Brian pulled out the choker, holding it up for Andrea to see. "It's pretty girly, which is why most of my friends were unwilling to help."
"It's pretty, though..." she said, looking at it.
"Yeah. I found it at a store over our last break, figured it would be a neat item to identify. Worked it into being my major project for the semester. It's been a tough nut to crack, though."
Andrea reached up and took it, then looked at Brian. "So I just... put it on?"
"Yeah. Once it's on, it should start doing it's thing and I can check it over."
Nodding, she put the choker to her neck and clasped it. Brian's eyes went wide as she did. "What?"
"The gem just glowed," he said. "Not uncommon. Let me look it over."
"Okay," she said. He got close, eyes locked on the choker.
She could smell him again, feel his breath against her skin. "It seems to be letting out a little bit of energy right now," he said. "Which is weird. The one thing I've managed to put together is that this thing is full of power." He reached up, touching the choker and followed it around to the back of her neck. Images flashed through her mind of him pulling on her neck, forcing her face closer to his until their lips met-
"The clasp is gone," he said. "Shit." He reached for his desk and grabbed a small pair of scissors. He tugged the choker away from her neck and tried to snip it. "It's not cutting at all. I think this might be cursed..."
"Cursed?" Andrea asked. "What kind of curse?"
"Sorry, sorry. Working on it." He narrowed his eyes, looking at the choker. She could still imagine him pulling her in for a kiss or reaching a hand up to her chest and squeezing her breasts... small as they were. She could feel her dick hardening wherever it was, and this time it was picked up. She gasped silently as fingers wrapped around it, helping it harden more quickly.
"What's wrong?" Brian asked._ _So... maybe not so silent a gasp. She shook her head, forcing a smile, and he went back to investigating. She tried to keep her breathing under control as whoever had her dick was starting to stroke it. Memories of her doing the same came to mind, and fueled a new fantasy. Herself stroking Brian's. "I think it's a lust enhancement."
"Y-you don't say..." Andrea said.
"You're feeling it?"
She nodded, eyes following him as he straightened up. He towered over her, had to be at least a foot taller. She wanted him to hug her again, to hold her, to pull her sweatshirt off and...
"We need to get that thing off you," he said, turning to his desk. She whimpered, shaking her hips slightly as he did. The feelings of her body combined with her dick being stroked was too much. She needed to... to...
"It's strong, so it might take a bit to get it off. If we just-" Brian stopped abruptly. He had been wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants of his own, and she was glad for the latter. It made it easier for her to reach in and grab his cock. He turned to face her. "We can't, we don't know..."
"Please..." Andrea whimpered. "I really need this."
"Doing anything could make it worse."
"I really don't care right now."
He turned to face her, forcing her to contort her arm and then release and grab his dick again to keep a hold of it. He put his arms on her shoulders and for a brief moment she thought he was going to push her to her knees and whip his dick out. She could tell it was big, even though it was still getting hard in her hand.
"You're not thinking straight. The choker is making you horny-"
"Yeah it is."
"And you'll regret this later if we do it."
"I won't!" she said, squeezing his dick lightly as she said it. "I don't think I could ever regret this. I need it more than anything ever. I know this medallion is making me horny, but... if it feels good? For both of us? If me giving you a sloppy blowjob and then letting you fuck my pussy makes us both super, super happy?" She could feel his cock react to that, going to full hardness almost instantly. She smiled and sank to her knees in front of him, licking her lips. "It's up to you, Brian. I know what I want, and I think you do too..."
He hesitated, looking down at her.
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