Chapter 1: NYMPHOCOM's first "subject" Julie

I went home early that afternoon. I lived on the top floor of a ten story building in a nice and quiet neighborhood, in the outskirts of Paris. I opened the front door to the building and went to fetch my mail in my mailbox. While skimming through a lot of unsolicited advertisements I waited in front of the elevators and was joined by Julie, one of my neighbors living two floors underneath mine. She was 22 years old and came from the Dominican Republic. She was studying plastic arts at the Sorbonne for two years now, and she was working as a side job in a lingerie shop. She had a nice light chocolate skin, long black and thick hair, incredible green eyes and, from what I could see when she was wearing tight tops, an incredible D-sized rack. She was also often wearing tight jeans so that everybody could guess her firm round ass beneath the cloth, she was one hot black chick. I had talked to her a couple of times and, when she was in a good mood, she would tell me something about herself. Most of the time she was rather rude and cold though.

“Good evening Julie”

I smiled at her, blushing a bit, but she was not really the friendly type. She probably thought of her in a high way and she would not really accept me as an equal, I was dressed “normally” in my jeans and t-shirts and this was not her style. I was also more the discrete type and she preferred more “popular” type of men. She behaved very arrogantly but, despite her bitchy attitude, I was really turned on by her looks. I was not particularly attracted to black girls but Julie was definitely the hottest girl around. Of course I had tried to invite her out one time and she had refused by rolling her eyes to the ceiling meaning : how can this guy even imagine that I would accept?? She bluntly refused, making it clear that I would get in trouble if I would dare try this one more time.

She recently went out steadily with the same boyfriend, a muscular hunk who was playing in a high level soccer team. Today she was in a bad mood, she looked at me as if I was poisonous, grumbled a “hello” under her breath and stood farther away waiting for the elevator. Another woman came into the building, a neighbor from another floor. She greeted us and immediately started talking to Julie about this reality TV show tonight, and both seemed to be very excited about it. Julie mentioned that, god thanks, her boyfriend was away for a few hours tonight since he hated this kind of show, he was going out with his friends. I thought to myself that this guy was not as stupid as he looked like. But then it dawned to me that Julie would be the perfect target for my newly invented device : she was not attracted to me so if I could get into her pants it would prove that the NYMPHOCOM was working. And tonight she was going to be alone! We all stepped into the arriving elevator and I stood behind Julie, admiring her smooth curves packed into a tight denim mini skirt and a pink blouse. I was already getting a hard on.

Obviously I was not sure at all that my device would work like I was expecting. I tried to keep a scientific attitude and thought what I would need for my first experimentation. I fetched my old digital camera which at that time was quite bulky and not high resolution as today’s cameras. I definitely had to take photos to document what was going to happen, to learn from mistakes and to enhance the NYMPHOCOM further. I was not sure how this would work out ... Would the effect be immediate or would it take one, two, five or more minutes to appear? Or maybe never? And, if it worked, for how long? And would she remember anything afterwards? What would I consider success? a smile? a kiss? having sex? anyway I had to test it and I find out tonight!

I turned on the TV and while having some microwaved hamburger as a dinner I watched the start of the TV show Julie had mentioned. As usual the show was a mere excuse to broadcast commercials all over the place, I was astonished that my brain could stand this kind of stupidity without knocking a hole in the back of my skull and leaping into safety ... Of course I knew that the female brain was different. I wondered if my device could be a cure for the female attraction to televisual nonsense.

After one hour into the show, when I was sure that Julie would be alone and stuck in front of her TV screen, I took my NYMPHOCOM disguised as a standard remote control, put my camera along with my laptop into a small bag and left my flat with my heart pounding. I took the stairs to reach Julie’s floor and was soon standing in front of her door. I could hear the TV running with the show on, the volume was probably turned on to the max. I rang the bell, my throat dry and my hands sweating, clutching the device in my pocket.

Julie opened the door quickly with an expression of great frustration on her face. She had changed into a nice white summer dress which was ending just above her knees, not too ample so as to show the volume of her breasts pushing against the cloth.

“Yes???” she yelled. “Oh, its you!” she added when she recognized me, looking as disgusted as if I was some kind of giant slug.

I was somehow frozen at the sight of this beautiful, sexy ... and aggressive ... girl in front of me. I just used the first excuse which popped into my mind, and stammered, “Julie, sorry if I disturb but could I possibly borrow some filters for my coffee machine? I just ran out of...”

“Does it have to be now??” she asked, rolling her eyes to the ceiling like she always did. She put her fists to her side making her breasts stand out even more

“Oh well it would really help me out as I want to make some coffee for friends who will come over this evening.”

