Vellus Pedis (Trish's POV)

I cracked my neck. Man. Mid terms were rough this year.

“Hmm? Yeah. One sec,” Chrissy said. “Eddie’s here, can someone buzz him in?”

“I got it,” I said.

“Thanks Trish,” she said.

“Should we go?” Stacy asked, looking at to Ginger.

“Nah, don’t worry,” I said hitting the buzzer. “Eddie is as dense as a bag of bricks, but he ain’t a bad guy. Plus, he listens to me.”

Chrissy nodded. “Trish is the one friend wish estrogen he has that is uhm,” she paused.

For a someone that fucked her boyfriend enough to make a rabbit blush, she was certain coy about saying it to some random girls she didn’t know that well.

Eddie came in, he was with a few other dudes from the team, they were holding some bags. Was this a party? Hmm, might have to change venue after all, I couldn’t speak to the others.

“Eddie? You didn’t mention guests?” Chrissy asked.

“Not guests. Coach canceled practice. These are the guys, they are gonna give me a lift. But hey, I found this rare book. I was wondering if maybe you could give it a read while I am gone, if ya have time that is?” he asked.

She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. She couldn’t stand cuz of her wheelchair. She broke her leg last month, hence us coming to her place rather than her coming to us. Well, Stacy lived next door anyhow, so it worked out pretty well.

“Who are these fine ladies I have never met,” one of the football players said.

“Huh, oh. Uhm, Chrissy? Your friends-”

“Battin for my team, or our team fellow carpet muncher,” I said.

He nodded. “Gotcha, drop it dude. Plus, we gotta run.”

“But-”

“Drop it,” Eddie said pushing him.

See, Eddie was a good guy. A fellow carpet muncher. When the door closed. Stacy and Ginger both breathed a sigh of relief. Hmm. Glad I managed to salvage that.

“Trish, could ya, help?” Chrissy asked pointing to the bag with the book.

“Oh, yeah, no prob-”

What… I just… froze in place. What was this feeling? All I did was take the book out of the bag? It was heavy for one? But, it left me feeling… powerful. Like, really powerful. Kind of turned on too.

“Trish?” Chrissy asked.

“Hmm? Oh, uh, actually. I kind of needed a break anyhow. Mind if I check this thing out? For a minute? You are better at the subject the girls are working on. Then we can switch?”

“Uh, sure. I don’t mind,” Chrissy said. “You are familiar with books like that?”

“Not as much as I would like to be,” I said. But that was about to change it would seem. I sat down looking at the cover. Vellus Pedis Latin I think? Even that title felt… powerful. The cover had a circle in the center, bright yellow and was surrounded by flames. Again, just powerful. I could feel the pride of whoever made this.

I rubbed my fingers over what felt like the raised felt, it was almost warm to the touch. Like, that was how much passion the crafter had placed into it. Beautiful. I don’t know why it was turning me on, but it was just amazing. The title was embossed as well. Looking at my phone, I decided to google the name.

Lice Fur? That… Well, fuck google. It was probably wrong. Whatever. Or it was some kind of thing that made sense in context. For now I just flipped the page.

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What! I shut it.

“Everything okay?” Ginger asked. “Your sweating.”

I felt my head. I was. “Just, a bit thirsty. Be, right right back,” I said as I grabbed my bag and the book and ran towards the kitchen. When I closed my eyes I thought of the text inside the book. Fuck me I wanted to masturbate. I crossed my legs. No, I wanted to… I wanted to masturbate in front of people. God, what? I wasn’t normally an exhibitionist, but could you fucking imagine how hot that would be? A bunch of people jerking it cuz this fucking grade a lesbian is flicking her bean in front of them? A prize they aren’t worthy of? Maybe… just to make their life. I would come be with them for a moment. For me, it would just be a moment, but it would change their life. God, I stuck my hand down my pants… no wait.

Not yet. Fuck. I slapped myself and looked at the book. This… this wasn’t normal.

I was a horny bitch. I knew that. Everyone knew that. But, I didn’t mastubate in my friends kitchen. I pulled out my supply bag. As any risky med student slut should have. Tempature. 99.7. One degree. Could just be warm? I wrote a note.

Pulse, 95 BPM. Okay. Pupil, normal. I set my a timer and drew a card. E. Okay. Elephant…. Uh,. Eagle. Elk. What else. Emu and Eel. Thirty seconds. Okay. Sooo, that is the best I can do now. Hmm.

Clever girl.

“What. Hello?” I looked.

I peaked out into the living room. “You guys say something?” I asked.

“Nope,” Stacy said. “You feeling okay?”

“Just, feeling a bit flushed. Quick question, just me or is it hot today?”

The girls looked to each other and then shook there head. “Not particularly,” Chrissy said.

“That’s what I thought, I was probably just a bit dehydrated. Don’t worry about me. I am drink some water, get an ice pack.”

“Okay. Feel better, let us know if we can help!” Chrissy added.

I smiled.

So easy to fool them.

I looked at the book. It was you wasn’t it? Thats why it was all normal. Eddie found a magic book. Hmm. Arousal. I feel good. Wait. I don’t just feel good. I felt, good about myself. Thats your thing isn’t it?

Silent treatment? Hmm. Well, I already knew how to figure this out. I could read more. No, you’d fuck with my mind that way. That’s how youd normally get people. I grabbed a bag, and sealed the book inside. The heat. If you wanted to conceal yourself. The heat, you’d conceal the heat wouldn’t you? But you can’t. I put the book in the freezer. I could feel the arousal slowly fading a bit.

I mean, it was more a guess than anything. And honestly, I could be losing my mind. It could have been coated in some new **** and I was having some sort of acid trip talking to a book. That was why I put it in a bag, for one, I should block future exposure if so. But if I was wrong, it would protect it from water damage.

But the connection weakening and my arousal fading told me I was winning. The final test was simple. I opened the freeze and placed my hand on the bag. Exactly what I thought, it was just as warm.

Help, will reward.

I smiled. “You can’t regulate your heat. You will be destroyed by this, won’t you? “

I waited for a moment. I closed the freeze door.

Hmm. This was… tricky. If I stole the book, obviously they would call the police. I didn’t know how long it needed to be cold. A week? A year? It didn’t seem to be able to hear me while the door was closed. But I couldn’t deny the possibility that it could be luring me into a trap. Moving it was dangerous too. Fuck, my own mind was dangerous.

Opening the freezer door was dangerous. But… Stacy and Ginger? No fucking way. Chrissy was pretty strong? She might be able to handle it, but she had a broken leg. The book was heavy, if she got pinned holding it. That was a nightmare situation. Eddie… fuck, I may have respected the man. It had to be me.

I opened the freezer. “You can answer some questions, and we can deal. Or I can play the game of see how long it takes for this book to get cold.”

No response.

“Going once. Going twice.”

Ask!

“What is your name?”