In the morning, I wake up alone in the bed, with delicious aromas wafting up from the kitchen. I lazily rouse myself, find a robe and slip it on. Padding downstairs, I see the other two preparing breakfast, also wearing their robes.
"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Melissa chirps.
Tara smiles at me. "Sleep well?"
"Yes, actually - best in a while."
"Well good," Tara says, "Do you have to leave at any particular time?"
"No," I reply, "I'm not working today."
"Great!" Tara says, "We have a training day then."
We have a delicious breakfast. Tara is a fabulous cook as well as a powerful sex magician. I help Melissa wash up, then we adjourn to the lounge room.
Tara says, "Okay, Mary, now for business. To control your powers, you must follow some rules strictly. Failure to do so will cause major issues in your life and for others. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Tara. I have felt the power and I appreciate the need."
"Good. Now rule one is simple and overriding: Do no harm. If you are ever in doubt about using your power, refer to this one and act accordingly.
"Rule two is also simple: Legal ages only, which as you know is sixteen here in Australia. This should be obvious.
"Before stating rule three, I will explain something. There is a 'read-only' option to your powers. That is, you can read a woman, feeling what she emits without sending anything to her.
"So rule three is: Read a woman carefully before thinking about connecting. Make sure she will be happy to participate, as far as you can tell. If you don't get a complete sense that she will be happy, then do not connect; if you proceed, it's considered non-consensual sex.
"Rule four follows from rule three: Stop and block the connection if you are causing distress. You will feel it, because, remember, feelings are reciprocal. If you cause distress, you will feel the same distress. It's like Newton's third law."
"Um, what?" I ask.
Melissa explains, "For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Remember how you and I felt yesterday, and how you and Tara felt at the kitchen counter? Feelings flow both ways in equal measure. This applies to both good and bad feelings, so avoid the bad."
"Okay, I get it," I reply, "so now what?"
"Let's have showers, then dress for the beach. I think I have a bikini that will fit you, Mary."
We shower and put on our bikinis. Tara's is a bit tight, so it presses my little boobs up so I almost have some cleavage.
As we wind through the path to the beach, Tara describes what we are looking for. "We want women who could be receptive to lesbian overtures. For your training today, you shouldn't send strong projections. Learning to block is the most important lesson."
I ask, "So I tease them and then block?"
"Yes, something like that. Try to turn them onto you a little, then block. Don't overdo it, or you'll frustrate them. And if you feel that they are not interested, then just stop."
"Okay," I say, as we top the dune and look out over the beach. Several people are lying on the beach and a few are walking. We go down and saunter as a trio. We come up near a couple - man and woman - and I whisper, "She looks bored, should I try with her?"
"Sure," Tara says. "Melissa and I will look away. Let us know how it goes."
I gaze at her, seeing if I can get her attention. When she looks back, I turn on a light projection of nipple touching. I sense a moment of excitement, then I feel her revulsion. Oops, she's not at all lesbian. I quickly turn it off and turn away.
"Not that one," I say, with a giggle.
"Yes, many women are just not that way," Melissa says.
We walk along, and I see a woman alone on a towel, reading a book. She's hot-looking, in a low-cut one-piece. I stop and look. She notices me when she turns a page, looks back and smiles. I project stroking her nipples lightly, and I notice her mouth open.
I feel her return my desire, and I start pulling her nipples. We both gasp and stare at each other. "Okay, now block," Tara whispers, shaking me out of my daze.
Reluctantly I block, and I feel her disappointment at the sudden cessation of excitement. I smile and turn to Tara. "How did I do?"
"That was perfect," Melissa chimes in. "I was reading her all the time, and she was really getting into you, and wondered why you turned away. So your block was good."
"Should I go apologise?" I ask.
Tara chuckles and says, "Oh, it's not necessary for light flirting. After all, she doesn't know that you did it on purpose. But maybe on our way back if she's still there you can try again."
"That felt pretty easy. What's next?" I ask.
Melissa says, "You two stay here, and I'll go scouting." She shuffles off, and Tara and I engage in small talk while she's gone. When Melissa returns she says, "I have a challenge for you, Mary."
"Lead on, Melissa." We walk along to my target.
"Okay, it's a woman with a man, but reading her gave me the idea she isn't happy with him. I didn't probe deeply, so I can't say how she feels about women." Melissa stops a short distance from them.
"Right, it's the couple on the big blue towel to your right. Don't look yet. Let's just chat and you can glance over."
I pretend to chat with Melissa, then look over and see this young woman who's maybe around twenty years old. Wow, she has a lovely face, a trim, curvy body and incredibly shapely D cups spilling out of her tiny top. She's sitting up, looking out to sea. "Mmmm, delicious choice, Melissa, thank you," I say.
Without even thinking, my mind reaches out and caresses the woman's leg. She jumps, wondering about the touch. She looks around and sees me gazing at her. She has a puzzled look for a few seconds, then she smiles at me. My nipples harden at her smile, and I can feel her nipples harden with mine.
I whisper to Tara, "We're turned on, and I hate to stop. Is it okay if I keep going?"
Melissa, who has been reading her, says, "Mary's right, she's very interested."
Tara says, "Well, okay, but be careful."
The woman looks at her man, who is lying face down, facing away from her. She returns her gaze to me, and I project gentle stroking of her nipples. She gasps and her jaw drops, wondering what's happening. I keep stroking her nipples then give them a gentle squeeze. I can see her nipples harden through her top, and I'm sure mine are showing too.
I smile broadly. She looks back at him, then back at me, unsure what to do. Then she carefully stands up as if to avoid alerting him, puts on her sandals, picks up her handbag and walks over to us. She stops a metre away, looking me up and down, then glancing at the others.
"Hi, I'm Mary, this is Tara and this is Melissa," I say, pointing to indicate who is who.
"Um, hi Mary, I'm Sonya. Uh, I don't make a habit of meeting people on the beach like this, but..." she trails off.
I reply, "It's fine, Sonya, I'm happy you walked over. I saw you and I was very attracted and I couldn't quit looking at you. I'm sorry if I intruded." I peer around her. "It looks like you have a boyfriend."
