Innocent Seduction

We left the subject of the previous night alone, talking about school and what we plan to do for the summer instead. She wanted to get a membership at the pool for the summer, to work on her tan, get exercise, and meet cute boys. I’m not sure what I’ll do, and I tell her as much. Summer school sounds good, or a nice summer camp, maybe science.

“Leona! You can’t, that’s just too horrible to think. Working on your summer vacation!”

“Hey, I’ll enjoy it. Besides, I’ll have to help my parents at the store anyway. I always do.”

The bus stopped and it was my turn to get out, Carin lived further out. I get up from the seat, backpack slung over my shoulder, and wave to her as I leave.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”

“See you!”

I hurriedly go inside, to my room, depositing my backpack and change my cloths. I choose a light weight polyester shirt that’s button up, short sleeves, and is a wisteria purple that compliments my coloring. Or at least it does now. And a knee length black skirt, satin lined, of the same polyester material. I find myself staring at the mirror over the bathroom sink, at the image reflected.

I used to never look good in anything, I’ve always felt like the ugly duckling. Looking at myself in the mirror now I can’t help but wonder if I haven’t indeed become the swan. My skin is rosier, my eyes seem to almost jump out with the shirt I’m wearing. The shirt is buttoned all the way up, but when I move slightly I notice that just a little cleavage can be seen. I didn’t use to have a problem with that. I rest a hand over my breasts, over the faintly showing cleavage, then slowly trail my hand down until it rested between my legs. I catch myself and move my hand, surprised at my actions, but dismiss it just as quickly.

Feeling a little daring, I brush my hair to the side, putting the part more on the left side so that my hair falls onto the right side of my face. I chuckle at the image but leave it as I make my way out of my room. Mom is waiting in the car outside, our daily routine, she is my ride to work. She’s driving the dark blue Camry, she decided that the car was hers to drive not long after we got it. It was band new a year ago, the other car is about ten years older. Father gets stuck driving the older model Escort. Not that either are bad looking cars.

I climb into the passenger seat and she pulls out of the driveway and onto the street.

“How was school?”

“Oh, it was all right. Their wasn’t much to do, getting so close to summer the teachers are trying to be easy on us.”

That wasn’t completely true, the other kids are complaining about all the assignments this close to summer vacation, but I’ve got all of mine done, and the ones I got today will be done and ready to go in no time. I’ve never had a problem with school, except that it’s slow and boring. Not nearly enough stimulation intellectually. And yet, my best friend is Carin. She’s always gotten bad grades and just doesn’t care. That part is a little ironic, but I don’t think about it much, it would cheapen the friendship to think of it that way. Both of us are quiet the rest of the drive.

It takes no time at all to get to the store. We park in the back and make our way inside. The only things behind the store is enough parking for my parents cars, their few employee’s, and the large dumpster. Somehow they managed to keep it clean. You know how dumpsters always smell, some worse then other’s? Well, I’ve never been able to smell anything nasty coming from our dumpster, it’s always just been nice, clean, air. Rather scary to think of, that my parents are that clean.

The inside is just as clean. We walk through the employee area, to our left is a closet that houses all our cleaning supplies, on the wall next to the door are pegs for hanging jackets. The pegs are full but I manage to fit my jean jacket in. To the right is the break room, the size of an average living room with a large, six foot, table in the center and snack machines along the walls. There is a fridge, with adjoining freezer, and a microwave setup on the counter next to the sink.

Their has to be some kind of code against setting up electrical appliances next to a sink, but nothing has ever been said to my parents. From there we move out, through the doors, and into the waiting store. We’re busy for a Wednesday evening, probably late dinner ideas. Mom puts me on a register immediately and all thought is pushed from my mind as I get bombarded with customers.

It seemed like only a few minutes since I got there but when I looked at the clock on the register, it said I’d been there for almost two hours. I don’t carry a watch, never have, they annoy me to no end. I have an internal clock that gets me places just fine.

With the influx of customers slowed, I start to clean up my register, wiping everything down. Out of the corner of my eye I spy a boy watching me, when I look up he looks away and pretends to be looking at a magazine on the rack. I remember him being there earlier and I know him, though vaguely. His parents moved to town last summer and I’ve seen him around. I haven’t said anything to him, and neither has he, he seemed to be a quiet one and just a little creepy.

I remember the first time I saw him, walking by his house with Carin when they were first moving in. He had turned to look at us and just stood there, staring, until we turned the corner. From then on he had creep me out. I don’t even know his name…. Suddenly, as the thought passed my mind while looking at him, a name comes to my head. Kevin. And the thought that he’s always found me attractive, even on my worst day.

