When I wake up in the morning, I go pee, and then come back and check my phone. I look at the picture Lydia sent last night and instantly get wet. I rub my pussy a little but then I decide not to cum. I want to make love with Lydia for real and wait to cum with her.
I check the weather forecast, and I see that it's going to be very hot today. I select shorts and a tight tank top to wear, with no bra, of course. I know I'm going to get very wet today, so I choose regular undies.
I have my shower and then get dressed. Looking at myself, I decide that I don't look too bad. I want Lydia to see me and become excited just by looking.
I go to the kitchen and make some toast and coffee. From Mum's room I hear, "Damn you, Cheryl, make me cum!" I hear Mum chuckle. I guess Mum is playing tease-and-deny with Tara.
Tara moans for several minutes until she screams, "Oh, fuck, yes! Ahhhhh." I play with my nipples a bit through my top to keep myself on the edge for Lydia.
I rinse my plate and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Back in my bedroom, I put some sandals on, toss my phone in my handbag and walk out to the bus stop.
I catch my bus to the mall, wondering if I'll see my bus girl again, but no. I notice the same driver, though, who eyes me up and down. I give her a quick read, and sense that she's hot for me.
I smile at her and give her a quick projection onto her clit. She gasps and closes her eyes. I walk to the middle of the bus, sitting just behind the middle exit door. I know that she has a good view of me in her mirror.
As we go down the street, I pull out my phone and look at Lydia's lovely face and boobs. My nipples get hard, and I rub them gently (for real, not with my mind). After the bus stops at a traffic light, I keep my head down but I furtively peek up at the driver, who is looking at me in the mirror. I keep looking down to let her keep perving while believing that I don't notice.
I think about projecting again, but I don't want her to crash the bus! When we get to the mall, I go to the front door, face her, smile and thank her for being such a smooth driver.
She gazes at my face, glances down at my hard nipples, then blushes and looks up again. "I'm glad to be of service, uh, sorry, I don't know your name."
"I'm Mary."
"Thank you for allowing me to serve you, Miss Mary. It's my pleasure. Any time you need more service, please let me know."
Oh, I think she's one of those submissives. I've heard of them on chat sites, using "Miss" as a title of obedience. I've never really considered that sort of thing, but I'm a bit intrigued. She seems nice enough.
Glancing down at her name tag for her name, and checking out her boobs while looking down there, I say, "I may just do that, Veronica."
I look around and see that there is only one other person on the bus, way at the back. I stand facing her and shoot a quick pulse to her nipples, which hardens mine too. "Oh, Miss Mary," she gasps. I put up my block to avoid a serious scene.
She puts the bus in park and sets the handbrake. She reaches into her handbag and hands me a sheet of paper. "It's my schedule for next week. I do hope I'll see you again, maybe at the end of a shift," she says with a wink.
I smile and say, "Maybe you will," and step off the bus.
She drives on, and I wait at the bus stop for the 107. I'm stirred up by Veronica and of course the anticipation of seeing Lydia again. The 107 comes after a couple of minutes, and I pull up the map app on my phone so I know where to get off.
I close my eyes and daydream of Lydia. She's such a sweet, lovely, sexy young woman. I wonder what she'll be wearing today. I get excited thinking about loving her today.
When I open my eyes, I notice that I'm almost at my stop. I hit the button in a panic, just in time. I get off through the middle door and follow the app to her house.
With my heart pounding, I knock on the door. I hear steps approaching. The door opens and I see a middle-aged man. He's reasonably attractive and has a great smile.
"Mary, I presume?" he says.
"Yes, that's me."
"I'm Gary, Lydia's dad."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr., uh."
"Please just call me Gary."
"Okay, Gary."
He's trying not to stare at me, but I see him keep glancing at my boobs. No harm in that, I guess, although I'm not into guys. A quick read reveals a growing erection. This feels a bit odd to me; since I don't have a penis, it manifests in me as a general flush in my pussy and clit.
I put up a block to avoid overexciting him. "Uh, well, do come in and make yourself comfortable. Lydia is in the shower. She should be out soon. Would you like a drink? I've just made a pitcher of iced tea."
"I'd love that, thanks," I reply.
I sit on the sofa. He brings a large tumbler of tea and I gratefully drink from it. He sits next to me but not too near. He seems a bit nervous at being turned on by me, so I keep my block up.
He says, "Mary, Lydia won't stop talking about you. She seems to be head over heels for you. I'm so glad she's met a good friend. She never had many friends growing up. I don't know why; she's very nice and considerate."
I suspect that the powers that she had never been aware of unconsciously made others feel uncomfortable around her, or even scared.
I think for a minute, then say, "I've only met Lydia recently, but I get the sense that she's unusual. Not in a bad way, but I sense a strong aura that many people can find offputting."
"Hmmm, I never quite thought of it that way, Mary, but I think you're onto something. My mum was, well, rather strange and wonderful. So I guess Lydia takes after her."
So Gary is the carrier of the powers from his mum, without having them himself. He probably knows a fair bit about them, but I won't bring up the discussion yet.
"Well, I'm rather taken with Lydia myself. I feel a strong connection with her after only a few meetings at the mall."
"She's been deliriously happy the past couple of days. I've never known her to be that way, so you must be working magic on her."
I smile, knowing how literally true that is.
Just then, Lydia comes bounding into the room. "Mary!" she screams.
I stand and she runs up and gives me a huge hug, which I return. "I'm so glad you could come over, Mary. We can spend some proper time together. Do you have to go at any particular time?"
I think, then say, "Well, I'm not working today, so I guess I have all day."
"Yay!"
Gary gets up. "Lydia, I have to go to work now. I'm sure you'll be in good hands with Mary."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm sure I will," she replies, giving me a squeeze.
I read Gary. He's very happy that Lydia and I have found each other. He suspects our connection is sexual, among other things, and he approves. He has a bit of envy too, being attracted to me, but he's not going to do anything about that.
When Gary leaves, Lydia grabs my hand and says, "Let's go to my bedroom. I've been waiting so long to be alone with you." She pulls me vigorously. When we get there she kisses me madly and runs her hands all over me.
I kiss her back, then ease her away and say, "Easy, girl, we have all day. Let me please you first, then you can have your turn."
She stands, still fidgeting. I kiss her softly again and run my hands up and down her sides. They find her exquisite tiny boobs and cup them. She kisses me deeper as she feels that.
I caress her hard nipples with my palms. I then slide my hands to the hem of her top, lift it up, and take it off over her head.
"Oh, Lydia, I love your boobs. They are perfect!"
"They're so little, though, Mary."
"I love them to bits. I'm going to worship them, but first I need you naked."
I kneel and undo her shorts and quickly strip them off, along with her knickers. "Oh, Lydia, I love your thick, curly bush!" I rub my face on it and I love the silky feel.
