室友們都回家去了，只有我一個人留在宿舍。在 BBS 上雖然 talk 得很愉快，但是一關電腦，身心都覺得疲憊已極，只想找個女孩子共暖被窩；向來孤單的我心想：春天到底什麼時候來？
我下樓買了早餐，剛吃飽，我從她的眼中發現她又要了。我把她的手從我的頸子上撥下來：「不行，我和同學約好了，待會要去寫 SA 的作業。」我看著她，這女人真是漂亮呀，把她留在寢室會不會有問題？
「別擔心。」她笑著說：「只要我待會兒寫幾封信就萬事 OK 了！來吧，我們先去挑衣服。」
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I went to bed Sunday night feeling a bit depressed. Weekends didthat to me, with the knowledge that others went out and had fun while Idid nothing, and it had been the kind of warm spring weekend that peoplesay is ripe for romance. I was lying on my side wondering if I wouldever find a girl, one arm under my pillow and the other arm hugging thecovers against my ear when I heard a quiet voice.
"Hello?" it said, sounding tentative. It was a softly femininevoice, but there was nobody in the room who could have spoken. After abrief startle, I ignored the voice and assumed that I'd imagined it.
"Hello," it said again, more firmly, just as my thoughts had begun todrift.
"Who are you? What are you doing in my room?" I answered, sitting upin the darkness as I groped for the bedside lamp. The light flashed on,partially blinding me, but I could see well enough. Nobody was in theroom with me.
"Don't get upset," the voice said, pleading. "I don't really have aname, I guess you can pick one. I'm in your room because I like you,and I've decided that it's time for me to introduce myself. I hope youdon't mind."
I sat in my bed with my back against the wall, staring around myempty room and seeing no sign of anyone. The voice seemed to come fromnowhere in particular. "Where are you hiding? Come on out where I cansee you. What do you mean, you like me."
"Just that. I've been following you for a year now, and I like you.As to why you can't see me, I don't have a body yet."
I slumped in my bed and pulled the covers back up to my chin. "Thenthis must be a dream," I said. "What do you mean, you don't have abody. What are you?"
"I guess I'm a spirit, or something like that."
"What do you mean, you guess. Besides, I don't believe in spirits."
"It really doesn't matter what you believe," the voice said, with achuckle. "I'm me, I'm real, I like you, and I'd like to be yourfriend."
"It's a hell of a way to begin a friendship," I said, sitting upangrily in bed. "Following me around for, what was it you said, for ayear? Where have you followed me anyway?"
"Everywhere, most of the time. I'd like to sleep with you."
"What I said, I want to sleep with you. What kind of body would youlike me to have?"
"I've never slept with a girl before," I said, feeling very unsure ofmyself.
"I know," she said, sounding sympathetic. "I'd like to make lovewith you. What kind of body do you want me to have?"
"Are you saying you can materialize, that you can look like anyone Iwant?"
"That sounds obscene!"
"It does, that's all."
"There must be a reason."
I sighed and slumped down in my bed. "I don't know. This is tooweird! Maybe it's just that dreams, fantasies, things like that, maybethey aren't supposed to come true. Shouldn't I have to earn my friendsand accept the bodies nature gave them?"
"Usually," she said, sounding serious. "But you did earn me, andsince I don't have a body right now, you have a choice about how you'dlike me to look."
"What do you mean, I earned you?"
"You earned me, just that. I've followed many men over the years,and you're the first one who's interested me in a long time.
"Do people need reasons?"
"No, I guess not."
"OK, so how do you want me to look?"
I hesitated, and then decided to play along. "How about tall andslim, about my size."
"Easy enough," she said. "Pick a skin color."
"I don't know," I said, and then chuckled. "Suntans look nice, but Ithink tanning's a stupid activity. How about naturally dark skin, likepeople from India or something."
"Black, I suppose. Anything else would look out of place. Make itstraight and long, and I guess your features should look Indian too, youknow, oriental."
