I first saw her in the coffee shop that I worked at. If I believed in angels, I'd have thought she was one that had been cast out for being too beautiful. My eyes refused to turn away. My mind was empty as she walked towards me. My entire life condensed into that one moment as she opened her mouth to speak;

"Can I have a mocha and a blueberry bagel, please?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I'd like a blueberry bagel and a mocha."

"Oh, yeah, sorry. I'll have it right up."

I turned around, and, with shaking hands and a pounding heart, began making her coffee in awkward silence. After using the deafening sound of the blender to prepare myself, she totally and unexpectantly disarmed me with a question.

"You new here?"

I looked over my shoulder around the shop. The only other person was my co-worker, who was sweeping while listening to his iPod.

"Me?"

She smiled warmly.

"No, I was talking to the stool. Of course you."

Her sarcasm caught me off guard, and I was slow to respond.

"Uh, yeah, I am. Just started Saturday."

"Ah, so that's why I haven't seen you before."

I finished fulfilling the rest of her order with little talking.

As she was leaving, she turned and said, "Have a happy Monday."

"You too." was all I could get out.

 

     And so, a routine was formed. Every weekday morning, she'd come in and order a coffee and a pastry. We'd have a short conversation while I prepared the order. She'd pay and leave and I'd spend the rest of the day thinking of her and counting the minutes until the next morning. As time went on, I learned her name was Michelle and that she was recently out of college, and had scored an office job at a large corporation downtown. This placed her a year or two older than me. I learned a few of her likes and dislikes, and even the names of a few realitives and friends. However, most importantly, I noticed her necklace. Its gem was garnet, about a half-inch in radius, inset within a golden wreath of ivy leaves. She told me it was a gift from her grandmother, and she wore it everyday.

     Our routine maintained itself until one Friday afternoon. She and a friend showed up and ordered a box of donuts. They stayed and ate them in the shop and, when her friend went to the restroom, I walked over and sat at the table to talk to Michelle.

"What brings you here so late in the day?" I asked.

"Well, I just broke up with my boyfriend."

"Oh, man, sorry."

"No, don't be be. He was a dick. We're kind of here celebrating."

We sat in silence, but I barely noticed because of the millions of thoughts all trying to be heard.

Do it now!

She's Single!

You'll regret it if you don't!

Stop being a pussy and ask her out!

I looked around nervously, trying to make a decision. Before I could, I heard the bathroom door open. I stood and retreated to the counter, trying to hide my despair. We waved to each other as they left.

 

     When my shift was over, I returned home. I fell onto my bed, wallowing in sadness and regret. Eventually, sleep took me. 

 

     I could feel movement. A sway to the left and right. I heard footsteps. My eyes fluttered open. I couldn't see much, but I seemed to be underneath some sort of fabric that was stretched across giant mounds. The swaying stopped. Suddenly, there was a mass of movement and light struck me. The fabric had been removed, but what I saw confused me. It was Michelle, in all her beauty, standing before me in her bra and jeans. Between her breats was the gem of the necklace. She appeared to be standing in her bedroom. I watched as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. I felt movement, and I was was suddenly dangling above the ground. I looked ahead and saw Michelle bending over and pulling down her pants. She stepped out of them and stood back up. My world rightened, and that's when I realized I was looking at a mirror. I felt myself being lifted, and watched as Michelle removed her necklace. I was placed in a box and watched the lid close. I was in her jewelry box. I was her necklace.

 

SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE!

 

     My alarm clock screeched at me until I turned it off, just like normal. I sat up and wiped my eyes. Unlike normal, I could remember every detail of my dream. It felt so real.

Probably just caused by my emotional distress.

I got up and readied for work.

 

The next day continued as always. I got up, got ready, and headed off to work. Michelle came in as expected.