I turn back to my work, giving it a lot of elbow grease, trying to stop my mind. Edward, I had tried to forget about him all day, tried and thought I succeeded, but now I see I haven’t, nor can I. I remember now that all day the boys had stared at me as I walked past them, boys that hadn’t ever noticed I exist suddenly stare at me. Carin had even commented about it at one point but I had pretended I hadn’t heard her.

I signal Olivia, the girl working on the register next to mine, and tell her I have to take a bathroom break. I make my way to the back, trying for casual, but feeling like I’m about to explode. The bathrooms are in the back, next to the doors that are marked ‘employees only’. Their for customer use, but we all use them, their aren’t many other options. I quickly go into the bathroom and lock myself in a stall, falling to my knee’s in front of the toilet. I feel ill, violently ill. I had thought that maybe it had all been a dream, that I hadn’t really met Edward. And yet their had been so many signs today, the boys staring at me, the way I looked in the mirror.

It suddenly became hard for me to breathe and I struggled to calm down. Silent tears fall and I start to shake as my breathing settles. I can’t do this, I can’t break down, I have to be strong. I know now that I have to see Edward again tonight, I’ll have to sneak out of the house after everyone is asleep. I need to know more, need to understand, because I’ll go crazy living like this.

It takes me awhile but I straighten myself out. I pause a moment to look at my reflection, making sure I look all right. I’m a little pale but otherwise I look fine. With a sigh I exit the bathroom and take a left, bumping into someone almost immediately. I curse my lack of attention and look to see who it was I had hit, and feel my breath suddenly leave me. Kevin, the boy who had been watching me earlier.

“S-sorry…”

My eyes hit the floor and I blush but a hand comes out to touch my arm and I look up to see him smiling down at me.

“It’s all right, no harm done, right?”

He’s a good foot taller than my five foot two inches, strawberry red hair and deep green eyes. He really is cute and I’m not sure why I hadn’t noticed it before. I could tell he was noticing me just fine, the look in his eyes was all for me, something I didn’t really have a name for. He left his hand stayed on my arm and I could feel his pulse through his hands, could feel that he wanted me, that just being this close caused him a small erection. I refused to look lower then his eyes to see if his desire was obvious or not. It was bad enough that I could hear his thoughts, how badly he wanted to kiss me, how badly he had wanted to kiss me since he had first seen me.

“No harm. I-I really should get back to work. Sorry again about bumping into you.”

I hurriedly move away, practically running back to my register. Olivia looks at me and winks, she had seen us together and thought he had flirted with me. No, it had been much worse and it doesn’t look like it’s going to get better because I can still hear his thoughts, how much he wants me.

The rest of the day is torture, even after Kevin leaves I can still hear his thoughts, see the images in his mind. Not only does it make me feel odd, but it actually turns me on. I had never thought anyone could like me as the simple girl I’ve been all my life, it had never occurred to me that anyone would notice. Edward had noticed me… I’m not sure I like that, that he had noticed me, I would of rather had Kevin notice me first.

While sitting in the car, mom driving back home, my thoughts drift to Kevin and what it would be like to have a boyfriend. He’s definitely cute, his eyes bright and friendly, face cut like the old Greek statues, chiseled and almost angelic. Even his height would be nice, I could rest in the crook of his arm while we watched a movie at the theatre. What would it be like now, now that I’m not just a regular human any more?

My mind runs through these thoughts as we arrive home, even through dinner I’m quiet, lost in my own thoughts. It’s not until I’m in my room, listening to my parents prepare for bed that my mind changes courses. I need a way to get out and see Edward. He’s the only one who will be able to explain things, the only one who can help me through this. Of course, at the same time, it’s his fault that this is happening to me. If I could make it without him, I would, but I know I won’t be able to survive without his help, at least for awhile.

I patiently wait, listening to my parents as they settle in to bed, when I can’t hear them move, haven’t for awhile, I move to the window next to my bed. I unlock and open the window, thankful that we don’t live in a two story home. It’s a bit of a struggle but I finally get the screen off and set it against the wall beside me. Pulling my skirt up, asking myself why I didn’t put pants on, I slip out of the window, dropping silently the foot or so from my window to the ground.

I make my way out of the yard, in the direction I knew Edwards house to be. The only thing I have to be thankful for as I walk from block to block is that I had chosen to wear comfortable flats, and not heels. Heels would of killed me walking this much. I count the numbers on the side of the houses until I reach the one I want, number 1246.

I feel a dread in the pit of my stomach as I move up the steps to the door and knock. I’m not sure if he’s even there now, or if he’ll welcome me, even if he had said last night we needed to meet again. After all that’s happened, I feel that I can’t altogether trust him. But, also, with what’s happened, I have to trust him a little in order to learn more about the new me.

