“Mmmmmmmm, if you only knew how this feels…” she softly murmured from the air.  “To be invisible…!  Completely invisible…!  Mmmmmmmm….”  She released a long, soft sigh.  “I think I'm really starting to like this…!” 

“And if you only knew how this feels for me!” I said with a smile.  “To have you here in my arms, to feel you, touch you, hear your voice speaking to me from out of thin air…and even smell your scent…but not see you!  To have a woman I love and who loves me here, invisible in my arms!  This is literally a lifelong fantasy for me come true!”

“Mmmmmm…” she softly hummed, and embraced me tighter.  “And you know…” she began in an odd tone of voice I couldn’t identify.  “I probably shouldn’t tell you this…  I suppose I shouldn’t even be surprised by it, now that I think about it, but…I'm actually getting a hell of a rush from this!  Even though I promised myself I wouldn’t!”

“Well, that’s…to be expected,” I said.  “And, it’s not uncommon, either.”

“Yeah…!” she said, her voice sounding quite breathy.  “I mean, think about it…!  Just think about what it means to be invisible…and what I can do now!  I mean…I can see you…but you can’t see me!”  She chuckled.  “I’d say this gives me quite an advantage over you, doesn’t it?”

“Well, yeah, but…” I hesitated, somewhat reluctant to have to deal with this particular issue right here and now.  “But…you know, don’t get carried with it, all right?  After all, remember what the directions said:  ‘Be responsible’ with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know all about that,” she said, dismissively.  “And believe me, I can handle it.  But…you know, as long as I'm invisible anyway, I might as well…use it!  Have some fun with it!  Right?”  She giggled.  “After all, wasn’t that the whole point?”  Her voice began to acquire a somewhat teasing quality which, under other circumstances, could be quite endearing, but which was now a bit unsettling, to say the least.

With that, I suddenly felt her slip out of my arms again, and once again I instinctively reached out to her.  And again, she had slipped beyond my reach, leaving my hands to grasp helplessly at the empty air.

“Camille…?  Honey…?” I asked, looking all around the bedroom.  “Where did you go now?  Where are you?”  

“Oh, I might be anywhere, Sweetie!” her teasing voice said from both everywhere and nowhere in the middle of the room.  

“Come on, Hon, stop kidding around,” I said, stepping toward the apparent source of the sound, my eyes continuing to scan to my left and right, as if I still hoped to detect some visible sign of her whereabouts.  “Now, where are you?”  

“As I said, my Love, I could be anywhere!” her voice now cooed directly in my left ear.  “I could be right behind you, for instance!”  And with that, I felt  soft fingers run quickly up the back of my neck and rake through the hair on the back of my head, causing me to jump. 

“GAH!!” I cried. 

A soft giggle sounded from behind me, then seemed to circle around me.  I swiveled around, trying to follow the sound, and again I reached my hands out to grab her.  But it was another futile effort which produced no result, other than another ghostly giggle from the air.  

“Damn!” I muttered in mild frustration.  She chuckled again from somewhere nearby, which further irked me.

“Or I might be at your side!” the voice now taunted from the air immediately to my right, accompanied by a quick, unseen poke to the soft spot between my ribcage and hipbone, causing me to jump again. 

“Hey!”  I protested, my frustration mounting.  “Come on, Camille, that’s not fair!”

But her laughs continued to circle around me, all the while growing closer, while I continued to try in vain to track her position by sound, groping blindly at the air with my hands.  Though I knew by now it was pointless, I nevertheless didn’t give up.

Suddenly, from out of nowhere, a ghostly finger gently ‘booped’ me right on the very tip of my nose.  “Or I could be right in front of you!” she giggled directly in my face.  

“Hey!” I reacted.  “That’s not funny!”

“You see, Sweetie?  See how easy it is?”  A quick, ghostly pinch from the air to my midriff caused me to recoil and double over.  

“Ow!!” I cried.  “Hey, don’t do that!”

“Ha ha!  I can hide in plain sight,”  Her voice now moved to my right again.  “Sneak up on you from any direction I like,”  I felt another ghostly pinch, this one to my butt, which caused me to jump.

“Ouch!!” I cried again, more in annoyed outrage than in actual pain.

