It was just half past eight when the doorbell rang.

"Now who the hell's out in this storm, and at this hour?" wondered Shelby.

Well-ensconced on the floor with several open library books resting on his legs, Shelby considered whether or not he wanted to unbury himself from the self-made literary grave in which he was studying and answer the door.

"..Maybe if I ignore it whoever it is will go away.."

The doorbell stopped ringing after a few seconds.  Abruptly a loud knocking took up where the chiming tones had been.

The knocking was insistent with hardly a pause between raps.

With a sigh of impatience Shelby managed to shift the books haphazardly off his lap and stood - not a quick feat considering his girth.

Shelby was, for lack of a better term, a fat slob.  Though according to his own self-perception, he was only a little big-boned and needed only minor exercise to quickly get into shape.

"Really, dude," he was overheard saying to a fellow college buddy while toking it up in the dorms, "a month tops and I'll be like in kick-**** shape."

His slightly stained extra-extra large t-shirt managed to hang loosely past his hanging gut by about a foot.  It managed to create a pseudo-solid shape of Shelby's torso, concealing the rolls of fat that were his man-breasts, and the fat the perched on his back hiding his shoulder blades.

And because of this state of being fat Shelby was not privy to meeting or talking to girls except in the most rudimentary of happenstance.
Relegating himself to a pervert’s activities Shelby became quite the master at situating himself just so at opposite ends of the classes that he might get to glance up the skirts of the female co-eds.

He ingratiated himself with a deft friendly demeanor with several of the fraternities; it got him invited to many a party where he tended to allow himself to be the symbol of ridicule and laughter. He weathered all this with a façade of blasé aplomb.

And he did all of this for the off-chance of homing in on the few girls that tended to drink far more than they should.  After all, what's a little feel-up among friends?

His resulting erection would end up relieved in frenzied masturbation in the frat house Bathroom.  Still, he could not help himself; the prospect of yet another girl passed out drunk kept him there at those parties, looking like an overweight horn-buzzard circling these young ignorant women.

His fantasies were not very unusual for someone in his circumstance:  Ever the closet sex predator he often idled his free time imagining himself in a remote room in some frat house, a delicious, passed-out co-ed laying in the bed, all for him to play with to his heart's content.  Oh, but how his groin ached at the self-made vision!

RAP! RAP! RAP! RAP!

“Alright, already!  Hang on!” Shelby shouted.

Lumbering the last few steps, Shelby twisted the deadbolt, and then unhooked the security chain.   He opened the front door.

For a moment Shelby did not see anyone standing there.  He saw the damp wetness of the walkway, the dripping water off of the overhanging eaves of the small porch, and even caught a glimpse of silhouette of the house and trees across the street in the dying momentary lightning that was still dancing somewhere behind the storm clouds. 

A shrill voice finally got Shelby to see the small form standing there - all two feet nine inches of her.

“Wow! You must be really hard of hearing!” she said.

Shelby just looked at her, dumbfounded both by her diminutive size and her voice.  She was no child.  Despite her small stature she was curvy in all the right places.  Not like your average midget or dwarf is curvy, oh no.  Every mound on her was proportionate.
And what Shelby gaze locked onto were her glistening red lips the shimmered and glinted with wet promise, even in the half shadow of the doorway.

She smiled and waited, but not very long.
“Hello!  This is where you invite me in, you big oaf!”

With a slight shake of his head Shelby stepped back to allow the small female to enter.

“You wouldn’t believe how long it took me to locate you…” the small perfectly shaped woman said as she pulled out what appeared to be an incredibly old leather-bound book.  She daintily untied the two leather strips holding it closed and primly thumbed the few yellowed pages within.
“…Aha!  Here it is…Shelby!”

She stepped forward as she repeated his name, “Shelby, Shelby, Shelby!”
Stopping before him, she looked up at him and added, “My, but you are a big man!  I think we’re going to have a right bit of fun, you and I.”

Shelby simply stood there looking at her and not knowing how to react to this sudden presence in his dorm.
“wha…what’s your name?”

 “My name will be given to you soon enough.  Go on!  Ask me why I’m here!”

A gleam in her eyes as she said this nudged some part inside Shelby.  His addled brain simply could not deduce and recognize the warning some part of him was desperately trying to send him.

“Uh, well. Ok, why are you here?”

The small female giggled in an almost maniacal manner.  Then dancing away from Shelby she announced as she skipped about the room, “I am here to grant you, Shelby Ingram, your deepest desire!  I am here to deliver to you that which you have secretly wanted for oh so LONG!”

As she danced and shouted these things Shelby thought he heard her voice changing, becoming fuller; deeper and sultry.  Was that a tinge or meanness in there, too?  When she shouted the word long, was it with excitement or was it anger?

“Come over here, Shelby Ingram.  Sit here on the floor so I can look at you in the eyes.”
Not sure how to proceed, Shelby obeyed.  He went to her and sat down on the floor.  It took him a few moments to adjust himself and his girth.  Breathing a little hard from the effort he faced this small female who now stood at eye level.

