Crystal McCorrister was a real bitch. She has this really wicked body that can make you cum in your pants if she even comes within ten feet of you, but she treats you like a disease unless you're some hot shot with a $50,000 sports car or something. I've jerked off thinking about her so many times I can't even count, and every single time I finish I hate myself for it. I hate her. I'm totally in love with her body, though. If only there were a different personality in there.

We were walking around this old museum in town one day during a class field trip and she looked at this old skeleton in a display case that was positioned with its hand on its crotch. Right away she says to all her girlfriends, "Hey look! It looks just like Alfred Gilroy." They all burst out laughing and my face turned an angry red hue of embarrassment and rage. I stared at her with hate for a moment and she turned to me and snapped, "What are you looking at? Don't look at me!" As though I needed permission to even cast my eyes upon her. Still, in spite of my rage, I was immediately cowed by the force of her personality. I dropped my eyes to the floor. I felt like crying I was so mad. God I hated her.

"Now if you come down this corridor," the museum tour guide said, "you will see our brand new Ancient Greek exhibit." She gestured to the ramshackle mess in the arm of the L shaped corridor we were in. "There's still a lot of plastic and ropes hanging all over the place from the construction so be careful."

It was new alright. There were unopened crates, half-finished dioramas of little Greek market places and stuff. There were cans of paint scattered all over the place and scaffolds blocking the way to half the unfinished exhibits. "There's not much to see here yet," the tour guide said. "But in about a month this place will be a Mecca of Greek history and culture."

The group bustled into the area and gawked around at the displays.

"Who's this chick?" Tommy Wilson asked, gesturing to a statue on a pedestal beside him.

"That's an image of Aphrodite, the Greek Goddess of Love and Beauty."

"She must have got laid a lot," someone quipped obnoxiously from the crowd. A group chuckle bubbled up from the crowd.

"Actually," the tour guide said humorlessly. "You're thinking of Eros, the Greek god of sex. Eros is the Greek counterpart of the Roman God Cupid, who you all know from Valentine's Day. He's the one who shoots people with arrows, causing them to fall in love with the next person they see. Except in Eros' case, it was usually more erotic."

"Cool man! Arrows that can make a chick hot for you." Tommy Wilson grinned eagerly. "Where do I get some of those?"

There were laughs and high-fives exchanged among the guys, but our teacher told them there was really no such thing, and that if they got their minds out of the gutter for ten seconds they might actually learn something.

"There's nothing here to see!" another kid argued.

He was right. There wasn't currently anyone working on anything at the moment. Just one security guard standing there looking bored out of his skull. He had tossed Crystal a glance as we entered the area, and I saw him look her up and down. She saw him do this as well, but made no objection. In fact she seemed to like it. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Her chest swelled provocatively before him as he strolled up to her. Man was she ever workin' it over there.

"Hi," she said softly under the chatter of the tour guide's rambling explanations.

"How's it going?" the security guard said coolly.

"Boring," she replied. "I'd rather be out having some fun."

She cocked and eyebrow at him suggestively. What a little cock-tease! What a bitch! I said to myself. She'd just met this guy 30 seconds ago and she was already putting on the charms. I pretended to be quietly studying the artifacts in a glass case, but I was really watching the little game play out before me with this security dude and Crystal.

"Me too," the guy said with a grin, glancing down at her tits. They thrust boldly outward, straining at the cloth that tried to hold them. "Maybe we should hook up later."

What a prick this guy was. He must have been in his mid-twenties or something, and here he was going after a little high-school chick. He was just toying with her ego. I could tell. It was so obvious. She loved getting attention from men and he knew it. He was working it for all it was worth. He would probably end up seducing her, using her like a cheap little slut -rag whore, and then going off to brag to his buddies about it. As much as I hated her, I still thought that would be a really shitty way to treat someone.

She turned away from him, pretending to look into one of the glass cases. She arched her back and her sweet little ass swayed back and forth as he talked with her for a couple of minutes. I couldn't tear my eyes away. I trembled with pent-up lust.