“And you never see it coming!” She went on, ignoring my protests.  “You have no idea where I am, or what I might do next!”  A ghostly breath blew in my ear, causing a shudder to run down my spine.  “See?  Isn’t this fun?”  She erupted into gales of delighted laughter.  

“No, it’s not,” I said.  “It’s—”

“You know something, Love?” she said, interrupting me.  “You had the right idea!  Being invisible is a lot fun!  In fact, I'm learning to like it more and more all the time!”  She erupted into more laughter.  

“Camille…Honey…” I said, trying to remain patient, but getting increasingly irritated.  “Let’s…let’s not get carried away with this!  Okay?”

But if she heard my admonition, she gave no indication.  “And you know what else, Love?” she said from somewhere to my left.  “You look kind of silly, flailing all around at the air with your hands that way, trying to catch me!  But you can’t!  You can’t catch me!”  Ghostly fingers suddenly grabbed my sides, digging in and causing me to not only jump, but also release a squawk of surprise as well, which resulted in more delighted, disembodied laughter.  

I lunged swiftly with both hands in the general direction of the laughter, and for one brief moment, my right hand made contact with soft, warm flesh.  It took me a grand total of one quintillionth of a nanosecond to recognize the unseen, but familiar portion of anatomy that I’d grabbed as that of a breast, and of considerable weight and dimensions.  

“Not unless I want you to catch me!” she chuckled.  And with that, the ghostly breast vanished from my grasp and back into the air, leaving me to grope around helplessly for it.  

“You know, this really isn’t fair of you!” I protested, now no longer bothering to conceal my irritation.  “Taking advantage of me this way!”

“Awwwww, what’s the matter, Baby?” she cooed from the air.  “I thought you wanted me to be invisible!  Didn’t you?  Didn’t you?”  She laughed mockingly, punctuating her words with gentle but annoying pokes to my sides.  “Or…or are you jealous of me?  Is that it?  Hmmmm…?”  A ghostly thumb and finger pinched my cheek, lingering there for a moment.  “Are you jealous of me, because I get to be invisible, and you don’t?”

“What?  No!  Don’t be silly!” I protested.  “I just don’t think you’re playing fair, that’s all!”

But I wasn’t fooling her; not for a minute.  “No, no, you are jealous!” she taunted.  “You’re jealous of me!  Aren’t you?  Aren’t you?”  She punctuated each repetition with a teasing poke to my ribs or abdomen.  “You’re jealous of me, because I'm invisible, not you!” she laughed mockingly in my face.

“Well, would that surprise you?” I finally half-admitted.  

“Well, no, but you are kind of cute when you’re jealous!” she laughed.  “And you’re really cute when I pinch you or poke you!” she giggled as she gave me another quick, light jab to my side.  “You make a sound just like a little dog barking!  Isn’t that cute?”

“Cute?!?”  I was beginning to get genuinely steamed at this point.  “Now, wait just a minute here!  Camille, I think you’re taking things just a little too far here, I really do!”

“Why, what do you mean?”  Her tone of voice indicated an annoying, faux-innocent little smirk on her unseen face.

“I mean about the way you’re acting!” I said.  “I mean, how would you feel if things were the other way around, and I was invisible and picking on you, the way you’re doing to me?  You wouldn’t like it, would you?”

“Mmmm…well, no, I probably wouldn’t,” she agreed, thoughtfully.  “Oh well, sucks to be you, doesn’t it!”  She burst into giggles with a sudden, hard pinch to my butt.

“OW!” I squawked again in protest.  “Hey, now that’s mean!”

“Aw, come on, Sweetie, come on,” her voice said in a slightly more conciliatory tone, as I felt her hand take hold of my cheeks, scroonching them together, and forcing my lips into a pucker, the way she sometimes did in an effort to coax a smile from my otherwise dour face.  “Don’t be such a mean, grumpy sorehead!  I'm just having a little fun with you, that’s all.  Isn’t that what you wanted?”  

“Well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind!” I managed to utter through scroonched-up lips.

“Isn’t it?” she challenged, and the hand released my face.  “That isn’t the tune you were singing a few weeks ago, when you first brought up this whole idea.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked, momentarily puzzled. 

