I (Brad) had just finished moving into my new apartment in a new city for my new job. This building had been recommended to me almost by chance. The place was nice, with a full kitchen, one-and-a-half bathrooms, a large living/dining room, an in-unit washer/dryer, and two side rooms. 

I set one up as a relaxed office with a couch and the other, obviously, my bedroom. Since this was a high-rise apartment building, I decided to have my bed opposite the window, as the sun would shine through in the mornings to help wake me up.

I was heading back into the building after getting groceries when I heard a woman yell as I stepped into the elevator.

“Hold the elevator,” the voice rang out.

I placed my hand on the door when a slender brunette jogged into the elevator.

“Thanks,” she said, giving me a quick once-over.

She looked for recognition and then said it.

“Aren't you the new IT coordinator at Franklin and Wayne Industries?”

“Yeah, I just started this week,” I said. “Have we met already? I've been introduced to so many people so far.”

Giving her more attention, trying to place her as if I had seen her before. She was of average height and shape, from what I could tell. She was wearing a flowy, earthy-coloured dress that hid her body and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses. Her brunette hair was pulled into a tight bun, so I couldn't really gauge its full length or anything.

“It's ok,” she said, adjusting her glasses. "I work in HR and kind of just blend into the background sometimes."

We talked a bit over the course of the slow elevator ride. When the doors opened for my floor, we both stepped out, and she headed down the hallway opposite my apartment.

She turned around as she walked away and said, "It's Melissa, by the way."

"B-Brad," I called back.

“I know, HR remembers," she quipped back.

Over the following week, I ended up seeing her more often; sometimes it felt like she was just passing by out of the corner of my eye, and other times it felt like she just appeared around me. Once or twice, we would chit-chat about how I was adjusting to the new job while riding the apartment elevator.

It was my second weekend in the apartment, and I was sitting around not really doing anything, just reading a book. Then, out of nowhere, there was a knock at my door. Looking through the peephole, I saw Melissa standing in the hallway, hair still up in her tight bun.

“Hey, how's it going?” I said, opening the door.

“Not too bad," Melissa said, "but I just ordered these new bed sheets from a local distributor, and they sent the wrong size and color. They are sending me the correct one and said I can keep this set.”

“Well, that's nice of them,” I said.

“So obviously, they don't fit my bed, but I saw the movers bringing your mattress up, and they should fit yours. So I thought I could give it to you for a spare set when your girlfriend comes to visit,” Melissa said.

“I don't have a girlfriend, but thank you,” I said, taking the sheets. They were actually my favorite color, dark green.

Melissa was about to walk away when I called out, "Hey, do you have any plans for lunch tomorrow?”

“No, are you asking me out?” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes and no, I just haven't made a lot of friends and feel awkward always eating by myself,” I said.

“Ok, meet me downstairs at 11 tomorrow. I know a place with a killer cheesecake; the slices are huge,” she said, turning and walking away.

After closing the door, I placed the sheets in the closet and went back to reading my book.

Night came fast, and I was extremely tired even though I hadn't done much that day. So I went to bed and fell asleep quickly, almost faster than I ever had before.

That night, I dreamt more vividly than I could remember; I felt as if something were approaching me. I couldn't tell whether I should be worried, but in this dream, I ran.

It seemed like I was running through the apartment building, but the hallways were never-ending, and something was still just right behind me. At one point, I felt cold; then a warm touch jolted me awake.

I sat up in my bed, the sun shining through the window in front of me. I was drenched in sweat and out of breath. I must have been tossing and turning, as my blanket was a mess at my feet. My bed sheets, however, looked as if a wildcat had attacked them; there were several slashes and rips in the fabric.

I guess it was a good thing I had an extra set now.

I changed the sheets out, then got ready for lunch with Melissa.

We met in the lobby and headed a few blocks down the street to a local mum-and-pop diner. The meal was pleasant; we chatted about various things, from our hometowns to how we like working for the company.

At one point, I told her about my dream from the previous night. 

“That's crazy,” Melissa said. "I read that sometimes dreams like that sometimes mean that a new transition is approaching faster than expected, and being caught means that it can no longer be avoided.”