"But most tall slim Indians have western looking features."
"They do? OK, if you say so."
"What about my figure."
"How about medium to small breasts, with big nipples."
She chuckled again. "This is fun, I guessed that one from the kindsof girls you like to watch. How about build, skinny, lightly padded ormuscular?"
"Slim but muscular," I said. "Be functional, not decorative."
"I don't believe this," I said, flustered by the thought of orderinga human body the way you'd order a meal in a restaurant.
She chuckled. "I'm sorry, I gess this is a bit weird, but do youwant my body to have hair, pubic hair and armpit hair?"
"What choice have I got? I mean, it's stupid for women to shavetheir bodies, but I guess I like the idea of a hairless body."
"OK, I can make me hairless," she said, and then paused. "That aboutcovers everything, ready for me to materialize?"
"No!" I said, suddenly aware that I was naked. "Let me put somethingon."
"Why bother? I can't materialize clothing, only a body, so I'll benude. Anyway, I've followed you around for a year; I'm used to what youlook like when you're nude, and I like it."
I sighed. "OK."
She was there. It was that simple. One moment, I was alone in myroom, and the next moment, there she was, standing in front of me as Isat in bed. She was beautiful in the light of my bedside lamp, slim,dark-skinned, with even darker areolas that almost covered her smallbreasts, and long black hair down to her waist.
She took a step towards me and held out her hand. I took it, and itwas warm and solid, as real as my own. She smiled at me as I looked ather, and then she pulled my hand to her breast. "Come, feel me, enjoythe body you've helped create."
"I still don't believe this," I said, my hand trembling as I touchedher breast. It was soft and warm, real flesh, and very feminine flesh.
"What can I do to convince you that I'm real?"
"I don't know," I said.
She sat on my bed beside me, her thigh against mine, her breasttouching my arm as she rested her arm around my shoulders. "I suppose,"she said, speaking softly, "I suppose it doesn't really matter. Why notjust enjoy a fun night of fantasy and let the question of whether I'mreal wait for the light of day?"
"OK, but I've got to go to work tomorrow, you know."
"Don't worry, I promise, you'll wake up rested and ready for actionin the morning."
"Then convince me," I said, getting out of bed and turning to lookat her. "Convince me that you're magic."
"OK," she said, grinning, and then disappeared. She was gone, but inseconds, I felt a soft touch. Lips touched mine, hands slid over myback, and warm breasts pressed themselves against me. It was the stuffof pure fantasy, but it felt so real.
As I sat back on the bed, I gave in to the fantasy and beganreturning the kisses. There was nothing to see by the light of mybedroom lamp, yet I felt a woman on top of me as I lay down in bed. Herlips kissed my neck, her fingers touched my chest, and I stroked herinvisible back.
My penis rose between my legs with an intensity and speed unlikeanything I can remember, and then it was engulfed in soft moist slidingwarmth. I looked down and saw nothing. My hands rested on nothing toeach side of my erect penis, but I could feel it. I could feel her bodybetween my hands and I could feel her body surrounding my penis.
My curiosity was overwhelmed by the sensation. The pressure in mypenis mounted to limits I'd never experienced in my solitary pleasures,and then I felt an orgasm like nothing I'd ever expected. It roaredthrough me, it mounted higher, and roared again, sending waves of pureundiluted pleasure through my body as my penis slid in and out of theinvisible soft velvet of her body.
It lasted a long time, and then I felt her lips on my mouth and herbreasts on my chest. We kissed, I slid my hands over her invisiblebody, and I wondered what was happening to me. In no time, I felt myerection returning, and the rise to another orgasm swept my thoughtsaside.
It seemed like the entire night went on like that, one impossibledreamlike orgasm after another, each perfect, each satisfying, and eachleaving me rested and ready for more. If it was a dream, it was themost incredibly sexy dream I've ever had, and if it was real, there wasno way I could reconcile it with anything I knew about reality.
