The Lover’s Amulet

I stood in my girlfriend's bedroom in her apartment staring at the locked bathroom door.

"Jennifer, it's me, I'm here. Is everything okay?" I called out.

The lock clicked and the door opened. My girlfriend, Jennifer, was standing there wrapped in a towel, still wet from the shower.

Damn, I am the luckiest guy in the world, I thought. Even straight out of the shower, no makeup, and with a towel covering her from mid-thigh to chest, pulled up right under her arms, she was a total knockout. Jennifer was the epitome of a "natural beauty" or that "girl next door" that every guy wishes actually lived next door. She was taller than average, had long straight medium brown hair, legs that seemed to go on forever, just the right amount of curves for her athletic frame that were enough to get noticed in any situation, and a face that somehow always looked innocent, kind, and approachable.

Still, today she looked different - she was slightly flushed and breathing noticeably than usual, causing her towel to swell and move, her curves dancing beneath it.

"Rob, I am so glad you are here," she said, coming up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and planting her mouth on mine, kissing me more vigorously than our typical greeting.

I wrapped my arms around her and she sunk into them, pressing up against me. Her kiss could have gone on forever, she didn't seem to want to stop, but still I was curious. "What's up? I got your text saying in all caps 'URGENT! I NEEEED YOU! COME RIGHT NOW!'. I tried calling but when there was no answer so I dropped everything and rushed over," I said.

"Feel this," Jennifer said, grabbing my hand and pushing it up under her towel between her legs.

I couldn't believe what I felt - her pussy was drenched, radiating heat, and open so much that it seemed ready devour my fingers.

"Jenn, you are soaked," I said, feeling her juices run over my hand and noticing they were dripping down her inner thighs.

Jennifer gave a little moan, "I know," she said, grinding her cleanly shaven pussy against my hand. "It all started with me feeling just a little turned on, but the feeling grew and grew. I tried playing with myself. The feeling went away for maybe a few minutes, but then it came back and grew stronger. That's when I texted you - I couldn't even think enough to talk to explain this and honestly I was in the middle of either my second or third orgasm when I texted you. Finally, I just tried a cold shower and you see how well that worked." Even with being turned on, a note of distress hung on her words.

"It will be okay," I said, trying to comfort her and not just give into the feelings I really wanted to act on. When I arrived I was alarmed and arousal was far from my mind, but seeing, touching, and feeling her, my feelings of arousal were fighting against those of concern.

I continued, "I mean, we know you can't ever get enough of me," I said, trying to lighten the mood with some humor, "but when did this all start?"

"It all started with this," Jennifer said, pulling down her towel to where it just covered her nipples. Nestled between her cleavage was what looked like a huge pink sapphire, set in gold, and hanging on a gold necklace so delicate that I didn't even notice it when I was looking at her before.

I exhaled through my teeth in an expression of surprise. "I've never seen anything like that before," I said.

"No kidding. I was on my jog through the park, you know, on my normal route, when I came across a large old wagon that it looked like someone could live in it - that is if it wasn't stuffed with stuff. Folded down from its sides were tables that were piled high with antiques, oddities, and mostly junk. You don't see that every day, so I slowed just long enough for the bearded old man dressed in robes running it to catch my eye and smile at me. I couldn't help but stop - it was at just the right place for me to take a break and he immediately seemed so nice - like a kind old grandfather I never had. It was totally not my scene - everything was old, dusty, dirty, rusty. I browsed just long enough to catch my breath and be polite, but when I was about to leave the nice old man said to me, 'Young miss! You are the loveliest thing and you deserve something as lovely as you.' Cheesy, I know. But he had my attention, and he held out this necklace to me," she said, holding the gem in her hand. "You know I am not obsessed with jewelry, but just look at this thing. I had never seen anything like it, so I couldn't resist taking it into my hands. As soon as I touched it I felt drawn to it - like, I wanted it. Of course, this was some old guy in the park and I was sure it cost more money than my tuition for the semester, but I had to ask him what it was. He said it was a 'Lover's Amulet'."

"A Lover's Amulet? Everything you are experiencing so far doesn't require love - maybe he gave you the wrong one and instead it is a lust or libido amulet," I said with a smile as I tried to move my sopping wet hand away from her pussy, and her thighs tightened around it in response, holding it there.