She looked at me in a very upset and exasperated way. She paused for a couple of seconds and, since she did not know how to get rid of me quickly, she gave in.

“Ok wait a second!” She turned around and rushed into her kitchen allowing me a glimpse of her dark long legs. I took two steps into her flat, switched the NYMPHOCOM on, minimal power, and pointed it roughly in the direction of the kitchen where Julie was opening all cupboards to find coffee filters, cursing me between her teeth. I felt very awkward suddenly convinced that my great invention was most probably not working on the first try. On the other hand the only harm done was that Julie missed 2 minutes of her favorite TV show. I put the active device back in my bag.

Julie came back holding a couple of coffee filter and said, “Here you are!”

I took them, thanked her and turned around slowly to leave her flat.

“Thanks again and sorry that I disturbed you during your show”, I said, trying desperately to find something intelligent to add in order to gain a couple more seconds.

“No problem, its a pleasure to help you out,” she replied, smiling. I could not believe what I just heard but I continued walking towards the stairway nevertheless.

“Oh Francois...” she said in an excited voice. I turned around.

“Well ... nothing...” she added. She leaned on the back of her couch, smiling at me.

“Anything I can help you with?” I proposed, suddenly hopeful that something was working.

“Yes! umm ... I mean no... “ she seemed a bit confused. “What do you carry in your bag?”

“Well, just my laptop and an old camera...”.

I looked at her expectantly. It seemed like she wanted to conversation to go on. She licked her lips looking at me, scanning me as if she was seeing me for the first time.

“I will go now, I don’t want you to miss anymore of your show!”

“Oh! my show!” She suddenly remembered that this was the show she wanted absolutely to watch undisturbed. “Would you like to watch the show with me?”

“Uh no thanks!” I spat before realizing that I had been to stupid to not take advantage of this proposal but the idea to watch this freaky show made me forget about Julie for an instant. Anyway, somehow something was happening. This arrogant girl who would never really acknowledge me as a human being was now offering to spend some time with me.

Julie took a disappointed look. Her beautiful green eyes were like begging for me, she looked so incredibly sexy and I could not help but notice the soft mounds of her breasts pushing the cloth of her dress. Before I could add anything she continued.

“Hey, if you don’t mind could you help me lift something heavy?”

I turned to face her. She was smiling at me, her eyebrows raised interrogatively, waiting for my answer.

“Well yes, OK, I am pleased if I can help you”

“Oh thanks Francois, that’s very nice of you!” and she took me by my hand to lead me into the room, closing the door behind us. My heart was pounding even more and I was not sure if Julie’s attitude was due to the NYMPHOCOM or if she was just being polite to a long time neighbor, but then I remembered how fanatic she was about this TV show ... and she just seemed to ignore it now!! My invention was working!

She pointed at a big flower pot containing a nice ficus tree in a corner of her living room.

“Can you please turn it so that my tree gets the light on its other side? It is growing in the wrong direction.”

The tree looked fine to me but I went onto my knees and turned the pot around. It was not heavy at all. She beamed at me.

“Great! and to thank you I will make some coffee for both of us!”

“Oh well Julie, thank you as well then.”

I decided to not take any initiative to see how far Julie would go. She asked me to sit on the couch while she dashed off to the kitchen to fix the coffee. I noticed her ass cheeks nicely filling out the bottom of her dress. As I grew a hard-on I forced myself to examine her apartment closely, to distract my excitement. It was a nice two bedroom flat, with a large living room, clean and nicely decorated.

Julie came back quickly and sat next to me on the couch. Her dress cranked up a bit and she straightened it out with her hands, slightly blushing when she realized that I had noticed.

“The coffee will be ready in a couple of minutes,” she said

I found nothing to reply except, “Uh huh”

There was a second of embarrassed silence while both of us were searching for something to say. I was sure that I did not have many interests or hobbies I was sharing with Julie.

“We never take time to talk,” Julie said, breaking the silence.

“True, we usually just manage to exchange some words in the elevator.” I replied, falling silent again. Then I added, “But you are always so busy. Remember when I asked you out?”

“Yes,” Julie smiled. “Why not do that on Monday next week? My boyfriend Eric is going out with his friends of the sports club”

She leaned back on the couch to cross her legs and I could get a sight of a lot of her thigh.

“Yes, sure, let’s do that next Monday ... if your boyfriend does not mind,” I stammered, completely taken aback at what she just said.

“He will not mind at all, “Julie replied happily, “He knows that I love him more than everything else in life, I will never cheat on him and he trusts me!”

