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”   “What choice have I got?

I mean, it“s stupid for women to shavetheir bodies, but I guess I like the idea of a hairless body.”   “OK, I can make me hairless,” she said, and then paused. “That aboutcovers everything, ready for me to materialize?

”   “No!

” I said, suddenly aware that I was naked. “Let me put somethingon.”   “Why bother?

I can“t materialize clothing, only a body, so I“ll benude. Anyway, I“ve followed you around for a year; I“m used to what youlook like when you“re nude, and I like it.”I sighed. “OK.”She was there. It was that simple. One moment, I was alone in myroom, and the next moment, there she was, standing in front of me as Isat in bed. She was beautiful in the light of my bedside lamp, slim,dark-skinned, with even darker areolas that almost covered her smallbreasts, and long black hair down to her waist.She took a step towards me and held out her hand. I took it, and itwas warm and solid, as real as my own. She smiled at me as I looked ather, and then she pulled my hand to her breast. “Come, feel me, enjoythe body you“ve helped create.”   “I still don“t believe this,” I said, my hand trembling as I touchedher breast. It was soft and warm, real flesh, and very feminine flesh.   “What can I do to convince you that I“m real?

”   “I don“t know,” I said.She sat on my bed beside me, her thigh against mine, her breasttouching my arm as she rested her arm around my shoulders. “I suppose,”she said, speaking softly, “I suppose it doesn“t really matter. Why notjust enjoy a fun night of fantasy and let the question of whether I“mreal wait for the light of day?

”   “OK, but I“ve got to go to work tomorrow, you know.”   “Don“t worry, I promise, you“ll wake up rested and ready for actionin the morning.”   “Then convince me,” I said, getting out of bed and turning to lookat her. “Convince me that you“re magic.”   “OK,” she said, grinning, and then disappeared. She was gone, but inseconds, I felt a soft touch. Lips touched mine, hands slid over myback, and warm breasts pressed themselves against me. It was the stuffof pure fantasy, but it felt so real.As I sat back on the bed, I gave in to the fantasy and beganreturning the kisses. There was nothing to see by the light of mybedroom lamp, yet I felt a woman on top of me as I lay down in bed. Herlips kissed my neck, her fingers touched my chest, and I stroked herinvisible back.My penis rose between my legs with an intensity and speed unlikeanything I can remember, and then it was engulfed in soft moist slidingwarmth. I looked down and saw nothing. My hands rested on nothing toeach side of my erect penis, but I could feel it. I could feel her bodybetween my hands and I could feel her body surrounding my penis.My curiosity was overwhelmed by the sensation. The pressure in mypenis mounted to limits I“d never experienced in my solitary pleasures,and then I felt an orgasm like nothing I“d ever expected. It roaredthrough me, it mounted higher, and roared again, sending waves of pureundiluted pleasure through my body as my penis slid in and out of theinvisible soft velvet of her body.It lasted a long time, and then I felt her lips on my mouth and herbreasts on my chest. We kissed, I slid my hands over her invisiblebody, and I wondered what was happening to me. In no time, I felt myerection returning, and the rise to another orgasm swept my thoughtsaside.It seemed like the entire night went on like that, one impossibledreamlike orgasm after another, each perfect, each satisfying, and eachleaving me rested and ready for more. If it was a dream, it was themost incredibly sexy dream I“ve ever had, and if it was real, there wasno way I could reconcile it with anything I knew about reality.Monday morning, I woke up aware of her body pressed warmly againstmine. Her fanny was against my hips, her back against my chest and myfingers were on her hard nipple. I could smell her, and when I openedmy eyes, I could see the back of her head only inches from my face.   “Are you awake?

” she asked, in a very quiet voice.   “Yes,” I answered. “Who, what are you?

Did we really … ?

” Ibroke off flustered.She chuckled and held my hand to her small, soft breast. “Did wereally what?

We really did make love last night, almost all night, ifthat“s what you want to know. For a beginner, you“re pretty good, itwas fun. As to who I am, I don“t have a name yet, but you“re welcometo name me. What am I?

I“m not sure what I am now, but I was born agirl, a very normal girl, a long long time ago.”   “How long ago?

”   “Hundreds of years, and it“s been a century or so since I last tookhuman form.” Her voice sounded sad. “When I“m in human form, I get sodisgusted with people, but when I“m a spirit, I miss having a body somuch.”   “Are there others like you?

There“s a word, a succubus, is that whatyou are?

”   “A succubus?

I“ve played that role at times, and I“ll admit that itcan be fun, but it“s not something to dedicate a life to. I don“t knowif there are others like me. I guess it“s possible, but I“ve neverfound any evidence of any except in folktales.”   “It sounds like you“ve had some lonely times.”   “I have,” she said, and then took a long breath. “You know, in allthose years, I“ve never talked about it with anyone else.”I didn“t know how to respond to her, but I liked the feeling of herbody against mine and I liked the way she held my hand to her breast.She stroked my forearm with her hand, and then sat up beside me andlooked down at me. Her skin was a warm brown in the early morninglight, except for her dark brown lips and the dark circles of her largeareolas. She gracefully shook her long hair, smiled, and slid a handdown my chest.It was exciting looking at her and feeling her fingers on my skin,and when she noticed my excitement, she wordlessly straddled my hipswith her thighs and slid herself down to engulf me. She was gentle atfirst, sitting on my hips and moving ever so slightly while she smileddown at me and fingered my chest, but as my excitement mounted, shebegan to rock harder, and then I could see that she was excited too. Ipulled her to me as we neared a shared climax, and the exquisite touchof her nipples on mine sent me over the edge as we kissed.After breakfast, I think she wanted to make love again, but I stoppedher. I pushed her away as she tried to hug me and lead me back to bed,and then I confronted her, standing facing her in the bedroom doorway.   “Look,” I said. “Whoever you are, I“ve got to get to work. I“ll belate as it is.” Her beautiful brown body was very tempting as she stoodnaked before me. “You said you started as a normal girl, then became aspirit or something, and now you“re very much a girl, but what the hellare you?

How did you become a spirit?

”   “Magic.”   “Right,” I said. “The trouble is, that tells me nothing.”   “I was trapped, my father was a monster, he wanted to force me tomarry for his political advantage, and I might as well have been inprison the way I lived. Worse, I was in love with a boy. Under thosecircumstances, wouldn“t you try things, anything?

I did, I found an oldbook, a wizzard“s book, I think, and the result was what I am now.”   “What else can your, uh, your magic do?

”   “Not much, not now. I“ve discovered that the less use I make of mymagic, the better it is. In the first few years after I earned myfreedom, I fooled around with it all the time, and it got boring. I“velearned that in the long run, it“s more fun to play by the rules. I“vealso learned how to use my magic powers to temporarily nullifythemselves, and late last night, after I materialized, I did it. Now,I“m all but powerless until this body dies.”I didn“t know what to say. It sounded like she“d made a hugesacrifice, and it sounded like she“d made it so she could live with me.I looked at her for a while, trying to understand her, and I felt a bitlame when I finally broke the silence. “Do you have a name?