The tour had moved on down the corridor and only the guard, Crystal and I remained. She glared over at me, giving me that 'what the fuck are you looking at?' look again. It burned me inside. Suddenly I didn't care whatsoever if this twenty-something pervert took advantage of her teen-age vanity. Let him use her like a whore and toss her away. What did I care?

I did care though. I wished in my heart that it could be me.

Crystal wandered slowly away back toward the group, but took care to hang far enough back that she could still flirt with this security guy. He followed her like a dog after a bitch in heat and left me alone in the half-finished Greek exhibit. I watched them round the corner as I stood there trying to control my feelings. Anger, hate, rage, shame, jealousy, and lust. They all tumbled around inside my guts like flaming garments in a dryer. My hands shook. My head pounded. I felt like I was going nuts.

Then something caught my eye. There was an unlocked glass case in front of me and inside was this little amulet. It looked like something that might have been brilliantly shiny at one time, but was now weathered to a dull leaden hue with thousands of years of neglect. It was round with frilly metalwork around the edges that almost made it look like one of my grandma's little tea doilies. It bulged thick in the center. There was an arrow shape piercing a backwards 3 engraved into it. I felt a strange confidence just looking at it, a weird sense of purpose and belonging filled my heart.

In the display case below there was a little label card beneath it that read, "GREEK #2923 - 1ST CENTURY BC? ORIGIN AND PURPOSE UNKNOWN - POSSIBLE RELIGIOUS ACCESSORY. RESTORATION AND CLASSIFICATION PENDING." I reached my hand into the case to touch the amulet. What the hell. No one was around.

It was warm. My heart suddenly felt less chaotic. I suddenly felt completely calm, cool, confident. I pulled my hand away. My adolescent guts shivered and churned into a tight knot once again. Weird. I touched it again and felt calm again. It was almost magical. I dismissed it as nonsense and shut the case. My guts wound up into knots again. I had already been here a few minutes and I didn't want to get in trouble. So I hurried back toward the class tour.

When I got up to the corner where the guard had rounded with Crystal a few moments ago I heard a soft sighing. It sounded almost erotic. I froze in my tracks just before I got to the corner.

"Oh, baby!" Crystal cooed. "That's so nice. Won't we get caught though?"

Caught? I wondered. What the hell were they doing?

"Don't worry," the guard whispered. "There are no cameras around here. That's why I gotta stand there all day guarding stuff. Hardly anyone comes around here except the egg-heads, and they're gone for the day."

Then there were heavy kissing sounds again.

I cautiously peeked around the corner and saw that the guy had his hands up her shirt and was feeling up her tits as he kissed her. They both had their eyes shut and didn't see me. My heart flipped over in my chest about a thousand times and I ducked back into hiding around the corner.

They had completely forgotten about me, I guess.

"So can we hook up later or what?" the guard said.

"My- ooh... My boyfriend- I can't," Crystal sighed. "Is there somewhere we can just go right now?"

"Come with me," the guard said.

Damn! They were actually gonna go fuck somewhere! Right here and now! Oh my God! What a fast operator he was. What an absolute whore she was!

My legs when weak. My guts went crazy with panicked desire and unrestrainable envy. My head spun. I peeked around the corner again. They went a little further down the corridor and ducked into a supply closet. I wanted to follow them. I wanted desperately to watch her get fucked, or give him head or whatever. Even just to see her kissed would be all my dreams come true. But I was too scared. If she saw me I'd never hear the end of it. She would destroy me socially, worse than ever before. I just knew she would.