“You know…” she said.  “That little game you talked about.  That little…game you wanted us to play…  The…what was it you called it?  Oh yes; ‘The Teasing Game.’”  She paused for a moment, as though recalling the details, then went on.  “That’s really the high point of the fantasy for you, isn’t it?  Being teased by an Invisible Girl?”

Damn her memory! I thought.  “Well…that was just a nutty little idea I had,” I conceded.  “I didn’t think we’d necessarily have to really do that part of it, for real.”

“Well, why not?” she asked.  “After all, there’s no time like the present, right?  And besides, this is such a perfect opportunity, too!  Much too good an opportunity to pass up!”

Uh-oh…! I thought with growing unease at her tone of voice.  “Um…Camille…Honey…” I said, my voice quavering.  

I began to sweat, my knees became wobbly, and I now began to wonder—belatedly—if making Camille invisible was such a good idea after all.  Because although she was basically a sweet, playful girl at heart, she could also, at times, be extremely capricious, her playfulness becoming quite mischievous in nature, and she sometimes didn’t know when to quit.  I had a sinking feeling that this apparently was just such a time.  

And now that she was also invisible, I realized that there was no end to the sorts of mischief she was now free to play upon me.  And with absolutely nothing to stop her.

“And I have to admit,” she went on as her voice began to circle around me.  “Ever since you first put the idea into my head a few weeks ago, of invisibly teasing you, I find it appeals to me more and more!”  

Oh, no! I thought.  “Um…Camille…?  Sweetie…?” I asked, scanning the empty room.  “What—what are you gonna do…?”

“Ohhhhh, I know I should be soooo ashamed of myself, for what I'm thinking right now…!” she said, ignoring my words.  “All the naughty things I can do to you, now that you can’t see me…!  Heh heh heh…!”  

“Honey…  Sweetie…” I said, feebly.  “Please…!  Can’t we talk this over…?”

All was silent for a moment; then suddenly, without warning, there followed a series of quick pinches and pokes to my stomach and sides, causing me to jump and twitch and squirm, twisting around this way and that, while her ghostly laughter circled all around me, further maddening me.  

“Hey!  Hey!!” I cried, continuing to twist and squirm, trying to evade the unseen, tormenting fingers.  “What are you doing?!?  What are you doing?!?  Camille, stop it!  Stop it!!”

“Nope, don’t want to,” her voice mocked from the air.  “And you can’t make me, either!”  

She continued to pinch and poke me, and even followed up with an occasional playful push or shove, usually when I was off-balance, causing me to stumble.  One particularly forceful push even sent me to the floor, onto my hands and knees.

“Hey!” I protested angrily—and futilely.  “What’s the big idea?”

“Awwwww, what’s the matter, Baby?” her voice taunted from the air.  “Fall down and go ‘boom’?  You let yourself get pushed around a girl…?”  She giggled.

“This isn’t funny!” I fumed in frustration, as I struggled to regain my feet.  But before I could do so, a soft, playful kick to my bottom propelled me forward onto the floor once more.

“OW!” I cried angrily to the empty room.  “What was that for?!?”

“Just having a little fun with you, that’s all!” her disembodied voice laughed from behind me.  “And with this entire situation!”

“Well, will you knock it off?”

“Oh, no, I'm having way too much fun with you to stop now!” she laughed from somewhere to my left, as the pinches and pokes resumed, and the one-sided ‘game’ continued. 

Sometimes, the unseen fingers would linger for a bit, just long enough to grab or pinch my sides or my butt, or to tickle rather than merely pinch or poke.  The pinches and pokes, in fact, soon gave way to tickling exclusively, and I doubled over, trying in vain to protect myself from the invisible, invasive fingers.

“See?” she laughed from the air.  “Isn’t this fun?  I can do anything I like to you, and you can’t stop me, because you can’t see me!  Hee hee hee!!”