"Hey!" she said.
"Hey," I replied with a weak smile.
She waited a beat before saying anything else.
"You don't look so well. You seem kind of... out of it. Did you get enough sleep last night?"
I fumbled around for something to say. I couldn't tell her about my dream. She'd think I was some kind of creep.
"No, I didn't," I decided to say, which wasn't entirely a lie.
"Hmm... You should try some warm tea. That seems to help me sometimes."
"Ok, I'll do that." I said, offering a smile.

After a few minutes of small talk, she was gone. For the rest of the day, I thought of her. I thought of my dream. Was I really that obsessed with her? Would I ever have that dream again? My questions would soon be answered.

When I arrived home, I spent my time as I always had after work; by wasting it. I played my video games, browsed the internet, watched a little TV. However, the entire time I was anxious for bed. As much as I was confused by the previous night's dream, I found it highly erotic. Just being so close to her...

The movement roused me. My eyes shot open. The fabric above me barely let any light through.
Am I dreaming?
I heard her speak. It sounded as if she was right behind me. I tried to call to her, but my mouth refused to move. It was this dream. Again.

Except, it wasn't. I soon realized we were not at her house, but at her workplace. I was with her as she performed her duties. I remembered that her job mostly consisted of typing, so there wouldn't be much notable movement throughout the day. When she did move, sometimes her breasts would squeeze me between them. At this, my consciousness would squirm in delight. To be between those perfect hills was heaven. I could feel every breath she took. The tension rose. Eventually, my being was consumed with an intense outlet of pleasure. If it could be called an orgasm, it was the best one I'd ever had.

I was still with her when she returned home. More light entered my prison. The fabric above me was removed and I saw her. She was standing in her bathroom, a blazer and shirt on the floor. Again, I was looking at mirror. Once more, my world dipped as she removed her business pants. As they dropped around her bare feet, I peered into the mirror. Was I really so close to the goddess now stepping out her pants, unaware of my presence?
Yes. I am.
The thought brought a tremor of glee.

Now it was my turn. She undid my clasp and placed me gently on the bathroom counter. Little did she know, I was placed a bit to close to the edge. I fell and hit the mat at her feet, barely making a sound. She then removed her underwear and let them fall on top of me. Luckily, I was left with a small opening to see out of. I heard water erupt from a faucet. I watched as her enormous form entered the shower. Seeing her from this angle, I realized just how small and helpless I was.

The scent of her underwear was intoxicating. Barely any time seemed to pass before the water stopped. I heard her drying off, and then the curtain zipped open. Her foot appeared in my view, far above me, before blocking everything else out. It slammed into me, the force causing the hole I was looking out of to widen. My "face" was now between her big and second toes, with the ball of her foot being smashed into much of my view. I could tell she noticed me; she began using her toes to grope me. Their strong muscles pushed me this way and that, ground into me, and squeezed me as she tried to figure out what I was. Eventually, she seemed to give up and began to play with me. Her toes rubbed across me, almost sensually. Finally, she used them to pick up her underwear and toss them aside.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "It's you!"
She picked me up, her gentle hands a contrast from her probing foot. I was placed on the counter again, this time further from the edge. I watched as she gathered her things and left the room.

SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE! SKREE!
I sat up and glared at my alarm clock. I almost threw the damn thing at the wall.

The day was barely a blur. I remember Michelle walking in, and wanting to talk to her about my dream, but knowing I couldn't. As for the rest, it seemed I was barely conscious. I longed to sleep, just to be close to her again...

My dream that night was as vivid as it had ever been. I was still on the counter, with the mid-morning sunlight streaming in through the window. I heard bustling in the adjacent room, and soon a female figure appeared before me. However, it was not my Michelle. I recognized her as Vivian, Michelle's roommate, and the same friend that was with her on the fateful Friday.
"Oh," she exclaimed, "Michelle left her necklace."
Though not as glorious as my owner, Vivian was still a beauty. I enjoyed watching her as she got ready.