He opens the door after what feels like an eternity and I come inside. I look around me as he shuts the door, the lights on in the main part of the house. The living room is cozy, but without life. Like in his bedroom, there are no pictures on the walls, or on the tables, nothing that speaks of him. The floor is the same faux wood as his room, the couch, and recliner beside it, are dark blue and have a slight sheen to them. The coffee table in front of the couch is dark cherry wood with a glass top, there is a cup sitting on it.

A small TV sits on an old entertainment stand, no movies are inside it‘s open cabinets. There is a small table next to a door, a door that I know leads to his room, it’s the same color as the coffee table and is void of anything. The room has no personality, just like his bedroom and the bathroom, the only rooms I’ve seen so far.

“Have a seat. How are you doing this evening?”

He sits down and motions for me to sit next to him. I think about just standing but change my mind after a moment and sit down beside him.

“A-all right… I, um, I had guys staring at me today.”

I blush and avert my eyes, a little ashamed to say it aloud. He laughs, short and abrupt, and I turn to look at him. He seemed to find it very humorous, whether my pain or their staring.

“Leona, they will stare, you looked good before but now your beautiful, bewitching. All you have to do to stop it, if you don’t want that much attention, is to merely tone it down. You practically glow now, drawing all the men around you. But, toning down on that glow will have to be done where other’s are. You aren’t quite ready for that yet. Tomorrow night, maybe.”

I nod my head, excepting his word, making myself trust him on this. And then I remember Kevin, and just as suddenly I feel his thoughts, his mind in mine, or the other way around. I feel his need, his desire for me, and in turn it fills me.

“Their was a boy earlier at work he stayed around watching me. But, um, he touched me and I-I could hear his thoughts, I knew his name. He wanted me.”

I blush a little as I talk, this subject definitely makes me uncomfortable.

“Really? That’s interesting. Touch amplifies your powers, you are a succubus after all. How long were you able to hear his thoughts, did you feel what he felt.”

I nod my head, “I felt his desire, inside, and felt it back. I kept hearing his thoughts all evening, I thought I had stopped hearing it during dinner, but now when I thought about it I could hear him again, feel the desire.”

“Your making fast progress. What you did is connect with him, his desire all it’s own was strong enough for you to take. You’ve been feeding off of him a little all evening.”

I open my mouth to protest, then close it when I realize that what he says is true. I hadn’t really noticed it but I had been feeding off of him because I had let his desire fill me.

“I didn’t hurt him, did I?”

“No, feeding like that will only make them a little drowsy, nothing serious. You’ll just have to watch yourself more carefully next time, know when to cut off a connection. But on this one, if he comes to your work tomorrow, tell him you want to meet him after dark. Bring him here, we’ll use him as part of your training.”

“All right.”

I’m not sure how I feel about that, bringing someone else into my mess, but I like the idea of being with Kevin alone. For some reason I don’t count Edward when I think of bringing Kevin here, maybe because I know he’ll give us privacy. I can feel my face get warm at where my thoughts had been going.

“I’ll take that to mean you like the idea.”

He reaches out and touches the tip of his finger to the top of my blouse and I shudder. I had wanted to take Kevin at the store but had fought it madly, but now, here, with Edward I didn’t have to fight. I let all the desire I had felt during the day flow through me and I felt the sudden moisture between my legs. Edward chuckles and moves his hand behind my neck as his lips touch mine softly.

“Not only will other’s desire you, but you will have a larger appetite for sex as well. It’s not unusual, it’s merely your body telling you that you need to feed. It’s all controllable, but if you don’t feed both parts of your body you’ll start shutting down. If the desire isn’t fed then your powers will wan and you’ll become weak.”

He took my bottom lip between his teeth and tugged gently, but I was tired of talk, tired of waiting. It was I that meshed our lips together, I who pushed him back on the couch. I only struggled a little with getting his pants off, pulling my panties off while my tongue mated with his, while his hands unfastened my bra and squeezed and pinched my breasts.

I pulled my skirt up to my waist and, with one hand, positioned him beneath me and thrust my hips down, drawing him inside me. I shudder at the feel of him inside me, then slowly start to work up a rhythm. He pulls my shirt off, taking my bra with it, and puts the tip of a breast into his mouth. He sucks on my nipple, his teeth grazing it, as I move faster above him.

His hips move in time with my thrusts and we build up an almost painful rhythm. But it feels good, I let all the frustrations of the day out as I pump him harder and harder until I scream out as I climax, my body releasing everything. I feel him come inside me moments later and I let myself feed, I take what I need and draw it within myself. I lay down, resting my head on his chest, with him still inside of me.

I feel sated, at peace with myself for the first time today day.