I soon found myself in the middle of a very one-sided tickle-fight, the type in which we sometimes had engaged in the past, when we were in a particularly playful mood.  Now, under the circumstances however, it wasn’t much of a ‘battle,’ nor did it seem all that ‘playful’ to me.  Time and again, I tried to reach out to try to stop her, or as a last resort, to at least try to tickle her back.  Perhaps one time out of a thousand, my fingertips would make brief contact with an unseen tummy, breast or buttock, but it was only for a briefest of moments.  For the rest of the time however, I was completely at the mercy of my unseen tormentor.  Her invisible, tickling fingers seemed to surround me and come at me from all directions, from everywhere. 

“Ohhhhhh, this is even way more fun than I thought it would be!” her delighted voice laughed from the air.  “And it’s so easy, too!  I can sneak right up on you and you never see it coming!  Ha ha ha!”

“But…but it’s not fair!” I protested again the moment I was able to catch my breath, by now nearly reduced to tears of frustration.  And her mocking laughter and taunts were almost as maddening to me as the torments themselves.  “Taking advantage of me this way when I can’t see you!” I cried.  

“I know!  That’s why it’s fun!” she laughed contentedly.  “Since I do have the advantage now, I'm gonna use it!  And there’s nothing you can do to stop me!”  And with that, the unseen tickling torments resumed.

I tried repeatedly to squirm away from her, but it was hopeless.  My unseen tormentor followed me all over the apartment, chasing me from the bedroom, into the living-room, into the kitchen, and back to the living-room again, tickling, pinching and poking all the while.  When I tried to head for the front door to escape to the outside, she intercepted me and drove me back.  

“Oh no, you don’t!” she laughed with another firm, ghostly push.  “You don’t get away from me that easy!”

She eventually chased me back into the bedroom, where she soon had me backed into a corner.  Her invisible fingers continued to tickle and pinch my stomach and sides without letup, and I continued to squirm and wriggle around helplessly, trying to protect myself from them.  

But there was no escape, and no defense possible.  I was soon reduced to a helpless, laughing, crying, squirming figure, with frustrated tears now streaming down my face from her relentless torments.

“Stop it!” I pleaded, my eyes tightly shut.  “Camille, please stop!  Please!  I—I can’t take any more!  Please!  Mercy!!  Mercy!!!”

At last, the tickling fingers ceased and withdrew, allowing me to catch my breath.

“Had enough?” Camille’s ghostly voice asked mockingly from the air.  

“Yes…!  Yes, I give…!” I managed to gasp out.  “I surrender, Camille!  I surrender!  Please…!  No more…!  I can’t take it!”  

All was silent for a moment, save for the sound of my gasping for breath; then, “Well…all right…” she said in a tone quiet satisfaction.  “I'll take pity on you…this time!”  I felt a gentle pat on my cheek from a soft, invisible hand, accompanied by a ghostly chuckle.  The hand then gripped my mouth, holding it immobile for just a moment, as I received a quick, ghostly kiss from the air.

I continued to gasp for breath for countless minutes longer, and when at last I was able to find sufficient voice and energy, I asked her the obvious question.  

“Why?!?”  I asked.  “Camille…?  Why…are you doing this to me?  Why?!?  How could you do it?  How could you…” I gasped for a quick catch breath.  “Treat me this way?  Take advantage of me this way?  And after…after what I…gave you…?  After—”  I caught another quick breath and concluded.  “After…I was the one who made you invisible in the first place?”

“Because it’s fun!” she giggled, mere inches from my face.  “And because I can!  And because…” she paused.  “You love it!”

My mouth dropped open and I shook my head, vehemently.  “No…!  No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!  You know you do!”

“No—”

“Oooooo, your lips may say, ‘no, no, no,’” A soft, unseen finger pressed gently upon my lips, silencing them.  “But another part of you says, ‘yes, yes, yes’!”  With that, a ghostly hand playfully patted my now-throbbing groin, having by now grown to such immensity as to threaten to burst right through the zipper of my jeans.

I hesitated for a moment, then sighed in abject defeat and shame, lowered my head…and nodded.  “True,” I admitted, the words uttered so softly that I could barely recognize them as my own. 

What else could I do?  Deny it?  When the truth was there before us, for all to see?  She might’ve been invisible, but she sure as hell wasn’t blind.  