"Haha," Jenn replied dryly as she gazed into my eyes before answering. "The old man said that anyone as lovely as me must have a boyfriend and this amulet was to bring us closer together. He said it would bring our relationship to the next level and remove anything that was holding us back." She kissed me passionately, overwhelmed in her emotion.

I wanted to go with it, to give in to my desire, but still this was too much. I wasn't expecting my girlfriend to essentially propose to me this afternoon. My feelings of love and arousal fought against my concerns for us and the future. I broke the kiss, "Jenn, you know I love you, but this is all rather sudden. We just met at the beginning of the school year and now we are only a month away from graduation - we have some big changes ahead and who knows where they will take us. And really, am I the one?"

I didn't mean it, but I saw this last comment stung.

During Jenn's freshman and sophomore years she got a reputation around campus for being "a good time" in many ways. I have always been serially monogamous - moving from long term relationship to long term relationship, having only slept with four women in my life and dating only a handful more. Jenn, on the other hand, for the first two years of college probably slept with at least four different guys a month, if not more, and that is not counting all of the other ways she was with guys (and girls) other than just sex. By the end of her sophomore year it had gotten to the point no guy would even consider her for anything that just casual sex and she became both wildly popular and a bit of a joke around campus.

Something changed in her that summer. When she came back for her junior year she got a new apartment with a new roommate she hadn't ever met before to try to start fresh. She politely declined all contacts with the people and influences of her old life, and she kept to herself, working on self-improvement and school.

By the time we met in our senior year she was a totally different person - I could see it and she was wonderful. When we met and I learned her name, I almost didn't recognize her from the reputation of the girl I heard about around campus. When I found out who she was I thought nothing serious would come of it, but we took it slow and our relationship flourished into the strongest and most mature relationship I had ever experienced.

It was not all perfect. We had our disagreements, and when we argued it was over our own insecurities. I was concerned that I was not experienced or "enough" for her, given her past appetites, and in the deepest part of my mind I still thought of her "reputation" and how it could affect me. Jenn was deeply in love with me, but she could see my insecurities and she herself had the concern in the depths of her mind that she really could never be with just one guy. We spoke about all of this, except maybe the deepest concerns that we talked around enough that each of us had an idea they were there, and these were the recurring themes of our arguments.

"Damnit Rob, I would have never taken this stupid amulet if I didn't think you were the one and I certainly never would have put it on," Jenn said, clearly hurt.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it that way," I leaned forward and kissed her, which always seemed to end our arguments no matter how heated. "I love you. It is just so sudden and I think it's best we discuss our future without all this emotion - and arousal," I said, "But what you just said gave me an idea." I took my free hand and went to lift the necklace off. It didn't budge. I couldn't even lift the amulet from between Jenn's cleavage it was so impossibly heavy.

"Gee, I never thought of taking the necklace off," Jenn said, sarcastically. "But please don't stop trying - your hand between my legs and your other one between my boobs are getting me so turned on that at least I will get to orgasm number four," she said as she ground her pussy against my hand.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but maybe you should try to hold back. You said cumming provided only temporary relief, and then the arousal came back even stronger. So, your orgasm alone is not what the amulet wants and may make things worse," I said. "Did the old man give you any kind of instruction manual for this thing?"

"Kind of. He just said 'Love conquers all' and that I should only put on the amulet when I was fully prepared for its effects. I guess I kind of messed that part up and did that too early. It's just I kept staring at it, and as I did images of you and us together were just flashing into my mind over and over. I couldn't help feeling the need to put it on," she said. "I'm just glad you came over so quickly, otherwise I would have been in real trouble with how horny I am."

"Yeah, I'm sure I can help us solve this. At least in the books and movies with this sort of thing you want to make sure you follow all the rules and warnings - you see what already happened here. Did he say anything else?" I asked.

"Yes, well I there may have been other things too, but I was so focused I remember this. It was so poetic, romantic, and it even rhymed in part: 'when the stones align and essences combine, you will be united in love until the end of time'," she said as she pressed herself up against me and the amulet began to glow faintly.

"Wait, what? Stones?" I asked.