But if I could see her naked tits and ass just once! It would be so worth it! If I could see her on her knees sucking the dick of some guy she'd only known for ten minutes. All my fantasies would come true. I stepped around the corner hesitantly. But then I stopped again, blocked by an overwhelming teen-aged dread of humiliation. She had me trained to feel like a dork, even when she wasn't around. I wanted to go peek into that supply closet, but I couldn't move. If only I had the courage. If only I had the confidence! If only-

Wait a minute. The amulet! What if I grabbed that amulet again! It seemed to have given me a bit of confidence before. What if I tried it again? I quickly hurried back to the display case and snatched it up. It fit nicely into the palm of my hand. I closed a fist around it and felt its warmth. Sudden all my fears melted away. I felt taller, stronger, and more virile. I don't know what it was, but I knew I had to keep this thing. I snatched up the label card as well and shoved it into my back pocket. No one would know it was ever even here. If it was important they would have locked it up, right?

"Right," I said to myself. There was no chance of getting caught. Ha! There were no cameras around, and the only guard was currently gettin' busy with a girl 8 - 10 years younger than him. The amulet was mine!

Then I headed down the hall and boldly rounded the corner.

I stepped up to the supply closet and found the door was slightly ajar. Sure enough there was a quiet moaning coming from inside. I opened the door, not even caring if I was seen and the amulet grew hotter in my hand. The door swung silently open all the way and there was Crystal McCorrister. She was backed against the far wall and the guy had her shirt open. He was sucking on her neck and she was tugging on his cock which hung out of his opened pants. My cock stirred from its semi-erect state to full hardness. She had her head thrown back in ecstasy, and her eyes were shut. She looked amazing. The guy's kisses moved down to her tits, and he tugged her skirt down to her ankles. I just stood there with the door wide open watching them and wondering if this was all a dream. The heat of the amulet almost burning in my hand told me it wasn't.

Her tits were truly magnificent. Like gorgeous heavy round globes of flesh that fit perfectly, and almost melded with his squeezing hands. He lifted them to his mouth and sucked her nipples to erection. They stood out proudly from her areolas with a glistening sheen of saliva that highlighted their shape and texture. Her beautiful long brown hair spilled down over her shoulders, coming down to almost cover them, and he brushed it away in annoyance. Then the guy turned her to get a better grip on her ass and I saw it for the first time. It was everything I'd always dreamed. Round, smooth, without the slightest blemish, like a polished wonder of fleshy art. He slapped it crudely and it jiggled under his hand. My cock throbbed at the sight of it. The security guard chuckled stupidly and massaged it roughly. He was offensive to me. In my fantasies she was always treated like a precious doll. This bumbling moron didn't deserve to have his hands on her. I sneered in anger.

Suddenly Crystal opened her eyes and looked right at me. Her eyes widened in shock and she just stared stupidly as the guy worked her over, pawing and sucking on her naked flesh, readying her for the fast and meaningless fuck he would take from her. I smirked at her, telling her with my eyes what I really thought of her. "I knew it all along. For all your bitchiness and conceit you're nothing but a two-bit whore," my gaze told her. She just stared back with a look of fear on her face, and then shame. She actually looked embarrassed! Finally it was me who had turned the tables of humiliation on her. She looked like she was about to push the guy away and end the little closet romp, but I raised my fingers to my lips in a silent shushing gesture, and motioned for her to continue. I even glanced up and down the corridor to let her know I'd keep an eye out. She looked at me, almost begging me with her eyes to be cool about everything, and I nodded. There was so much boldness in me that I was shocked by it. Yet at the same time it felt completely natural.

By this time the guy had her panties off and he dropped to his knees to service her delicate little apex with his mouth. She slumped against the wall as his tongue touched her and any thought she'd had of putting a stop to it slowly melted away. Her eyes closed and her breath quickened as he licked at her clit. He thrust a few fingers into her and stirred the juices around inside her. Her thighs quivered and her breasts heaved up and down with every gasping breath she took as he pleasured her. She clutched his head lovingly and coaxed him onward with delicate little moans that made her sound like an absolute little angel. A sheen of sex sweat formed on her chest and neck, making her glow even more. She shuddered and her tits jiggled once again. I looked on in approval.