For despite my frustration and my pleas for mercy, I could not deny the powerful effect that her teasing torments had had upon my libido.  The now-obvious, paradoxical truth was that the more she teased, and the more frustrated I became by her torments, the more they turned me on.  And the more they turned me on, the more she continued and increased them.  And, just as undeniable was the truth of the result, which was now plainly obvious for both of us to see.

“It turns you on…doesn’t it…?” She said softly.  “To be teased by an invisible girl…?”

Again, I nodded.  “Yes, dammit!” I exclaimed, feeling both embarrassed and ashamed by the admission.

All was silent for a long moment, the silence then broken by her soft voice.

“Well...” she said.  “That’s good…!  Because it so happens that I was turned-on by it, too!”

I looked up.  “You…you were…?”

“Oh, enormously!” she giggled in delight.  “Ohhhhhh, it felt sooooo goooood…!  Mmmm, the euphoria I felt, the…power…!”  She took a deep breath and slowly released it.  “I could have done anything to you…!  Anything I liked!  And you were powerless to stop me!  Mmmmmmm, you have no idea what that’s like for a woman!  To have such power over a man!  To have him completely helpless!  At my mercy!”  She laughed loudly.  “Ohhhhh, I am so glad now that I got to be invisible, not you!!”

She then went on in a subtle, but disturbing change of tone.  “And you know…it’s a lucky thing for you I'm a nice girl…!  ‘Cuz if I wasn’t such a nice girl…oooooo!  I could be so bad to you…!” She sighed.  “If I wanted…!  I could do all sorts of really wicked things to you…and you couldn’t stop me…!”  She chuckled contentedly to herself, and went on.  “You’re lucky I only left it at a little tickling and pinching!”

She began to softly hum and moan to herself, accompanied by other, curious sounds which I couldn’t quite identify at first.  I listened closely, and soon recognized them as those of her hands gently stroking and caressing the unseen contours of her body, including, I assumed, her more intimate spots.

“But it’s…” I paused and lowered my head.  “It’s not…fair!” I reiterated, tears of shame, frustration and envy continuing to roll down my cheeks.

“Now, now, don’t look so pitiful, Sweetie,” she said, as I felt an unseen fingertip gently touch my chin, lifting my head.  More fingertips then softly caressed my cheeks.  “It’s not so terrible as you’re making it out to be.  And remember this:  Whatever I did,”  A soft kiss landed on my lips from the air.  “I did for love.  Remember that.”

The fingers lingered on my cheeks for moments longer, then disappeared into the air again.  I then felt a strange sensation on my chest, and when I looked down, I saw what appeared to be an unseen hand or hands grabbing me by the front of my shirt.  I watched in mute fascination as the fabric seemed to bunch itself up in the unseen grip.

“I'll tell you one thing, though,” she said, her tone suddenly hardened.  “It’s a good thing I'm not the jealous type…isn’t it?” she said.  The grip tightened on my shirt.  “And it’s a damned good thing that you’re not the cheating, promiscuous type, either.”  She paused.  “Otherwise you’d really be in deep shit right about now…wouldn’t you…?”

I nodded, a bit nervously.  “Yeah…yeah, you’re right!” I exclaimed.  “Especially about my not being promiscuous.  I would never cheat on you anyway, and I definitely wouldn’t cheat on you now.”

The grip on my shirt tightened.  “You mean because I might be invisible at any given time?  And so you’d never know when I might be around, watching you?”

“Well, no, not quite.  I don’t mean because of that.  I mean because…well, since you can turn invisible now, no other woman could ever possibly satisfy me the way you now can.” I spoke with utmost sincerity and truthfulness.  “I can’t even quite fully explain it, but…but even if another woman were to somehow get ahold of the potion and use it herself, I still wouldn’t feel secure or comfortable enough around her to…to trust her and be able to…” I paused, glancing down at my crotch for a brief moment.  “Well…you know...”

After a long, lingering silence, she apparently accepted my answer, and relaxed her grip on my shirt.  I felt another soft kiss land on my lips.  “That’s true,” she agreed.  “I couldn’t lose you on a bet!  You’re loyal to a friggin’ fault!”

“Guilty as charged!” I smiled.  

We understood each other perfectly.  She had me wrapped around her little, now-invisible finger, and we both knew it.  No wonder we got along so well.