
shaking hand, followed a few moments later by the left.  Her eyes never
opened, although she was still bright red, as she reached back to unzip the
back, and the sound was one of the sweetest Eric had ever heard.  She
shrugged, again with a small whimper, pulled her arms back, and the yellow
dress fell free.  Eric's breath caught in his throat almost in disbelief,
as he saw his lovely girlfriends small breasts for the first time, since
she had on no bra.

   They were, if possible, even more perfect than he'd imagined.  He wished
they were bigger (although he had plans for that, too, though he couldn't
do anything for a while), but still...they were pure white (no tan lines
even), and had just the slightest amount of heft.  Each was topped by a
small pink areola, with her hard little nipples sticking out proudly from
the center.  They were gorgeous.

   His own hands shaking slightly now with excitement, he reached up and
felt the warm smooth flesh of her breasts for the first time.  She gasped,
still ever so quietly, as his fingers slid over her nipples - the first
time someone other than her had ever touched them, fleshed to flesh.  It
felt *wonderful* to the young girl.

   Eric watched the gorgeous expression of ecstasy on Sarah's face, and it
was all he could do not to throw her down on the bed and rip her dress off,
but he knew that would almost certainly break the spell at this point.  Had
to build up slowly.  Still, he thought as she stood there quietly gasping
in pleasure, might as well start working our way towards the goal.  He
spoke for the first time since she entered the room.

   "You know," he said, his voice catching a bit, "it's OK if you want to
make noise.  I've heard that most girls do...I'd actually like it..."

   Her eyes flew open, a look of shock on her face, and for an awful
moment, he thought he'd misjudged her and had broken the spell, but after a
moment she just closed her eyes once again shook her head, and bit her lip,
blushing once again.

   She stood there gasping for a few more moments, and then the telltale
shudder went through her body, making her small breasts jiggle appealingly
under his hand.

   "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh....."

   Nearly as soon as the shudder had completed, Sarah followed it with a
long moan of pleasure, and her gasps became punctuated with gasps and
little yelps that were absolutely adorable.  It was clear that she could
hear herself - her blush deepened once again...she just couldn't stop it.

   Eric thought he might explode, but he knew that there was *no* way he
was going to get taken care of tonight...it was far too soon for that.  But
he was going to do his best to get there as quickly as he could.  He bent
his head down to her lovely left nipple and placed his lips over it, the
sweet smell of her skin filling his nose.

   Sarah's eyes flashed open and she looked down at her boyfriend, his
mouth closed over her exposed nipple.  Some part of her mind was shouting
at her, telling her she had to stop him...she was being *naughty*, and she
was a good girl!

   "N..no, Eric..."

   Within just seconds of his lip closing over her nipple - much faster
than the previous two - the expected shudder came.  Eric briefly wondered
if that had something to do with how resistant she was to the suggestion -
after all, once he had her shirt off, it wasn't that far to licking her
nipples.  But the thought was lost as he felt her hands press the back of
his head, encouraging him further with a small sob.  As his tongue flicked
over the hard little nubbin, she moaned in pleasure, noticeably more loudly
now.

   Eric enjoyed suckling her breasts for several minutes, savoring these
first few steps down what he planned as a long, dark road for his sweet
little nymph of a girlfriend.  He had plenty of time.  But after a while,
he decided to try something further, and while he continued licking the now
quite vocal girl's nipples, he reached down and started tugging her dress
downward to pull it off.  To his surprise, the shudder happened almost
immediately, but then he saw the flash of white cotton and realized that
she probably basically thought of herself as uncovered other than there
already.

   Eric leaned back, continuing to stroke her nipples while he took in the
glorious site of her slender body.  How he wished he could whip out his
cock right now, even if only to jerk off at the sight of her.  Her small
body, eyes still closed in her adorable face, was amazing - smooth white
skin, beautiful slender legs, flat stomach, small perfect breasts.  Oh
lord, this was wonderful.  All the work he'd put into decrypting that book
had been well worth it.