A peal of rolling thunder reminded Shelby that he did not close the front door.  He started to get up. “Uh-uh-uh” she interjected.  “Let me get that.  You sit tight”

Even as he turned to her he saw the door close of its own accord.
He looked at the door again, then looked at the female standing coyly before him.
“Did you do that?” he asked.
“Yup! I sure did!”

Shelby opened his mouth to ask something more.  The small female deftly placed a small perfectly shaped finger over his lips.  The touch of her finger against the thin skin of his lips sent a shock of current straight to his groin.
So sudden and strong was the sensation a small whimper of pleasure escaped Shelby’s mouth.

With a knowing look the small female said, “I can tell that you found that…yummy!”
Shelby only nodded; unsure he had control of his voice.

“Boy-oh-boy!  It is your lucky day, Shelby Ingram!”

She pushed against him until his back rested against the edge of the futon behind him.  She then simply stepped in closer between his splayed legs and took a seat on his left lap.  Her weight hardly registered with him, yet there was an irresistible solidity about her.

 She delicately tied the leather strips of the ancient book she still had in her hand.  When it was done, she looked up into his eyes.  Her face was suddenly serious; dangerous; delicious and terrifying. 
“Listen to me, Shelby Ingram.  I will touch you up with my goody-feeling magic. You will then have to find someone to touch in turn.  And when you are done touching, they will die.  You must return here, to me, right after it happens.”

For a moment – and a very brief moment at that – Shelby reacted with some disgust, “but how can I do that?  I don’t want to kill anyone.”
With deft efficiency the small female undid his belt and pants.  She plunged her hand under his briefs and found him.  Her touch on his flesh was so intense and sudden Shelby managed only to arch back in an uncontrolled spasm. His mind exploded with visions of sheer blinding erotic light; every sexual fantasy felt brought to life in one astounding moment.
What seemed like moments later objects regained some normalcy before his eyes.  Blinking his eyes into focus he realized the small female was no longer sitting on his lap.  She was not touching him, either.  She had removed herself and was sitting across the room on the old recliner chair, her perfectly shaped legs dangled over the edge like those of a child.

“Did you like that, Shelby?  Huh, did you?  I can fix it so everyone you want will touch you and it will feel just as good!  All you have to do is touch one, let them die, and then return to me.  That’s all.”
“Just one?” He asked.
“Of course, silly!  Just one.”
She hopped off the recliner and walked over to Shelby.
“You must hurry, Shelby.”  She glanced at the wall clock Shelby had hanging on the dining room wall.
“It is almost eight o’clock!  You have but four hours to go and then come back.”
“Okay.  I’ll go and come back” Shelby said.
“What do I need to…to do what I need to do?”
“Oh, that’s easy!  I’ll kiss you on the lips.  You will carry that kiss to someone else’s lips.  When you kiss them they will die in a fit of ecstasy!  Kiss them again and return that kiss to me.”
“You mean, kiss them after they die?”
“Why yes, Shelby.  That is exactly what you must do.”
Then she added in a voice dripping with dire evil, “Oh, but if you should fail, Shelby..”
“What? What’s gonna happen should I fail?”
Going back to her sweet little voice, she admonished Shelby.
“Go! Time’s a wasting.  Tic-tock, tic-tock, you know”

She stepped onto his lap.  Pressing her small yet perfectly ripe body against Shelby she leaned in and pressed her ruby red lips against his.
It was a long slow kiss.  It felt to Shelby as if his very life was being inhaled by this tiny female.  Every part of him awoke to an ache so deep, so ancient and wanting.  This kiss lingered on.  An abysmal yearning seemed to have been planted within him that reverberated from the base of his spine to the seething brain of his.

The small female pulled her mouth away.  She, too, appeared breathless for a moment as she stepped back onto the floor.
“Go.  Shelby, go.  Both our lives hang by a thread now, hang by a kiss.  Find another.  Share that kiss.  Once dead, kiss them again and return to me.  I will be waiting for you.  For that kiss.”

Stumbling to the front door in a daze, Shelby stepped out into the night’s rain.  The rain seemed to quell the roiling sensations still think on him.  His thoughts scattered then slowly coalesced into a semblance of order.  He walked on no really knowing where he was heading.  Minutes later Shelby realized he was standing at the front door of a frat house.  Rumbling music permeated the house itself.  A party was in full swing, it seemed.

He didn’t remember knocking on the door, but of a sudden the door swung open.  There stood what appeared to be a resident of the phi-beta-kappa-who-the-****-cares.
The fellow was clearly well into his drink.  With sloshing words he beckoned Shelby across the threshold.

Maybe this won’t be as hard as I thought…find a chick, kiss her and whatever…

Shelby’s vision of a hot drunk girl suddenly gave him resolve.  Grabbing a plastic cup full of beer from the keg stand by the front door he surveyed the main room full of bodies moving, gyrating to the insistent rhythms of the music.

In the moment, Shelby knew himself master of what he surveyed.  One among those moving bodies will die by his touch.  The notion both scared him shitless and excited him so that he felt himself engorging.

With a smile he brought the plastic cup of beer to his mouth and drank deeply.