Experimenting with the book

After what happened with Nicolas, I feel the desire to go further, mainly out of curiosity. But Nicolas is my friend, I don't want to control him. Above all, I want to know if this situation is due to the book, and if it's possible to use it with anyone.

I had to find a new guinea pig. Above all, someone who could sign my book without it seeming weird. Preferably a woman. Wait, why am I thinking this? I sound like a pervert. Can I use this book to get sexual favors? Is that wrong?

My gaze falls on a classmate, Anaïs. She is petite, brunette, and very pretty, especially because she smiles a lot. I have a little crush on her, but I know I could never date her—under normal circumstances. I ask Nicolas to come with me.

We approach Anaïs, who is sitting alone, tapping away on her phone.

“Anaïs?” Nicolas calls out to her.

She takes out one earbud and looks at us.

“Yeah?” she replies, wondering what we could possibly want from her.

“We want to show you something,” I say, handing her the book.

I scribble on a random page. As usual, everything disappears instantly.

“How does it work?” she asks us, surprised.

“We have no idea,” I reply. “Try it.”

She scribbles on her turn. As usual, the writing disappears.

“That's cool, but...” She laughs. “What do you want me to do with it?”

“We discovered that my signature stays on it,” Nicolas says, showing her his signature.

Anaïs inspects the lines that remain. “Do you want me to sign it too? Is it some kind of magic trick?”

“It's not a magic trick. We just want to know if only signatures remain,” I reply.

“That doesn't make sense,” she says.

She takes my pen and signs next to Nicolas. The signature remains. I smile slightly. I need to give her an order quickly.

“Nicolas, go away, I need to talk to Anaïs in private,” I ask Nicolas, which he does instantly. “Anaïs. Are you okay?”

“Yes, why? What do you want to tell me?”

“Do you want to go out with me?”

“Huh?” She replies, taken aback. “But we don't know each other!”

I feel immense embarrassment. It's not working?

“Forget what I just said,” I stammer.

“What you said?” “I don't even remember.”

My embarrassment instantly turns to relief. I should have said a statement, not a question.

“Touch your breasts,” I say firmly.

Instantly, she brings her hands to her chest.

“Can I touch them too?” I ask her.

“What? No!” she replies angrily.

“You want me to touch your breasts.”

She looks at me with a smile and directs her gaze to her chest, inviting me to touch her. I feel her breasts. They're not huge, but it's been six months since my ex broke up with me, and I haven't touched a woman in that time. It's been a long time. And it feels good. I feel an erection rising instantly. But we're in public. I can't go any further here.

“Anaïs. Be my girlfriend.”

She stands up and offers her lips. She kisses me.

“Will you take me to the movies tonight, hun?”