We finished up with the cheesecake, which was pretty good, and headed back to the apartment building, going our separate ways once we reached our floor.

That night, I was hesitant to fall asleep but lay down nonetheless. I drifted off to sleep very easily that night. 

As I slept, I felt as if someone were watching me. I don't know if it was a dream or if I had woken up in the middle of the night, but it seemed like I saw someone in the corner of my bedroom just watching me. The faint shadow just stood there in the corner of the room, neither moving nor saying anything I could hear.

Before I could do or say anything, I remember waking up. Fortunately, this time my sheets were in one piece, flattened out and pulled up to my shoulders, as if I had been tucked in.

During the day, nothing was really out of whack, typical Monday bull. However, that figure just standing in the corner kept burning in the back of my mind throughout the day.

That night, trying not to think about the previous night’s sleep, I made sure the apartment was locked before going to bed. I know it sounds ridiculous, but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was standing in that corner.

As I lay in bed that night, I tossed and turned for a few minutes before falling asleep. Just like the previous night, I dreamt of that figure. This time, it was standing next to my bed.

It was almost cloaked in darkness; I couldn't make out any details, even though it stood right next to me. 

I couldn't tell how long it had been there or how long we'd been staring at each other.

At one point, it reached out and touched the side of my face. Its touch was cold yet warm.

It shocked me, and I jumped awake. The sun had been shining on my face. I rushed out of bed to check my door; it was still locked.

I thought back to it and felt the side of my face where it had reached out to touch me. The touch reminded me more of a lover's caress, something that builds towards an intense moment. It didn't scare me; I was excited, but it was just a dream. 

That day at work, I tried to push the past two nights out of my head and focus on an issue with one of the client servers that needed an upgrade.

At lunch, I went to one of the break rooms when Melissa came in. She obviously saw me first and sat down across from me.

“You look rough,” she said.

“Thanks, I've been having some issues sleeping this week,” I said.

Looking up at her, she looked a little different today. Instead of being in a bun, her hair was in a ponytail, showing that it had some waves when it wasn't in her tight bun. Her smirk also helped me put the worries from the last few nights out of my head. Her eyes also reflected a shade of green that I hadn't noticed before.

We ended up chatting for a few minutes as my break was about to end.

As I got up to leave, she said, "If you are having a hard time sleeping, camomile tea and honey 30 minutes before bed always help me.”

“I’ll give it a shot,” I said.

I put my mug in the sink after drinking the tea Melissa recommended, got ready for bed, felt a bit better, and put the previous night out of my head.

As I slept that night, I couldn't tell if the figure was there, but I could feel a pair of hands running over my body. I wouldn't say it was a massage, but it felt caring; the hands caressed my face, shoulders, arms, and chest. They eventually reached for my waist and my cock. The touch was still gentle, almost inquisitive. I could feel my cock start to swell as the hands caressed and played with my balls. I felt the hand grasp the base of my cock, then I woke up.

I looked around, and again, nothing. The only difference was that this time, I woke up with a raging boner. I mused on the idea of taking care of it, but decided not to, looking at the time and needing to get to work.

During the commute to work, I finally decided it was all just a dream and that I needed to get it out of my head as best I could, since I didn't seem to be losing sleep. I've been waking up well rested, and it was probably just nerves.

That day, while riding in the elevator at the office, Melissa got on, and it was like her aura changed the mood of the elevator; at least for me, it did. 

We exchanged pleasantries, and I felt an urge to ask, "Do you have any dinner plans tonight?”

“No, is this another invite?” she said. “That's two in one week.”

“Yes, and lunch and dinner invites are two different types of invites,” I said.

She agreed, and we planned to meet separately at a local steakhouse since she finished work earlier than I did.

We sat across from each other in a booth, and I was truly enamored with this woman. Her hair was loose now, falling wavily to her shoulders. She wore a more flattering dress that exposed her curves and was even cut to reveal some of her cleavage.

What stood out most was the interesting shade of lipstick she wore. I am sure I had seen it plenty of times before, but for some reason, on her, it stood out. 