Her eyes opened and she looked at me. She actually stared directly at me as this man licked away at her pussy. She didn't give me a dirty look. She didn't look away in disgust like she usually did. She stared at me with a deep and rampant lust. There her gaze rolled up to the ceiling and her eyes closed again. My heart fluttered in my chest. Oh to be in his shoes! The taste of her. The smell of her. The silky wetness of her innermost feminine secrets. Surely women like this inspired Eros worship in the first place! If only that stuffy tour guide could have seen Crystal McCorrister right then.

Just when she was approaching what looked like a beautiful orgasm he stopped and rose to his feet. Her look changed from gorgeous ecstasy to confusion, and then back to lust as he pressed her back against the wall. His pants fell to his ankles and he lifted her legs to his hips to penetrate her. She kept her anxious gaze locked on me as his cock was positioned at the opening of her wet and ready teen-age sex. He thrust upward, she sank down, and it went in. She closed her eyes and her mouth opened into a surprised O. He was evidently a well-endowed young man. Then her mouth curved into a satisfied smile as he continued forward into her.

She must have been deliciously wet. His cock entered her all the way with only the tight, wet resistance of her muscular clutch adjusting to the width of his invading manhood. They both moaned in unison as it conquered her to the very bottom, sharing the delight of intimately locked lovers, and they felt the exquisite pleasures of complete carnal contact with each other for the first time. His cock was all the way inside her. The feeling must have been perfection. He stirred it around inside her, exploring the effect her tightness and lubricity had on his cock. I could see that he was enjoying her. They both were and I felt the twinge of jealousy in my guts once again.

Once it was firmly secured inside her he began fucking her without the slightest shadow of any romance, up against the wall. She flicked her dazzled gaze up to me once again and just let the guy take her like that, her legs draped over his forearms, his chest pressing her to the wall. She licked at his neck with her sweet pink tongue and my erection throbbed painfully in my pants once again.

"Oh, man!" the guy said. "Sweet! So fucking tight!"

I could only imagine.

"S- So big..." she stammered in a girlish little voice I'd never heard from her before.

"How old are you anyway, Crystal?" he asked, trying to sound like he wasn't straining to hold her up. It seemed to me like a conversation that probably should have taken place before he was up to his nuts in her sweet little cunt, but who was I to say.

"Uh! Ah! Seh- Eighteen," she said.

What a little liar! She had just turned seventeen a few weeks before that. I had a feeling he knew she was lying as well but didn't really give a shit at the moment. As she was fucked there like that she sounded more like fourteen, though. If I wasn't looking right at her I wouldn't have recognized her. Her voice had curved upward into a high, sweet pitch of energetic arousal.

"Sweet," the guy replied. "You on the pill?"

"Yuh! Uh! Mmmmmmm..." she babbled breathlessly.

He took that as a yes and continued his clumsy fucking.

His cock was big. I could see it on her face. Her eyes widened each time he thrust forward into her. Her mouth opened into a whorish little O. She could not mask the arousal she felt in the situation. Though she had tried to be cool at first, she soon gave up. He was a man and she was a girl. He was in charge and though she seemed a little uneasy about the whole situation, she also seemed to love it that way.

Finally she closed her eyes and just let herself melt completely into the moment. A pair of strong arms was lifting her off the floor and she had nice hard cock in her. The guy fucked her like that for a long time and she got right into it after a while, with me standing there watching. She even winked at me at one point and I raised and eyebrow at her.

"Ah, yeah! Oh, baby!" she coaxed him. "Give it to me!" My jaw dropped open at her words. I was already beyond arousal, and this almost drove me insane. She bucked and jumped in his arms as he thrust upward into her. His kisses were all over her face, neck and chest and she responded enthusiastically. It went on like that for several erotically-charged minutes, and all he could do was blather on about how hot she was and how "good her pussy felt".

"Uh! Ah! Fuck me," she panted into his ear. But her eyes were on me. Somehow it seemed she was actually saying these things to me. "I'm gonna... come, baby! Ah! Don't stop!"

