I still remember the episodes that led me to believe in my unique power.
I was 11. I was sitting near a girl who was an excellent student, but for some reason, she didn't like me. My brain went blank on our crucial math exam day, and I could not answer many questions. The girl's examination form was far from me, and I couldn't see it. I wished she'd turn in my direction and place the paper so I could copy her answers. Within 10 seconds, she changed her body position. Now, the answers page was set between us two, and I could copy all the answers I didn't know. It was my first A ever...
One afternoon at 13, I went to a mall with a friend. We ate at the food court when we noticed a person sitting five feet away with his back to us. He had long hair and multiple tattoos. We were curious to see his face, but he never turned around, and we didn't want to lose our seats to check it out. I tried to 'send a message' to the guy to turn around and let us see his front. A short time later, his chair swiveled toward us. He gazed straight at us, and a few seconds later, he turned his back on us again.
When I was 16, I played soccer with a group of guys during a break. We were behind by one goal. Toward the end, I had a chance to score but missed. After the game, the most vocal guy on the team came to me and started hitting me in front of others in the group for losing the game. I was hurt and cursed him silently, hoping that somebody would break the arm that struck me. I watched one of the other players trying to grab his hand and heard him scream. I ran away. The following day, the boy showed up to school with a cast on his right arm, telling everybody it was broken.
The last case happened when I was 17 years old. Sitting in a park, I watched a young guy riding a bike. Then he left them on the ground near me and went to buy ice cream about 30 feet away. As he stood in line, an older guy lifted the bike and started riding out. I looked at him and whispered, 'Hit the wall, you a....le!'. To my surprise, the thief approached the nearest house, and instead of driving on the road, he hit the wall and fell off the bike. He limped away as fast as he could.
These four episodes occurred years apart, but I became suspicious about my ability to impose my will on people. I went home and found my father watching TV. I sat with him and told him about the four separate episodes.
He listened intently and was quiet momentarily. Then he looked at me, "Allen, I believe you. I think you inherited this power from me. I realized I could influence people's thoughts when I was older than you. I was 25 years old at the time. I used it only three times in my life. Son, please think carefully before applying it. It may serve good causes, but in other instances, it may cause harm."
As he was talking to me, Mom entered the main door, said hi, and went to the bathroom. Dad looked at me, "Let's talk about the subject some other time. In the meantime, keep it to yourself and don't tell anybody about it." I became curious and planned to talk to Dad again over the weekend.
Unfortunately, two days later, my father was involved in a fatal car accident and died hours later. We were devastated. Dad was a good person, and we loved him dearly. I didn't go to school and sat with Mom and my older sister at home, leaving the house only to go to the supermarket or urgent errands. I was too distracted to think about my powers, and even my 18th birthday passed without a proper celebration.
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The week passed, and Mom told me to go back to school. In the following days, I completed the study assignments I had missed.
I had no plans for the weekend. My sister Sarah was supposed to spend the two days with her best friend. Mom asked me if I wanted to join her in visiting Uncle Mike, but I wasn't in the mood. She went by herself.
I stayed at home and recalled my last talk with Dad. What were the three times he used his telepathic ability? My hunch was that one of these times was to be with Lynn, my mother. My dad looked 'very average' - 5'7", 180 lbs, not particularly handsome, strong, or rich. Mom, on the other hand, was a real beauty. She was 5'6", 120 lbs, pretty face, long blonde hair, and fantastic figure. Did Dad use his power to control Mom to date and marry him?
While Sarah was a younger copy of Mom, I looked like my father, without any distinguished physical or mental attributes, except for the newly discovered telepathic power.
Despite his unique powers, Dad could not prevent his death at a young age. Maybe I should use this advantage to improve my life? I decided first to assess the strength and range of my ability to influence other people.
During the weekend, I went to 3 places to check it out - A busy supermarket, a crowded food court, and a bar. My telepathic instructions were simple, 'turn in my direction and look at me for 5 seconds, then look the other way.' I tested it on 100 people of all ages and races in both genders.
I found out that my sphere of influence depended on several parameters. The distance was the most important but wasn't an absolute number. It extended farther if I was looking and focusing on the person and when I repeated the instruction in my head three times. By the end of the weekend, I was ready to test my power.
The following day, I went to school as usual. During the first break, I watched the hottest girl and her hunk boyfriend walking hand in hand and chatting. I stayed behind but close to them and instructed the girl to run away from him. I repeated it three times. I watched her staring at her guy, crying, and then running away. Her boyfriend stood in his place and had a puzzled look. I moved in the opposite direction without trying to determine whether they made up later.
During the next break, I saw one of my least favorite teachers, whom I was having the following class with, walking by. I instructed her to approach me and ask how my day was. She came to me, smiled, and asked me if I liked the weather. I answered politely, and then she left. In class, she ignored me as if we didn't talk minutes earlier...
After school, I went home and started thinking about how to utilize my power.
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I was in my room, masturbating. Usually, when I played with myself, I thought about having sex with a famous actress or reading stories in Literotica. This time, I stared out the window. Jean, the neighbor across the street, was working in her garden. She was a petite woman, about 35 years old. Her body was unimpressive, but her face was pretty, with large eyes and full lips. I met her several times on the street. Except for hello, we never talked.
While noticing her, I was still masturbating, and the stiffy controlled my next move.
After cumming, I walked outside and crossed to the other side of the road. When I was a few steps from her, I sent her a thought message, 'Jean, my name is Allen. I am here for you. Stop me and ask for help in the garden.'
From the corner of my eye, I saw her standing up, "Young man, would you come here, please."
I looked back at her, "Hello, Jean, nice to see you. Did you call me?"
"Yes. Do you have 15 minutes to spare? I'd appreciate your help here."
"Sure, I'll be happy to help even though I am not dressed for working in the garden."
She smiled, "I finished here. I need your help carrying my tools back to the garage."
It took us three minutes to hang all the tools in the right place.
"Allen, I have a cold drink in my fridge. We can drink it, and then I need to go to Walmart to buy new towels and produce."
"Yes, thank you."
As I was drinking, I instructed her to ask me for help carrying the stuff from her car to the kitchen when she returned from the store.
She looked at me pleadingly, "Allen, I hate to bother you again. When I return, can you help me carry several bags into the kitchen?"
"Of course." I gave her my phone number, and before I left, I sent her a message to delay calling me until she took a shower and was dressed in a robe.
My phone rang two hours later, "Allen, it took me longer because the air conditioner was malfunctioning at Walmart. I sweated in the store and needed to shower before calling you."
"Don't worry. I'll be at your door in five."
Her garage door was open. I grabbed four bags and entered the house. She welcomed me wearing a short robe. Her short hair was still wet. The robe hid her body. I could not detect signs of her breasts, but her legs were shapely. The luscious lips were the most notable feature on her face. I felt an urge to kiss her. I gave up, not wanting to push my luck too early.
Before leaving, my brain ordered Jean to ask me for similar help in the coming days.
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Three days later, I received another call from Jean to help her carry bags from her car. I said I'd be available in the evening. "That will be great. Thank you."
