Brian develops his paranormal ability and chases the girl
(Author's notes: This is a work of fiction. In this fantasy, nobody is worried about STDs. In real life, all non-monogamous sex should be practiced using accepted safe-sex precautions.
All persons involved in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.
This is a continuous story in multiple parts. It will only make sense if you read the chapters in order.
The main character in this story has paranormal capabilities, for which he invented his own terminology, using regular English words. To distinguish his special use of these words, the author utilizes non-standard punctuation. Thus, among others, the word "push" becomes +push when the character is describing his supra-sensory talent. (the plus sign is silent -- it's still pronounced "push.")
Special thanks to LunaRosa for her perceptive, insightful editing. This is a better story because of her.
Warnings: This is the lighter side of Mind Control, more Mind than Control. If you prefer your MC stories to feature reluctance and non-consent, this story probably isn't for you.
The story gets off to a rather tame start. Ch. 1 establishes the main characters, and has very little sexual content. What there is, is very youthful, naïve, discovery oriented. In Ch. 2 things become more Literotic.)
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In Brian's earliest memory of his special ability, he was sitting in his high chair. His mom was dividing her attention between ironing, folding, and feeding him a snack, some sort of finger food. She was taking far too long getting him his next bite. Brian perked up as she reached for the bowl -- at last! -- but the phone rang, and she turned to answer it. Brian slumped forward in frustration.
She took the call, chatting casually, and left the room for a moment. He gazed intently at the bowl, and it began to slide across the table. He still couldn't reach it, so he gazed at it a little harder, and it slid right up to his high chair tray. He helped himself to a bite, triumphant.
At first he had no idea that this ability was unusual, it was just one of several he was developing at that age, like running and talking. He quickly discovered, however, that other people saw it differently. One afternoon, he moved a sippy cup of juice to within his reach. His mom had been writing a check and was facing away, so she didn't see it, she only heard the cup slide. The way she over-reacted, you'd have thought that the earth had changed direction and the sun had risen in the west.
His solution was to hide his ability from his parents, and just to be safe, everybody else. Luckily for the world, especially those around him, Brian was a fairly decent guy, who understood the difference in right and wrong. He only occasionally used his ability for anything improper. But he was more than willing to use it when it was clearly right.
One day in kindergarten, the kids were headed to recess. Little Doug cut in line, which was nothing new, Doug was habitually dishonest and unfair. This time, however, when the line started moving, Brian unbuttoned and unzipped Doug's shorts, which fell around his ankles, tripping him. The kids all laughed at Doug's Batman underwear, especially the girls. After he pulled his shorts back up, he was the last kid to get outside. Brian regretted embarrassing Doug, but he felt better when Doug began to realize that the concept of being fair applied to him too.
By the first grade, Brian had named his ability "braining." He knew it was absurd, what he later learned is called a non-sequitur, but he liked that about it. It was his ability, and he could call it what he wanted. When he moved something, he said to himself, "I +brained it from here to there," and chuckled inwardly at the silliness. Besides, having this ability was a heavy responsibility for a little guy, and calling it something goofy eased some of the burden.
Brian was particularly careful to hide his ability from the other kids. He intuitively realized that if they figured it out, he'd be forever surrounded by "friends" trying to get him to +brain things to their advantage. He made sure they never noticed.
And besides, it was exhausting. Moving things with his brain was a lot like moving them with his muscles -- the heavier the object, the more tiring. It required far more energy to move things with his brain.
When Brian was in the 7th grade, he found a book on parapsychology at the public library. He learned that he was not the only one who could +brain, and that its formal name was telekinesis. "Tell - uh - kuh - NEE - sis," he repeated to himself -- the ability to move physical objects using only thought. He couldn't decide if he was excited, or disappointed, that there were others. Probably a little of both.
Brian had a voracious appetite for learning diverse things, and a natural ability to solve problems. He was comfortable socially, with an infectious ability to find what was interesting in the commonplace. When he hit junior high school, one thing was almost inevitable: he was hugely popular with girls.
Girls gave Brian a whole new reason to +brain. Not so much the obvious... at first he did plenty of +braining their dresses up, but that thrill didn't last long. They all wore panties, after all, and after the initial excitement, one pair wasn't all that different from another. Besides, it was tiring.
He developed all sorts of maneuvers to make a girl feel special. For example, during the brief time he had been interested in lifting their skirts, he had learned to +brain a little burst of air to blow up the hem -- much more subtle than merely "lifting" it for a peek. When he began making out, he found that +braining a billow of air to slightly ripple the girl's hair made her feel much more sensuous. So did causing a nearby wind chime to make its soothing sounds. He could cause a small breeze to blow across her neck or ear, raising the hairs on her arm. Of course, these things only happened when she was with him. He soon became known as the best kisser in school.
Then he got ahold of an older kid's girlie magazine. Most boys drool over the pictures, but Brian was enthralled with the letters column, where advice was given on how to attract women and turn them on. He received his first insight into where their hot spots were -- "ee - RAH - jeh - nuss zones," he repeated to himself. Brian became an avid reader of as many advice columns as he could get ahold of.
He was not much of a fan of porn dvds, but when his friends played them, Brian paid the most attention to the lesbian scenes -- it was clear to him that most of the boy-on-girl action was driven by what could be easily lit and shot, as well as what the producers perceived was their target audience's fantasies. If there was any genuine, useful sexual technique to be studied, it was in the girl-on-girl scenes -- how they pleasured each other, particularly oral, was a goldmine of valuable instruction. With the information he gleaned, filtered by his natural ability to distinguish useful technique from unimaginative bullshit, he became far more worldly than the meager sum of his actual experiences.
Applying what he had learned, he tried repeatedly to +brain a nipple or a clitoris, but he never had any success moving individual body parts. His ability seemed limited to moving only entire objects. A girl's body was too big for him to move, and even if he could, it would merely place her elsewhere, not arouse her.