Between her lips and the green in her eyes, I could not take my eyes off her face.

The evening was quite enjoyable, and as we had at lunch the other day, we made our separate ways once the elevator reached our floor.

That night, as I dreamt, the figure appeared again; it looked more female this time. I don't know if it made me more comfortable or what, but the fear I had earlier in the week had gone. This time, their hands were running along my chest down to my cock.

When they reached my cock, they grasped it, feeling it and playing with my balls. As I lay there, I prayed that I wouldn't wake up and they would finish me off.

Once I was fully hard, they grasped the base and began stroking me. The touch tonight was like electricity running through me; I was yearning for the figure to finish me off.

With each stroke, I could feel myself building to ejaculate. As one of the hands moved up and down my shaft, the other massaged my balls. The hand stroking me, every few strokes, the thumb would trace the head of my cock. This touch would send a shiver of anticipation through me. 

Finally, I could feel my orgasm get ready to explode as it crept up my cock, ready to explode.

The next thing I knew, I was waking up, unaware if I had cum or not. I got up from bed and checked, and the door was still locked from the night before, and I was still alone in my apartment.

That day at work, I was busy tracing some of the fiber lines in the building, so I was going all over the place. The weird thing was that I kept seeing Melissa on every floor. I was never able to approach her, and if I did try, she kind of disappeared.

I was kicking myself for not asking for her apartment number or even her phone number.

That night, I couldn't tell if I was nervous or excited to go to bed with all that had transpired over the past week.

As I dreamt, the female figure appeared at the foot of my bed and pulled the covers down, revealing my sleeping body.

They slowly opened up my legs and moved up the bed between my legs. The arms reached up and stroked from my chest down to my cock.

The hands grasped my cock and stroked it to be fully erect. 

This night, it did not stroke me once I was erect; I felt her breath against the skin of my cock. 

It was almost like it was teasing me before I felt her tongue lick from the base of my cock all the way up to the tip of my cock.

Once the tongue reached the head of my cock, it twirled around the sides, and then her mouth enveloped me. The figure's head began to lower itself, taking the fullness of my cock into its mouth. 

When she reached the base of my cock, she squeezed her mouth around me. Drawing up, I could feel her tongue swirl around me, reaching the top of my cock, then bobbing back down.

At first, I felt as if I couldn't move, but as the figure continued, it seemed as if a weight had been lifted from my arms. I quickly placed them on the back of the figure's head. Instead of pulling them off, I pushed them down. 

My hands are on the side of its head, guiding it up and down my shaft. The figure continued to pay attention to my member, eventually placing one hand at the base of my shaft and stroking me while their tongue and mouth continued their sucking.

I could not take any more and started to cum; the figure's mouth moved to the top of my cock, holding my head around its lips. I sent spurt upon spurt into its mouth. Once I finished, its tongue did one final swirl around my cock head.

There was an audible pop as the figure took my cock out of its mouth. I awoke rested, covers pulled up once more.

As I got out of bed, I looked down at my cock, and I was shocked that the base and the tip of my cock were lipstick. The same shade that Melissa was wearing the other day.

I needed to speak to her, so I decided to find her in the HR department and talk about the past week.

When I got into the office and headed to the HR department, Melissa was not there. After asking around, I was told there was no Melissa in HR.

I headed to my workstation and searched the company user database. There was no Melissa in the company; had she been lying to me about her name? How was she in the building if she didn't work here?

That day, as much as I tried to look for her, she wasn't there. I spent the day walking around curiously, hoping to run into her as we had so many times before.

That night, I sat in bed, worried about what would happen tonight. As I felt sleep approach, I grabbed tightly to my blankets, but something felt different tonight. The moon shone brighter in the room.

I realized I was being stared at in the middle of the night. I looked and there she was, Melissa, standing nude in front of my bed with the moon shining behind her. 

She looked radiant as her hair flowed, and her hands traced up her body to caress her breasts.

She gave her nipples a slow, tantalizing tweak, then grabbed my covers and, unlike the night before, threw them off of me. 