Monday morning, I woke up aware of her body pressed warmly againstmine. Her fanny was against my hips, her back against my chest and myfingers were on her hard nipple. I could smell her, and when I openedmy eyes, I could see the back of her head only inches from my face.
"Are you awake?" she asked, in a very quiet voice.
"Yes," I answered. "Who, what are you? Did we really ... ?" Ibroke off flustered.
She chuckled and held my hand to her small, soft breast. "Did wereally what? We really did make love last night, almost all night, ifthat's what you want to know. For a beginner, you're pretty good, itwas fun. As to who I am, I don't have a name yet, but you're welcometo name me. What am I? I'm not sure what I am now, but I was born agirl, a very normal girl, a long long time ago."
"How long ago?"
"Hundreds of years, and it's been a century or so since I last tookhuman form." Her voice sounded sad. "When I'm in human form, I get sodisgusted with people, but when I'm a spirit, I miss having a body somuch."
"Are there others like you? There's a word, a succubus, is that whatyou are?"
"A succubus? I've played that role at times, and I'll admit that itcan be fun, but it's not something to dedicate a life to. I don't knowif there are others like me. I guess it's possible, but I've neverfound any evidence of any except in folktales."
"It sounds like you've had some lonely times."
"I have," she said, and then took a long breath. "You know, in allthose years, I've never talked about it with anyone else."
I didn't know how to respond to her, but I liked the feeling of herbody against mine and I liked the way she held my hand to her breast.She stroked my forearm with her hand, and then sat up beside me andlooked down at me. Her skin was a warm brown in the early morninglight, except for her dark brown lips and the dark circles of her largeareolas. She gracefully shook her long hair, smiled, and slid a handdown my chest.
It was exciting looking at her and feeling her fingers on my skin,and when she noticed my excitement, she wordlessly straddled my hipswith her thighs and slid herself down to engulf me. She was gentle atfirst, sitting on my hips and moving ever so slightly while she smileddown at me and fingered my chest, but as my excitement mounted, shebegan to rock harder, and then I could see that she was excited too. Ipulled her to me as we neared a shared climax, and the exquisite touchof her nipples on mine sent me over the edge as we kissed.
After breakfast, I think she wanted to make love again, but I stoppedher. I pushed her away as she tried to hug me and lead me back to bed,and then I confronted her, standing facing her in the bedroom doorway.
"Look," I said. "Whoever you are, I've got to get to work. I'll belate as it is." Her beautiful brown body was very tempting as she stoodnaked before me. "You said you started as a normal girl, then became aspirit or something, and now you're very much a girl, but what the hellare you? How did you become a spirit?"
"Right," I said. "The trouble is, that tells me nothing."
"I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me tomarry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been inprison the way I lived. Worse, I was in love with a boy. Under thosecircumstances, wouldn't you try things, anything? I did, I found an oldbook, a wizzard's book, I think, and the result was what I am now."
"What else can your, uh, your magic do?"
"Not much, not now. I've discovered that the less use I make of mymagic, the better it is. In the first few years after I earned myfreedom, I fooled around with it all the time, and it got boring. I'velearned that in the long run, it's more fun to play by the rules. I'vealso learned how to use my magic powers to temporarily nullifythemselves, and late last night, after I materialized, I did it. Now,I'm all but powerless until this body dies."
I didn't know what to say. It sounded like she'd made a hugesacrifice, and it sounded like she'd made it so she could live with me.I looked at her for a while, trying to understand her, and I felt a bitlame when I finally broke the silence. "Do you have a name?"
"Each time I've taken a material form for any length of time, I'vetaken a new name. You chose my form, you may as well name me too."
"But what name were you born with?"
"It's a pretty enough name, do you mind if I call you that?"
"OK." She smiled. "I'm glad I chose you, you know?"
"Because you're a gentleman."