   Almost without thinking, he reached one hand out to lightly touch the
mound beneath those white panties.

   Sarah's eyes snapped open instantly.

   "No!" She cried.

   Eric jerked his hand back as she stepped away, breathing heavily.  He
watched her for a moment, and when the shudder didn't happen, took on a
contrite look.

   "I'm...sorry, Sarah.  I just got carried away..."

   Sarah's mind was racing.  What was she doing?  She was almost naked! 
She couldn't do this!  She had to leave!

   She looked at Eric's face and her resolve crumbled.  It felt so *good*,
though.  So *right*.  All she was doing was letting him play with her
breasts...she knew she shouldn't, but...

   "No...not down there Eric.  Please...not till I'm married."

   "Okay," Eric sighed, looking slightly crestfallen, "do you want to stay
the night, though, so we can keep on...you know?  We don't have to do
anything more..."

   "Eric, I...I don't think I should <shudder>...o-ok, " she finished in a
small voice.  "Can we lay down now?  I'm a little tired..."

   Eric nodded and pulled off his own shirt, and she watched him strip down
to his boxers.  She was going to ask him to put on some sweatpants or
something, and if she could borrow a t-shirt, but she noticed him looking
at her naked body hungrily and shuddered...maybe she'd just sleep like
this, since Eric liked her body so much.  That thought filled her
simultaneously with horror and a thrill of pleasure.

   She pulled her socks off her cute little feet and crawled under the
covers with him (Eric was careful to keep his rock-hard cock from pressing
into her back just yet, just in case).  Her face was hot with her confused
embarrassment.  She reached back and dragged Eric's arm over her body,
placing his hand on her small nipple.

   "Ohhhhhh,,,Eric...please keep doing that..."

   Eric grinned into his girlfriends sweet-smelling hair.  He still
couldn't believe it - this morning she'd been horrified to found she had
slept in his bed fully clothed.  Now she was lying there, almost naked,
begging him to play with her...although not completely.  Not yet.

   He lay behind her listening to her slowly quieting moans as she drifted
off to sleep.  Even in her sleep, as he continued his flicking of her small
nubbins, she let out the occasional whimper and moan of pleasure.

   In curiosity, once he was sure she was asleep, Eric slid slightly
closer, pressing his still rock-hard cock into the soft curve of her ass.
She pulled away immediately, although without waking up.  After a few
moments, she shuddered, and pressed herself tightly back against him.

   Eric grinned and drifted off to sleep.  He was awakened once, late in
the night, by a violent shudder through his girlfriend's small body,
accompanied by a small sob from the sleeping girl, and he fell back asleep
dreaming of what the morning might bring.

   Sarah awoke slowly from a strange dream both erotic and terrifying, and
couldn't remember where she was at first.  Then suddenly it all came back
to her.  She was lying nearly naked in her boyfriends arms!  And she had
spent last night letting him play with her nipples!  What was wrong with
her?!  Tears began to well up in her eyes - she had to...

   Suddenly, like a car warming up, the cravings and desires began to rush
into her, filling in the memories around them.  It had felt so *good* when
he was playing with her nipples, and try as she might, she couldn't help
from moaning out loud to show her pleasure.  And she really enjoyed
sleeping cradled next to him like this.  And oh god...was that his...thing
that was cradled between her ass cheeks...with a heated flush of horror,
she realized she liked that.

   And she wanted something.  Something she couldn't want...she would
never...never until she was married.  Sarah burned with humiliation as she
lay there feeling the ache between her legs.  She tried as hard as she
could to ignore it, but it seemed to build and build.

   Finally, with a whimper, she couldn't take it any more.  Hand shaking,
she reached back and grabbed Eric's hand while he snored softly next to
her. Trying not to wake him, she pulled his hand over her hip and slid it
down on top of the white cotton of her panties.