"Yes, it is a Lover's Amulet after all - two people, two amulets. I left yours on the bar by the kitchen - I thought you would see it when you walked in," Jenn said.

I felt the sudden compulsion to find the other amulet. "I was rushing in to see you, I didn't notice it," I said. "Please let me have my hand back, so we can go get it."

Jenn moved her legs apart, freeing my hand, which was soaked down past the wrist. I wiped my hand on my shorts as I rushed out of the room. My mind was racing - Jenn wanted me to find the amulet and put it on. A large part of me wanted to do what she wanted, but still there was a nagging part of my brain that told me not to, summoning all my usual fears about our relationship as the basis. If Jenn found the amulet first, I may not have a choice - she may just put it on me, and who am I to stop her - it would crush her. If I found it, then perhaps I could stall for time to go find the old man and figure out a solution. Jenn was right on my heels, moving quickly in just a towel, either wanting to be there when I put it on myself, or possibly to find it first and put it on me.

"Oh, hey guys! Is everything okay?"

I was so single-minded in my mission to find the amulet first that I didn't notice the television was on.

Shit,I thought. Somehow through my focus on Jenn I had blanked on the fact that I had on the way to the gym with my best friend and roommate, Kevin, when I got Jenn's text. Like everything else with this amulet my mind was just so focused that other typical concerns and details fell away.

"Hey Kev. Yeah, everything is fine. I am sorry this is taking so long. I didn't mean to hold up your day," I said.

"It's cool bro, I was just kicking back and relaxing. The game is on in a little while, so you guys could have taken as long as you needed," he said smiling as he looked at me wiping my hand on my shorts and the wet spot I had made on them. "There was no need to rush things on my account, I am perfectly comfortable here."

Kevin sure looked it. He was reclined across the sofa with his feet kicked up facing the television in the family room across from the kitchen. This was a similar position to the one he normally assumed at our place, but there was a big difference this time - his legs were spread and he was absentmindedly rubbing his bulge through the front of his gym shorts.

I can't really be seeing this, I thought. We were roommates, gym buddies, and best friends, so we had a level of comfort with each other and had seen each other in various states of undress from time to time over the years, but never like this.

As I was trying to figure out what to say or do next, I felt Jenn come up right beside me. "Hi Kevin!" she said with her usually positive tone.

If Jenn's greeting were designed to make Kevin stop, it didn't work. He just grabbed himself and for a moment he seemed like he was embarrassed and trying to push his cock down or under his basketball jersey, but instead he just held it, looking back at her in her towel, taking her all in.

I didn't know what was worse: my girlfriend standing in front of my best friend in just a towel, seeing my best friend fondling his cock through his shorts, or him now doing it while looking at my girlfriend in her towel. Any one of these things was far from normal, let alone all three.

"Oh, hey Jenn. You guys were in there a long time and I know Rob was really worried about you," Kevin said, his eyes wandering over Jenn's towel-covered body. "You sure look okay." With that he began to stroke himself again, right there with us watching him. I couldn't believe it.

I tried to only look him in the face and ignore his obvious hard on. "Kev, I don't know what has gotten into you, but I think you might not be feeling well. Why don't you just take my car and you can either pick me up later or I can just see you back at our place," I said.

"I think Kevin looks fine, except when he said I just look 'okay'. How about now?" Jenn asked.

I heard the fabric moving and felt the air move beside me before I saw it - Jennifer dropped her towel. I moved to catch it and wrap it back around her, but gravity was faster than I was; so there Jenn was standing there completely naked, except for the amulet, in front of me and my best friend. I knew I should be moving to cover her up, but before I could act I noticed the amulet around her neck was glowing pink a little more than it had earlier.

Even though I failed to cover Jenn, I knew that Kevin would do what any best friend would do in this situation and avert his eyes. As I turned to Kevin, I saw his gaze was fixed on Jenn. He stood up, his cock now outlined and protruding against his shorts as he held it in his hand. "Hey bro, I am really sorry. Jenn is your girlfriend and I should never see her like this, but it's not me. I can't control it. I just can't turn away."

