Xanthe-Step One: Intro

by Truh

This is my first foray into the world of erotic stores. As such you'll find that it will not be perfect. It will, however, be the best I can do. As I'm sure you'll find, each of my stories will have an intro that is quite short compared to the rest of the main body.

There was something about Xanthe that caused her to fall completely off everyone else's radar. In most cases, this was a bad thing. Loneliness and longing tore at her heart as she watch the one she ached for pass by her every day without so much as a backward glance. And yet in some cases, being invisible was good.

At a young age, she had been going through her mother's books. She found a rather raunchy title, and by going through it's pages discovered a whole world she had up till now known nothing about. Now the lonely ignored hours were spent with her small digits busying her lower lips in accordance with the instructions on the page, having to use pillows to stifle the cries of newfound pleasure.

She'd replaced the book as soon as she'd been able, but she could tell her mother suspected something. How she longed for her mother to look at her in the way the couples in the book look at each other. Such longing, such love... She was only eight but she longed to feel the tender caresses the words on the page described.

On that particular day, she stepped off of the bus to find her mother at the door with her hands on her hips. With a frightened squeak to her voice, she asked what the matter was. "You're a pretty smart girl for your age, so what do you think the matter is?"

Something was different about her mother's eyes, they almost appeared to be smoldering with a look that young Xanthe couldn't describe. After a long pause with no answer, she pulled the raunchy book out from behind her back. "You were rooting thorough my things, and as a punishment... We're going to do everything this book describes, to the letter."

Xanthe didn't know wether to be excited or frightened, but the flush that came to her cheeks told her mother that she wasn't going to refuse. She beckoned for her daughter's hand, and gently lead her towards the bedroom, placing the open book on the edge of the bed.