"Thanks," I said, looking at her beautiful body as she stood in frontof me. "Look, what are we going to do. What am I going to do withyou?"
"I don't know."
"That's crazy. I've got to go to work today, what will you do?"
"Whatever you want me to do."
"No! What do you want to do? I'm sure as hell not having you hangaround my apartment all the time as some kind of love slave."
"Mabe I'll go out and look around the town."
"What'll you wear?"
"To go out? I don't see much point in wearing clothes around thehouse. We're the same size, you know. I'm not used to wearing men'sclothes, but these days, I guess I could. Do you mind if I borrow someof your clothes?"
"What about money and identification? Nowdays, you can't very wellrun around town without money. Don't get me wrong, you're very pretty,and so far, you've been lots of fun, but you're a legal non-person, andthat poses problems."
"Don't worry," she said. "I have a few letters to write and that'llbe all taken care of. Let's get dressed."
I backed into my bedroom and pulled out a pair of jeans for her, thenhesitated. "I don't have any girls underwear."
"That's OK. Last time I had a body, they hadn't invented modernunderwear yet. Quite frankly, I don't see much point to wearing itanyway." She stepped into my jeans and pulled them up.
"What about a shirt," I asked, admiring the way my jeans looked onher.
"With my dark skin?" she asked, and then paused. "Here, I'll showyou," she said, stepping into my closet and pulling out a whiteshort-sleeved shirt. It was a knit shirt, pullover style, with threebuttons at the neckline. "How about this?"
"OK," I said, and then it struck me how odd it was that she knew whatclothing I had in the closet. She really had been watching me for along time.
As she pulled the shirt on over her head, I began to have secondthoughts. "Beryl, are you sure you want to wear that?"
"Why?" she asked, adjusting the collar.
"Well, it's not very modest."
"What do you mean?"
"With your dark skin, your nipples show, look at yourself."
She looked at herself in my bedroom mirror, and then turned to me andgrinned. "Don't you like the effect?"
"Well," I said, looking at her. Her dark areolas were visiblethrough the thin fabric, and the lumps of her nipples stood out clearly."I won't say I don't like looking at you."
"Then OK. You should have seen the dresses I wore two centuries agoduring the Greek revival craze. Come on, as you said, you're in a hurryto get to work."
Before I left for work Monday morning, I left the spare key to theapartment with Beryl along with forty dollars. I half expected her todisappear with both before I got home from work, but as I walked up thesteps to my apartment, I heard music coming from my sterio.
"How was work?" Beryl called as I opened the door.
"OK," I said, closing the door behind me. Actually, my day hadn'tbeen very productive; I'd spent too much time thinking about Beryl.
"Sit down," Beryl said as she came out of the bedroom. "When was thelast time you went out to dinner?"
"It's been a long time," I said, looking at her. She wasn't wearingthe clothes she'd been wearing when I left her in the morning; instead,she wore a short white skirt, perhaps fingertip length, with a silvercamisole top. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore arow of four rings in each ear.
"I'm not sure," I said, staring. "You're awfully sexy lookingdressed like that." The colors set off her brown skin nicely, and thefabric of the camisole draped gently over her small breasts, hinting attheir shape instead of frankly revealing them the way my knit shirt had."Did I give you enough money to buy all that?"
"I spent a few of the dollars you gave me on fabric, then spent a bitof time sewing. The earrings only cost four bucks a pair at that Indianimport outlet in the mall."
"But ear piercing, they don't do that for four bucks a pair."
"I did that myself with a sewing needle."
I must have blanched a bit at that, because she walked up to me andgave me a gentle hug. "Don't worry, I've got enough magic left that itwasn't any problem."
"Sounds like you went to quite a bit of effort," I said, trying tocollect my feelings. "Where'd you get a sewing machine."
"I did it by hand," she said, looking down at herself as she steppedback to pose for me. "I've never used a sewing machine, and I grew upsewing my own clothes. Anyway, these modern styles are pretty easy."