"The hell you can't!" I exclaimed, furious, but then what I saw it through the mesh of his basketball jersey made me freeze in my place: a blue glow. I hadn't noticed the chain before, because Kevin always wore a couple gold chains no matter how much ribbing I gave him about them. But it was clear, the blue glow under his jersey matched the intensity of the pink glow nestled between Jenn's breasts.

"The Lover's Amulet," she said, walking nonchalantly over to him as if she had all her clothes on and he wasn't standing there holding his cock through his shorts.

Jennifer pulled Kevin's jersey off, and there the amulet sat against his chest among two of his other usual chains. It was almost identical to the amulet Jenn was wearing, except the giant gem was blue instead of pink and the gold chain holding it was masculine and substantial. Jenn stroked the amulet with her hand and in doing so her fingers brushed against Kevin's chest. Seeing that she wasn't going to back away on her own, I walked over and led her back beside me. I tried putting the towel back around her and she just shrugged it off.

"He's now seen me naked. Putting the towel back on doesn't make him un-see it," said Jenn, providing her explanation for her behavior.

I didn't respond because thankfully Kevin's attention had shifted to the amulet around his neck, "Is that what this thing is?" Kevin asked. "You two were in there so long that I went to the fridge to get a drink. I saw it on the counter and thought I would put it on as a joke. Rob, you are always giving me a hard time about my chains, I figured what is one more and we would have a good laugh about it. I'm sorry, but what have I done?"

My anger started to subside when it all started to make sense. "It's okay. I'm not really sure yet. We just need to find our way through this. Jenn meant it as a gift for me and you wearing it may have unintended consequences. It appears the amulets have some influence on their wearers. Before today I didn't think either what you or Jenn are doing right now was even possible," I said, not wanting to say or even acknowledge what I was seeing. "So try to fight it. Try to suppress your, um,desiresand take it off."

"Got it, think unsexy thoughts," Kevin said. He closed his eyes and seemed to be deep in concentration. He moved his hands up to the necklace and tried to lift it off at the chain - it didn't move. His face tightened as he focused on whatever thoughts he was trying to bring to his mind as he moved his hands to the amulet itself. I saw the muscles in his upper arms and shoulders tense, struggling, his face reddening and his breathing intensifying as he tried to lift it, but it did not shift at all. "Fuck!" he exclaimed as he gave up. "Uh, sorry for the language Jenn. Rob, why don't you see if you can help me lift it off?"

"I guess there is no harm in trying," I said. I walked up to face Kevin, staying far enough away so I didn't come anywhere close to the tent that was poking out in front of him. He grabbed the amulet and I grabbed the chain, "On the count of three, think of the most anti-arousing thoughts you can and pull. One, two, three!" Both of us pulled, and struggled, and groaned, and strained, as our breathing increased, and we started to break out into a sweat from the exertion. Finally, after what seemed like forever, I had to give up, "enough!"

Both of us were red and sweating, Kevin's bare chest was wet and my shirt was damp. Only after we stopped trying did I notice that something had changed: while the amulet hadn't moved at all, Kevin's cock was now straining against his shorts, trying to rip free. More perplexing was that I noticed my cock was now awake and pushing against my shorts a bit as well. Jenn was watching us intently and one of her hands had drifted up to lightly tease her nipples and the other had travelled lower to trace the outside of her labia.

"Why don't you two try again?" Jenn asked, her tone a mixture of amusement and lust.

"Sounds good to me," said Kevin.

That's a weird comment, I thought as I intentionally did not respond to their remarks. "Brute force is obviously not the solution," I said, "I just need time to think. Let's all go to Jenn's room just in case Sara comes home."All we need Jenn's roommate to add another horny girl to the mix with these two and we will never get out of this, I thought.

I had Jenn lead the way and I put myself between her and Kevin on the way back to the room. "The first step is to try not to make this worse and don't do anything. Resist any urges," I said. I walked Jenn to the bed, where she sat down on the side near the foot. She again refused the towel I tried to wrap around her, but looked to offer me a compromise: she crossed her legs and covered her breasts with her hands. Kevin took up his place about as far from her as he could, sitting on a love seat that was up against a wall as far as possible from the bed. I walked back and forth between them, pacing to try to clear my head and think, but also in an attempt to keep my own nagging erection at bay. "You two are worse than a pair of horny teenagers."