   She gasped as.  for the first time, she felt someone else's hand (a
boy's!) touching her between her legs.  She flushed crimson as she realized
that even through the fabric, it actually felt good.

   But not good enough.  She almost burst into tears as the ache continued
to intensify.  She didn't know what she needed, but she needed it *now*. 
Maybe she should put his hand inside her panties?  No!  She couldn't do
that!  She wasn't going to let a boy touch her there till she was married!

   Another strange shudder ran through her whole body and tears welled up
in her eyes.  Oh god, she had to do this!

   Still trying desperately not to wake him, she reached down and lifted
her panties away from her skin, blushing furiously as she looked down at
the brown patch between her legs.  She slid his hand into the fur of her
crotch, trembling with embarrassment, humiliation, and need.  She almost
let out a sob as the ache continued to throb between her legs.

   Suddenly Eric mumbled and began to wake up.

   She gasped as the ache vanished.  It wasn't pleasure, exactly, but the
absence of the ache felt good in and of itself.  Knowing that Eric had his
hand touching her...down there...oh god, how could she be doing this!?

   "Sarah, what!?" Eric suddenly jerked his hand back in surprise.  Almost
instantly the ache came back.  Sarah choked out a sob.

   "Please.  Eric!  Put your hand back!"

   "Sarah, I don't think I should," Eric fought back a grin.  Waking up
with Sarah sliding his hand into her panties...feeling the soft patch of
hair in her crotch for the first time...this was incredible.

   "Please," Begged Sarah, almost in tears.

   "What, Sarah?  What do you want me to do?" Eric feigned confusion, his
cock rock hard and throbbing, cradled in his girlfriends soft ass.  He had
to be careful - hearing her beg like this was almost enough to make him
come, and while he was pretty sure she was nearly hooked, that might still
be enough to break the spell.

   Sarah sniffled pitifully.

   "Please...put your hand back...down there...between my legs."

   "O...okay."

   Eric reached around and felt the smooth skin of Sarah's belly as he
slipped his fingers under the elastic of her panties.  Her fur was so soft
beneath it, and as soon as his hand began to slide through it, Sarah let
out a shuddering sigh.

   He brought his other hand up to her chest and stroked one of her
nipples, which elicited a soft moan from the small girl.  Then, he
continued sliding his hand deeper into her panties.

   As his fingers slid over the lips of her pussy, Sarah stiffened, and he
was certain that he was about to be rebuffed again.  But a violent shudder
went through her almost immediately, and she let out a noise that was
somewhere between a sob and a groan.

   Unable to believe how far he was able to go already, Eric contented
himself for the moment with gently stroking the outermost folds of her
pussy, eliciting the most wonderful involuntary little sighs and whimpers
from Sarah.  Finally, after a couple of minutes of this, he slid his finger
down a little farther, and then began trying to slowly tease apart her
pussy lips.

   Sarah was seemingly too overwhelmed to really realize what was
happening. Her eyes remained closed, but every few seconds one of the small
shudders went through her body, and Eric slid his finger just a little
closer to being inside her.

   Unfortunately, she was just barely damp, and certainly not wet enough to
really be lubricating.  Even though he knew that he was risking a lot to
try this at this point, he couldn't resist.  Plus it would make it easier
to get to what he really needed - for Sarah to have an orgasm.  Not having
to feign his nervousness, but working hard to put some disappointment into
his tone that he didn't feel at all, he said quietly;

   "Oh.  I heard that some girls get really...wet down there.  It's OK."

   "Wh-what?"

   Eric cursed himself silently as the tiny girl stiffened against him. 
She reached one small, shaking hand down to his and weakly tried to pull
his hand away.  The ache began to return as she tried to move away from
him, and she began to cry as the need coursed through her, but she knew she
couldn't let this happen.

   "Please, Eric!  Please don't..."