She smiled. "Come on, let's go out to dinner. I know you haven'tbeen out socially in the year I've been following you, and you need it."
"OK," I said. "Where?"
She had a place in mind, and I didn't seem to have much choice. Idrove there, and it turned out to be a bar, not a dive, but a place withfood that looked decent and a dance floor. There was evidence that aband would be playing later, but as we walked to a table, the only musicwas canned, and that wasn't too loud to prevent conversation.
We sat at a small table, and after we'd ordered, Beryl leaned forwardon her elbows to look at me. I enjoyed the way her camisole hung,almost but not quite exposing her nipples as she faced me. "I guesswe've got some talking to do," she said.
"You're not kidding. Where do you want to start."
She took a deep breath. "I don't know. I've never done it like thisbefore. I always either completely hid my true nature or played it upall the way, you know, appearing from a burning bush and making like I'msome kind of angel."
"So? I'm glad you want to be honest, but is that the problem?"
"In a way, I guess it's modern times."
"What's the problem?"
"Freedom. I guess you can see that I like the idea of being able toexpress my sexuality, and I like the idea that a girl who likes a guycan just move in with him, but, well, there are some things you can'ttake for granted these days."
"In the old days, a girl could expect men to support her without muchtrouble. She'd keep house and keep the bed warm, and her man would earnthe money and deal with the world. It's not like that now."
"Right, and it's worse. To get a job, you need a social securitynumber, and to get a number, you need proof of legal residence andemployability in the United States."
She grinned at me. "I know, I haven't been asleep all these years.The first thing I did this morning was buy a postal money order andwrite for a copy of my birth certificate."
"What? I thought ..."
She shushed me, then continued in a low voice. "I was born inWyoming 22 years ago and I'm half American Indian. My folks named meJenny Smith, but I've gone by the name Beryl since I ran away fromhome."
"What about school records, things like that."
"I'm self-educated, and damn proud of it!"
"Do you have relatives?" I asked as I realized what she was implying."And what about friends? They could really mess things up."
"They're all dead. Don't worry about it."
The waitress delivered our food, and soon after that, the bandstarted to play, drowning out any effort at continued conversation. Ilooked at Beryl while I ate, unsure about what she'd done. It certainlydidn't sound legal, but at the same time, I couldn't imagine any legalway for a spirit, if that's what she was, to get a legal identity intoday's world. Had there been a Jenny Smith? How had she died, and howdid Beryl think she could claim her identity. I wasn't sure I wanted toknow, and in a way I was glad that the music was loud enough to preventme from asking.
The food was quite good, and the music was good enough that eventhough I'm no dancer, I was tapping my feet and gently nodding my headto the beat of some of the pieces. My knees touched Beryl's under thelittle table, and after she finished her small meal, she slid her handdown under the table and rested it on my knee, smiling as she touchedme.
"Want to dance?" she asked during the first lull in the music afterwe finished eating.
I hesitated. "I'm no good."
"So? I haven't danced in years, come on."
The evening passed in a whirl. She may not have danced for acentury, but she did know how to dance, and better than that, she was agood teacher. After a short while, I forgot my awkwardness and beganenjoying myself. Beryl was fun to watch as she gyrated in front of me,and I could tell that she wanted me to watch her.
As the music slowed, I wanted to hold her, and judging by the way shedanced in my arms, she wanted to be held. Her fingers gently traced thecurve of my back, and she felt warm and soft as she moved against mewith the beat of the music.
As the piece ended, she whispered in my ear. "Let's go home."
"OK." I said, and followed her to the door. Following her was fun.Her short skirt seemed awfully short when seen from the rear, barelydecent but very fun to watch. It was almost disappointing as we leftthe lights of the bar and went out into the dark parking lot.