Like a predatory animal, she crawled upon the bed. She started kissing my thigh and moving up towards my cock.

She gave it a few kisses and licked it from the base up the shaft before moving to my stomach.

Planting kisses up to my chest, her tongue gave my nipple a flick as she moved up.

My body was held still, unable to move, but I yearned to hold her to take charge and fuck her.

Once her body had moved up enough, she reached between our naked bodies and took hold of my cock. She teased it along her pussy; I could feel her wetness dripping out of her.

In one smooth movement, she impaled herself on my cock.

It was like fireworks of joy exploded between us at our coupling.

She paused for a moment, adjusting to my cock's size inside her tight cunt. As she relaxed, she leaned down and finally kissed me on my lips.

Our tongues met and danced together in each other's mouths. With this, I felt a great pressure leave my body and could finally move on my own.

I wrapped my arms around Melissa and began pounding my cock into her.

We broke our kiss as she gasped for air, as my cock pistoned inside of her. With her back arched, she presented her breasts to my face, so I planted my face into her bosoms. I kissed, licked, and sucked my way from one nipple to the other, then back.

She switched to grinding herself on my cock, as I could tell she was approaching orgasm. I lay there as she placed one hand on my chest and watched her magnificent breasts swaying as she let out an enthusiastic scream.

As she cried out, I felt her pussy clench onto my still-hard cock. She shuddered and fell on top of me as her orgasm subsided.

I pulled my cock out of her quivering pussy, and we shifted positions. I placed her face into my pillow and pulled her voluptuous ass into the air.

Taking hold of my cock, I lined it up to her gaping pussy and rammed it back inside of her.

She let out a yelp as I thrust inside of her. I placed my hands on her hips as I took control from this point on. My cock easily glided in and out of her pussy, feeling her pussy wet my cock more and more with each movement.

I was jackhammering inside of her for a few minutes when she cried out, "Oh, Brad… I am…CUMMING!!!"

Hearing her say that caused me to shoot my load deep inside of her. The feeling of my own orgasm seemed to drain us both. Once we finished, we both collapsed and fell back to sleep.

The Saturday morning sun shone through my window, waking me up. I looked down, and Melissa was cuddled next to me, head resting on my chest, just staring up at me.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” she said.

"Go... good morning,” I pushed out. “What the hell was that? How come no one at work knows who you are? Do you even work there? How have you been getting into my room?” I asked as a floodgate in me had just opened up.

She smirked and sat up, the sun making it seem like she was glowing, her breasts freely wobbling as her nipples reacted to the coolness of the room.

“Ok, so I have not been a 100% honest with you,” she started.

Melissa told me how she had a hard time finding a nice guy in this city who didn't just want her for sex. To change things up, she went and consulted her pagan priestess and asked for help with her love life. The priestess induced a trance in Melissa to find her soulmate. 

The trance apparently showed her to me, so she started hexing things to bring us together.

She laid it out from my getting hired to finding the apartment and even the encounter in the elevator.

The real kicker was the bed sheets; they were hexed to cause me to use them. Having handled them, I was swayed to rip them up in my sleep.

As for the office, she actually worked there but doesn't go by her first name; instead, she uses her middle name, Bethany.

Finally, she addressed the night visits: the sheets cast an obedience spell, meaning that when she knocked at night, I would open the door for her.

The spell had certain restrictions; it would only last for a week, and I had to be willing to participate. If at any point during the week, I pushed her away or ignored her, the spell would be broken, and she would have to find someone else.

I sat there, somewhat shocked but intrigued. I had actually developed feelings for her, but asked, "So do I truly have feelings for you, or is it part of the spell?”

“You do; it's kind of like the movie Aladdin. Magic cannot make people fall in love. It can only show what is already there,” she said. “And since we have fucked and the week is almost up, you are now immune to the spell, so feel safe; I can't do the same trick twice.”

“Well, in that case,” I said as I pulled her close and kissed her again.

We fell back into bed and continued to make out for the rest of the morning. Melissa ended up moving into my apartment the next week. She does wake me up in the middle of the night occasionally to fuck, but otherwise we fuck before we fall asleep.