   Eric wanted to push it, but he knew he risked losing everything if he
did.  So instead he pulled his hand away from the warm flesh between her
legs and let her pull away from him.  Sarah stood and turned back to her
boyfriend, lying on the bed.  The hurt look he leveled at her made the ache
almost double in intensity and she gasped.  Eric's cock jerked in his
shorts as he saw the nipples on her small breasts crinkle into hardness,
and it took all of his control to keep from staring at her gorgeous body.
Instead, he looked into her eyes.

   "I'm sorry, Sarah...but you asked me to..."

   "I know...but...I can't...I don't..."

   Suddenly Sarah realized that she was standing in just her panties, and
yelped.  Looking around frantically she grabbed her dress and pulled it
frantically over her body, biting her lip to keep from moaning as she felt
the fabric slide over her incredibly sensitive nipples.

   "I..."

   She looked back at her boyfriend lying on the bed looking up at her and
suddenly her body was wracked with shivers.  But instead of feeling cold
she felt a wave of heat rush over her and seemingly settle between her
legs. She let out a squeak of surprise at the wash of sensation, and as the
shivers died down, she felt very strange down there, almost...damp.

   "I have to..."

   It took almost everything she had to keep from saying 'have you touch me
again' as she looked at Eric, feeling the strange feeling between her legs
increase, but with a small gasp, she managed to change it to:

   "Go...I have class..."

   Without waiting for Eric to say anything she turned and ran from the
room with a small whimper.

   Eric fell back onto his pillow as the door closed behind her.

   "Fuck."

   So close.  Had the spell been broken?  He didn't think so, but there was
nothing to do but wait and see.  That shivering was odd - very different
from the shudders she'd had before.  Well, he'd know pretty soon one way or
the other.

   With a sigh, he reached a hand down to his boxers, then reluctantly
pulled it away again.  If it *was* working, then it would be worth waiting
a few hours.  And if it wasn't, he'd be doing that a lot more anyway. 
Instead, he got up and started pulling his clothes on to go to class.

   Sarah slammed the door to her room and fell against it sobbing.  She
slid down the door to the floor and sat there for several moments, small
body shaking as she cried.

   Finally she stopped and hiccuped for a moment, then looked around
frantically for her roommate, Amber.  The last thing she wanted was to have
to explain what was wrong to her...Amber would probably laugh at her.  Or
worse, encourage her.

   As she sat there and her sobs faded, she realized that the feeling
between her legs had grown, as had the ache.  Her thighs felt...slick - she
suddenly realized they had felt that way since about halfway to her dorm.
And there was an odd scent filling the room.

   Eyes wide, she reached down and slowly pulled back her dress, revealing
her smooth, thin legs.  As she pulled the skirt over the middle of her
thighs, she saw that her legs were glistening with sweat...wait.  Not
sweat. Finally she lifted the skirt away from her panties and she whimpered
at what she saw.

   She had heard something about women getting wet when they got
excited...and Eric had mentioned the same thing so it must be true.  But
she wasn't just a little damp.  Her thighs were slick with slippery, musky
fluid.  And her white panties were soaked clean through.  She could see
that even in the time she had been sitting on the floor, her dress had
gotten damp.  The scent, now that she had pulled open her dress, was
overwhelming.  It smelled like her...and, she knew, like sex.

   "Oh god...what's wrong with me?"

   She climbed slowly to her feet and tried to keep her legs apart to keep
from feeling her juices rubbing between her legs.  Pulling her dress over
her head, she saw herself in the mirror and her hand flew to her mouth with
a gasp.

   She was disheveled and could see the glistening between legs.  As she
pulled off her panties with a trembling hand, they came away from her
stickily, and she could see that her...hair down there was matted with
wetness.  Crying softly she started to try to use her panties to wipe her
juices off of her thighs, then realized that her panties were already so
wet that they were dripping between her fingers.  She reached into her
closet and grabbed a towel and began drying herself off, shivering slightly
as the towel brushed over the wet lips of her...vagina.