"That was nice," Beryl said as we walked into my apartment. She tookme by the waist and kissed me, holding the kiss for a long time,stroking my back with one hand while she held her other hand on mychest. I felt a bit awkward, unsure what I should do with my hands,until I realized that it must be reasonable for me to do with my handswhat she was doing with hers.
"That was nice," she said, breaking the kiss. "I like the way youtouch me."
An uncomfortable thought struck me as I looked at her. "Do we haveto worry about, well, birth control? I mean ... "
She smiled. "No, but if you want children someday, we can have them.Would you like to dance some more?"
"OK," I said. "What kind of music?"
I put on a tape, and then she held my hand and we began to danceagain. She was a sensuous beauty, and it wasn't long before I wassexually aroused by the way she touched me and moved with me.
"Don't get impatient," she whispered as I fondled her breast throughthe thin satin of her camisole. She pushed away my hand, and for a fewminutes, we danced, facing each other but not touching.
Beryl danced gracefully, back to me, and I wanted to hug her to me,but she shrugged off my arms and began to undo my shirt. Her touch wasgentle as she pulled my shirt off, but she never stopped dancing, andwhen my shirt was off, she flowed into my arms once again.
"You can undress me, if you want," she whispered as I slid my handsover her body.
I felt clumsy taking off her camisole, but she smiled as I set itaside, and then she stepped back from me and danced, letting me watchthe gentle swing of her long black hair and the bounce of her smallbreasts as she moved.
"You're beautiful," I whispered as she came back into my arms. Herbreasts pressed softly agains my chest as we danced, and I could feelthe four earrings in her ear against my cheek.
She didn't answer, but slid her hand down my back and slid a fingerunder the waistband of my pants.
"Keep dancing, don't say anything more," she whispered, kneeling infront of me, still swaying with the music as she kissed my belly andundid my belt. She gently pulled off my pants, and as she freed myerect penis, she gently kissed it before standing to hug me and kiss meon the lips.
My penis pressed agains her as we danced, and she smiled down at itand petted it before stepping back and pulling my hand to the buttonsthat held her skirt. I knelt to undo the four buttons, and then kissedher belly as I set the skirt aside. Unbuttoned, the skirt was littlemore than a band of fabric a yard long and a bit over a foot wide, andshe wore nothing under it.
She pulled away from me when I tried to hold her, but she keptdancing, letting me watch the erotic motion of her body for a fewminutes before she finally pulled me to her and kissed me. Our dancinghad degenerated to just swaying together, and as I kissed my way awayfrom her mouth, she hugged me by the back of the neck and directed myattention downward, first to her soft breasts and hard nipples, andthen lower.
I knelt to kiss her belly, and then hesitated about kissing anylower. She knelt to face me, her knees to my knees and her hands on mybuttocks, kissing me again as we swayed to the music. My penis pressedeagerly into the space between her legs, and after a minute, she pushedme gently back into a sitting position on the rug and then straddled mylap and worked herself down over me. As I entered her, she kissed me,hard, and then leaned back, holding me with her hands behind my neck andsmiling at me as we rocked to the rhythm of the music.
She looked down at where our bodies joined, and I looked down,following her gaze and feeling a bit awed. I slid my hands from herfanny up her sides, and her smile turned to bliss as I began to gentlytouch her breasts.
I lost track of time as we rocked to the music. My attention wasfocused on the moist warmth of her body surrounding my erect penis, andthen an intense look came over her face as she pulled me to her andbegan kissing. Her hips rocked in my lap, and I could feel waves ofmuscular contraction rippling through her from within. She gasped, andthen I was gasping myself, feeling the pumping within me as I rocked myhips in a desparate effort to thrust myself even more deeply into her.
We held each other for a while after that, still rocking gently tothe beat of the music, but relaxed and happy in the warm afterglow ofwhat we'd done.
"You're fun," I eventually whispered.
She smiled shyly. "You too. Let's get into bed and I'll teach yousome more ways to do it."