I was amazed that I now had a date with one of the most beautiful girls in my neighborhood, my NYMPHOCOM was apparently very well designed, I wondered how far it could take Julie. She had gone quiet, probably thinking about her boyfriend for a minute.

“Eric is everything for me, he is strong, kind and intelligent, I love him so much! I want to spend my entire life with him and have his children.” Julie had a dreamy look in her eyes and put her hand on my thigh while she thought about her asshole boyfriend.

“Maybe I should go?” I asked, now unsure about my device and whether it had just enhanced Julie’s love for her boyfriend. “If you love your boyfriend that much, then you shouldn’t be inviting other boys into your apartment while he is away.”

I stood up but Julie took my hand to have me sit back down on the couch.

“We are not doing anything wrong, do we? You are a very friendly neighbor and we are just chatting a bit while waiting for the coffee to be ready.” Her dress had ridden a bit further up her thighs and I was sure to be able to see her panties if I was just bending down a bit. Julie did not make any move to rearrange it and she was probably not even aware of it. She was looking incredibly sexy and I felt my cock stir in my pants.

“I mean, touching you like this isn’t wrong, isn’t it? “ Julie patted my arm in a friendly way a couple of times, the last pats lasting a bit longer than the first ones.

“Of course not,” I replied, watching this awesomely beautiful girl edging a bit closer to touch my hair as if she wanted to brush away a strand of hair. I felt shivers running over my skin and I struggle to resist to caress her also. Julie pointed at my bag.

“Why are you carrying a bag by the way? You don’t need a bag to carry a couple of coffee filters!”

It seemed indeed awkward that I would carry a bag with me when I just went to a neighboring apartment.

“Oh ... hmm ... well ... it is ... it’s a kind of reflex ... I usually grab my bag as soon as I leave my apartment ... I did not think.”

Julie did accept this completely improvised explanation without any second thought. She bent over a bit to have a closer look at my bag and her right breast pushing into my left arm. My cock was starting to hurt!

“What are you carrying in your bag anyway?” she asked, leaning back just slightly and keeping her tit brushing on my biceps. She was definitely to close if I was just a friendly neighbor to her and I was wondering how far the NYMPHOCOM would take her.

“Just my laptop, my old digital camera and a broken remote control I wanted to fix,” I said, leaning just a bit towards her, pushing onto her big boob just enough to feel the nice elasticity of her titflesh. “Photo and video are my hobbies so I am always ready with my camera with me”

She did not object at my move and beamed at me.

“Really? That’s a very nice coincidence! I loooooove to pose for photos!!” she replied enthusiastically. “Did I tell you that I work in a lingerie shop?”

“Yes, you told me,” I replied, remembering one of the few conversations we have had in the past. “But you did not tell me that you were a model! You mean, are you a lingerie model?”

“Not yet! I am trying hard but it is not easy. My boss, the shop owner, is trying to help me, he lets me try out all of the different articles and then he takes photos to show them to modelling agencies. See here, this is all he gave me.”

She sprang up and went to the bedroom to grab two large sport bags. She put the bags on the floor and several pieces of lingerie and shoes spilled out. She happily sifted through the clothes, showing me some sexy pieces.

“Let’s do some photos with your camera!” she blurted out excitedly and immediately started to try undoing the straps of her dress.

She was too impatient and was not able to get the straps loose, so she tried to pull the dress over her head. My jaw fell to the floor when I saw that she was wearing a nice sexy white teddy. Two strings were holding the back and were disappearing between the mounds of her perfect ass-cheeks. She was struggling to get the dress over the top but her bottom was virtually nude. She had not hesitated a second to show her body to me and that was proof to me that the NYMPHOCOM was working!

“Help please,” she pleaded laughingly, “my tits are in the way!” Indeed, her dress was caught under the mounds of her ample boobs and she could not pull her dress and hold her breasts at the same time.

I hesitantly went to her to help but I did not know how without touching her.

“Just squeeze them through while I lift the dress,” Julie giggled.

I reached under the front of her dress from behind, took her wonderful big orbs into my hands and pressed them softly to allow the dress to slip over them. Through the bra of the teddy I could feel that they were really large and soft, they were definitely huge and natural. I felt my cock start to harden again in my pants.

“They are in the way all the time,” she laughed. “My boss needs to help me all the time!”

I suspected that her boss was enjoying to help as much as I did. I reluctantly let go of her tits and took a step back. I started to shoot some photos of my sexy model and Julie took some nice poses.

Julie happily took several poses, seeming to enjoy modelling in my company. She made extra sure that the teddy was nicely hugging her big breasts, probably following advice given to her by her pervert boss. She pushed her arms together to push them out further and it took my full concentration to not reach out and to squeeze them again