Her eyes darted from her reflection in the mirror to me. I saw an almost predatory look in them.
"I don't think she'd mind..." Vivian whispered.
Slowly, gently, she picked me up. She tentatively placed me around her neck. Her breathing was slow and methodical, like she was nervous and trying to calm herself down. Then, as suddenly as she began acting strangely, Vivian continued with her business.

Being outside her shirt, I was able to see the world from a new angle. I fully realized what I was. No more was I free to control where I went or what I did. I couldn't even look where I pleased. All I could do was hang from her neck and sit upon her bosom. My entire life was dictated by her, and she was totally unaware of it.

After doing a bit of chores, she sat down on the couch and removed me from her neck. She studied me, and turned me over in her hands. Her soft fingers ran across my gem, my "face". Standing up, she held me towards the light and watched as the light danced across my jewel. It felt like she was staring into my soul. Then we heard a car door shut.

Panicking, Vivian threw me onto the couch cushion. She quickly grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Then, her massive rear descended upon me.

I felt pressure, but not pain, as her cheek formed to my shape. I felt her muscles move and her weight shift as she crossed her legs. Then, I heard the voice of Michelle.

"Hey Viv."
"Hey Michelle."

A few minutes passed. If I had had a mouth, I would've groaned as Vivian shifted her immense weight a few more times.

"Have you seen my necklace?" Michelle asked.
"No. Did you check the bathroom?"
"Yeah, I just did. I thought I left it there last night, and forgot to grab it this morning."
A moment passed.
"Will you help me look for it?"
"Um, yeah, just give me a minute."

After waiting for Michelle to walk off, Vivian grabbed me and pulled me from under her. Acting fast, she pulled back her pants and dropped me in, then threw her shirt down to hide my form. I was pressed firmly against her buttock, with nothing between me and her skin. I felt her impossibly strong muscles shift as she went off to help her friend.

Every so often, Vivian would bend over. At those times I was pushed deep into her skin as her already tight pants were stretched to their limit. After what felt like hours, I was finally released from my prison. Vivian pulled me out and unceremoniously tossed me underneath a bed.

"Ah! Michelle, it was under your bed!"

She fished me back out and inconspicuously wiped me off with her hands. Vivian had barely released hold of me before Michelle snatched me up.

"Oh, thank God! I was so worried."

Michelle squeezed me tight in her hands as she studied me for any imperfections. Then, without warning she brought me up to her lips. There she held me, eyes closed, almost kissing me. He lips pushed against my being as her hands kept me warm. It was here, in my owner's embrace, that I drifted off to blackness.

It surprised me when she came in on her day off. She wore a low-cut shirt, allowing me a good view of her cleavage. Sitting atop her bosom was that necklace. As we talked, I couldn't help but feel as if I wasn't entirely there, almost like I was in a dream. Nevertheless, today was the day I was going to make my move.
"So, are you seeing anybody?"
"No, no, I'm taking a break for awhile."
"Ah. Well, that's a bummer."
"How so?"
"I was wondering if you'd go to dinner with me sometime."
"Oh... well, we could always go as friends."
"Yeah, that'd be nice."
There was a moment of awkward silence before I had to help another customer.
As I worked and she consumed her order, my eyes were drawn back to the necklace. I felt like it was watching back.

It surprised me when she came in on her day off. She wore a low-cut shirt, allowing me a good view of the coffee shop. Standing behind the counter was... me. I watched myself converse with her. I felt her heart skip a beat when I proposed the dinner with her. I suffered through the awkward silence again. When she finally got her order and began eating it, I stared at myself from across the room. As I stared, I couldn't help but feel as if I was entirely here, totally conscious, as her necklace.

We left the shop about 20 minutes later, but I barely noticed. Was that truly me? Am I reliving this as the necklace, or did I pre-live it as a person? Am I dreaming now? I couldn't have been dreaming then, or I wouldn't have been there just now. What if that was another person? What if I've always been this necklace, and only thought I'd been that man. No, it's impossible! I know everything about that person, and I don't know anything about this necklace from before he met Michelle. I mean I. From before I met Michelle.