But it was too late. The guy growled in the strain of resisting his orgasm, but he could not. He yanked his cock out of her and dropped her gently to the floor. She fell obediently to her knees like a well-trained slut and took him immediately into her hot little mouth. She began working the orgasm out of him with a fast bobbing of her pretty little head and a hot suction that made her cheeks pucker inward. The slurping and sucking sounds her mouth made were quickly drowned out as his ejaculation commenced. Her hand jerked at the length of him her mouth couldn't reach.

"Ah, God!" the guy growled. She sucked the load out of dick with what seemed like ravenous hunger. Her speed and intensity were too much for him. His knees went weak and he fell forward against the wall as he spurted his hot come into her eager little mouth. "Ah, yeah!" he groaned helplessly. Now it was her who was in charge, and he whimpered like a baby as she aggressively worked the orgasm out of him as though he owed it to her. I saw her throat make swallowing motions as each blast of semen hit the back of her throat, and she took it all until he had given her all he could. She finished him off, jerking and squeezing the last few splashes of come onto her tongue with her hand. Then she swallowed the last of it deliberately, still not taking her eyes off me and I suddenly got the feeling she was performing for me, as strange as that seemed. I don't know why she would do that but there she was, on her knees like a grinning little slut, smiling at me as she swallowed down this young man's come.

"Fuckin' 'A'!" the guy said stupidly. "Damn you're good for a girl your age."

"I don't know what came over me," she said with false modesty. Would she now pretend to be sweet and innocent after fucking and sucking some stranger in a supply closet? She was flushed and her hands were shaky. She wiped the come and saliva from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand. Her tits jiggled invitingly. Finally the guy pushed away from the wall and looked down at her.

"I know what came over you," he said. "Me!"

It was not a very funny joke. She laughed nervously and he reached down to pull up his pants. She got up also and began hurriedly dressing herself.

She seemed disappointed, like she thought there should have been more to it all than that. Weren't these impromptu closet trysts supposed to be more satisfying that this? She hadn't even come. She had merely been used.

And I had watched it all. I would never look at her the same. I would never be humiliated by her again. It felt great. But somewhere else deep down inside another part of me felt sorry for her. Somewhere deep down inside of me I felt her need for release and promised myself I would satisfy her if I got the chance.

"I better get back to work," he said. "Listen you wanna hook up some time and go out..."

I didn't hear the rest. I strolled away from the scene with a vigorous confidence I'd never felt before. It was like waking up from a bad dream all the sudden. Had I ever been a shy, dorky little kid who couldn't even look a girl in the eye, never mind talking to her? What had come over me all of the sudden?

It was the amulet.

I opened my hand and looked at it. It had faded down to warm now but I noticed a funny little glow it seemed to give off. I rubbed at it with my thumb and decided I'd have to polish it up when I got home. For now I quickly shoved it into my pocket and hurried to catch up with my group. But as I rounded the corner I heard the young guy yell, "Holy shit! The door was wide open all this time?"

I grinned to myself and stepped quietly away.

Sure enough, my classmates were all but finished the tour. I caught up with them and they looked at me funny, like they didn't even recognize me. I just grinned casually and nodded.

"What's with him all the sudden?" Jenna Clark whispered to her friend Samantha.

"He looks different somehow," Samantha replied.

I smiled at them and they smiled back, nervously, excitedly. Then they turned away and went back to what the tour guide was saying.

Crystal came strolling up a few minutes later. Her face was still a little flushed and her hair was a little wilder, but not so much so that anyone could guess what happened. I knew however. We looked at each other. My gaze penetrated her. She knew all of the sudden that she had lost all her power over me. It was now me that held the power over her. What would I do with it? The possibilities were endless. Things were definitely going to be more interesting from here on. I walked over to her and grabbed her beautiful ass. She did not resist. She did not react. I gave it a good long squeeze which nobody saw and she patted my arm meekly. She was defeated. I would make her mine.

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