   The worst part of it all, as she finished drying herself off (although
she could feel that she was still slightly wet inside) was that part of her
felt happy that she had gotten wet.  After all, Eric had wanted it.  A
small shudder went through her.  Maybe she should go back and show him that
she was wet?  He'd probably want to keep touching her, then...

   "No!"

   With a gasp she turned from the mirror, forcing images of Eric's hand
between her legs from her mind.  With a little moan of humiliation, she
reached back down between her legs with the towel...she had started to drip
again.

   She looked at the clock and suddenly realized she was going to be late
for class.  No time to take a shower - she grabbed a pair of panties and a
skirt, and pulled on a tight shirt.  She reached for her sandals...

   She'd left them at Eric's.

   "Shoot!" She said, angrily.  She started to reach for another pair but
stopped.  Maybe she should just go back to Eric's and get them?  She really
wanted...those sandals.  She could still make it to class, right?  He might
still be there.

   Sarah grabbed her bag and walked out of her room, face flushed as she
went back to her boyfriends room to get her sandals.



   Sarah stood in front of Eric's door, biting her lip.  She looked down at
her watch and knew that if she didn't leave soon, she'd be late for class.
But Eric might be back soon.  Although she was pretty sure he had a class
now.

   Well, maybe she'd wait just a little bit in case he came back from
class. She really wanted to show him...wait, what was it she'd wanted?  Oh,
her sandals.  Right.  She wanted her sandals.

   Sarah sat down and leaned against the door.  She'd just sit here a few
minutes and see if he came back.  Then she could let him see that she *did*
get wet down there, just like he'd wanted.  She let out a small sigh as the
ache faded slightly, as she thought about him touching her there and
feeling her wetness for himself...

   As Eric walked down the hall, he was lost in thought about Sarah.  How
was he going to get her back over here?  He had been so close...and now he
was afraid he'd blown it.  He tried to push a physical change on her which
he *knew* was risky at the beginning...he was supposed to work on her
gradually, especially a sweet innocent girl like Sarah...

   He turned the corner and nearly stumbled over his small girlfriend,
sitting leaning up against his door.

   "S-Sarah?"

   She clambered to her feet and looked up at him with a wide grin.

   "Hi Eric!  I came over to...uh...I needed something.  So I just thought
I'd wait here for you."

   Eric stared at her for a second, stunned.  He knew she couldn't realize
how she looked or...smelled.  Her eyes were wide and her cute face flushed
red.  She looked almost manic as she stared up at him.  And the scent
coming from her...he hadn't smelled it much, but he recognized the scent of
sex.  Eric swallowed hard and smiled, trying to hide his surprise.

   "Uh, sure...come on in."

   He unlocked the door and walked into the room, with Sarah pressing in
behind him.  He barely had time to drop his bag before she threw herself at
him, small body pressed up against his.  His cock surged to hardness as he
felt her small breasts rubbing against his stomach as she kissed him.  And
he nearly came when she grabbed his hand, lifted her skirt and placed it
against her panties.  She leaned up to his ear and whispered:

   "Feel how wet I am!  Just like you wanted!"

   Heart pounding again, Eric pressed his hand into her panties and gasped.

   "My god, Sarah!  You're...you're soaked!"

   Apparently the shock in his voice derailed her somewhat, as she pulled
away from him, a hurt look on her face.

   "Am I...don't you like it...?"

   Eric forced his surprise away at feeling his girlfriend being so wet
that he could feel it dripping down the insides of her thighs (when this
morning she had been almost completely dry), and grinned at her.

   "Are you kidding?  It's great!"

   Sarah smiled back, her grin almost looking drugged.  Eric, not wanting
to pass up this second chance, quickly pulled her wet panties to one side
and slid one finger over her dripping slit.

   Sarah let out a sound somewhere between a sob and a moan and clutched at
Eric, biting his shirt.