We arrived at a bookstore after a few minutes' commute. With coffee in hand and me around her neck, Michelle set to work picking out a book to read. Again, I was reminded of how much control she had over me. When she bent over, I dangled from her neck, swinging gently back and forth. When she stood back up, I fell back upon her chest, landing atop her perfect bosom. Though I could move my eyes around, I had to face wherever she did. I was forced to read what she read. I couldn't even move how I wanted. She was my world; I was just along for the ride.

She eventually picked out a book and sat in one of the available chairs to read it. As she became enthralled by the power of literature, she began to play with me with her empty hand. She stroked me and rubbed me ever so gently. After a few minutes, she lifted me higher and began twirling me around. With each turn of the page, she brought me closer to her face until I was pushed against her plush lips. Then, they parted.

I was slipped half way inside her mouth with my "face" looking down. Before I could react, her tongue had already appeared below me and rose up to slam against me. She moved it back and forth, stroking me almost as she had done with her fingers. I quickly became covered in her saliva. After what seemed like hours, she pulled me out and wiped me against her shirt. She bought the book, now with a marker not even a quarter of the way through. I knew I was going to be in her mouth again later.

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First off, I'd like to apologize for the incredibly long wait. I'm not going to lie and say that I've been busy or haven't had the time. Mostly, I've just been procrastinating. The reason for that is two-fold; one, I'm a habitual procrastinator, and two, I just don't know where to go next.

I've never exactly been one to plan or prewrite. I mostly just have an overall idea for what I want each chapter to be, then I fill in the gaps with whatever enters my mind while I'm writing. The issue I have now is where to go with my story. I have where we are now, and how it will end, but I don't know with what to fill the in-betweens. I feel like I've written myself into a corner. Part of me calls out for a swift closing of the story with one or two final chapter(s), but the other part says that would be cheating you dear readers out of a better story. So here's what I'm going to do; I'm going to let you guys help. Leave a review or shoot me a message with advice, ideas, etc. It could be anything from simple writing suggestions to more situations for our heroes to go through. It'd also help to ask any questions that may be on your mind (for example, "How did the necklace become magical?"). I probably won't answer them directly, but it'd help to give me an insight into what you guys want from the story narrative-wise.

Again, I'm terribly sorry if this "chapter" disappointed anyone.

Regards,
Ubersalamander

(Shit. This isn't long enough. Each chapter is required to have atleast 500 words. Excuse me while I type the letter above a second time in order to meet the requirement.)

First off, I'd like to apologize for the incredibly long wait. I'm not going to lie and say that I've been busy or haven't had the time. Mostly, I've just been procrastinating. The reason for that is two-fold; one, I'm a habitual procrastinator, and two, I just don't know where to go next.

I've never exactly been one to plan or prewrite. I mostly just have an overall idea for what I want each chapter to be, then I fill in the gaps with whatever enters my mind while I'm writing. The issue I have now is where to go with my story. I have where we are now, and how it will end, but I don't know with what to fill the in-betweens. I feel like I've written myself into a corner. Part of me calls out for a swift closing of the story with one or two final chapter(s), but the other part says that would be cheating you dear readers out of a better story. So here's what I'm going to do; I'm going to let you guys help. Leave a review or shoot me a message with advice, ideas, etc. It could be anything from simple writing suggestions to more situations for our heroes to go through. It'd also help to ask any questions that may be on your mind (for example, "How did the necklace become magical?"). I probably won't answer them directly, but it'd help to give me an insight into what you guys want from the story narrative-wise.

Again, I'm terribly sorry if this "chapter" disappointed anyone.

Regards,
Ubersalamander

(If that's not allowed, please tell me, Mr. or Ms. Moderator, so I can come up with something else before you remove my story. As Aquaman said in Star Wars, "I didn't mean no offense!")