In many ways Collodi credits Nadia with his awakening. Nadia was a Slavic beauty with natural near platinum blonde hair and a dazzling smile. Collodi was someone else then, but his old name didn't matter, Collodi killed that feeble nerd when he made his discovery.
He and Nadia had been friends and even considered dating, he wanted to, but that changed when he began following her around like a puppy in Junior High. He was never popular and never got attention from girls so when Nadia seemed to like him he lost his mind and couldn't fathom not being near her at all times. After some frustrating conversations they settled into friendship. Nadia considered herself a medium and practiced witchcraft all through the years. Collodi never put much stock in it until he started hearing people's thoughts. Of course she was ecstatic. She shoved books at him and told him it was important for him to hone his abilities.
It started as experimentation but changed one day in his Senior year when Nadia was agitated with him. She started dating a college boy and Collodi felt enraged by it, ferocious really, and he held it in for as long as he could until an assembly at school brought it all to the front. She yelled, he yelled, and soon he found himself in the bathroom. He jumped and kicked a stall door hard enough to bend it off its hinges, but the rage boiled in him. He left the bathroom still fuming and shattered the glass front of a fire extinguisher case. He cut his hand and dripped blood down the hallway. His hand throbbed in pain and his mind felt like it was about to snap. All the voices in the school hit him simultaneously and it dropped him to his knees. As he felt his sanity about to leave him and there was a spasm followed by blessed silence.
A janitor followed the trail and yelled behind him, "Hey you!"
Collodi could feel the janitor's thoughts, he was about to grab him by the scruff and drag him to the office. Collodi went deeper, the anger held him off for a moment, but it was an ever shifting tapestry of emotions. He was mad that he had to clean up blood, but he didn't really care about it or the student in his custody. Collodi saw the janitor's wife and three daughters, one went to school with him. He saw his disdain for his job, for the kids he cleaned up after, and especially for the vice principal. "I'm sorry," Collodi said meekly and he felt the janitor's anger subside further.
As he was escorted he stayed in the man's head. The sudden rush of arousal when he saw one of the English teachers struck Collodi. Talk to her, Collodi thought to himself and the janitor stopped and said, "hey Janine," he smiled at her, "I mean Ms. Marrow."
Collodi stepped into Janine's mind just as easily. She had little interest in the janitor except as an acquaintance and didn't even know his name. He informed her and said Carl, in her mind, "hi Carl," she smiled back at him. Collodi was intrigued that they both followed through. Carl was at least twenty years older than Ms. Marrow, but was still in good shape for a janitor. You like older men, Collodi thought to Janine. She flushed. "What happened?"
The janitor still held Collodi by the arm, "He busted out some glass, just taking him to the vice principal."
She nodded and Collodi thought, ignore me, to the janitor and Ms. Marrow and to his wonderment they did. Carl released him and turned his full attention to Janine. You're a cheater, Carl, and you desperately want to cheat on your wife with Janine. The janitor shifted uneasily as he and Janine continued their small talk. Janine seemed to be flirting, but Collodi wanted to see more. Touch his arm, he told her and she did as they spoke. Picture him naked and enjoy the image. He found resistance there. Janine had a boyfriend, but she was picturing Carl naked and was enjoying the image in spite of herself. Collodi was feeling the power and decided on the spot to erase the boyfriend. Janine was suddenly a single woman flirting with an older man. Carl leaned in and the conversation was becoming increasingly intimate. "I'm free after school," she admitted.
"What are you doing right now?" Carl asked.
She bit her lower lip and felt her tummy flop, "Free hour because of the assembly."
"Oh yeah?" he asked and she nodded.
Do it, Collodi thought, and followed them in, Janine you've never been more attracted to a man than you are to Carl right now.
She opened the door and brought Carl into the class room. Collodi followed after still ignored, hand still bleeding. "Come inside," she said lustily. Collodi closed and locked the door.
Janine's phone rang, but she didn't recognize the name on the ID so she ignored it. They kissed as her hands reached for Carl's pants. He picked her up and placed her on her desk while she released him. He pulled at her panties, both were still clothed, but Collodi could smell her obvious arousal.
It wasn't romantic. He speared into her wet snatch as she clutched closer to him and moaned at the sudden sensations. They were relentless and Collodi in his hormonal haze kept nitching up their desire. Each thrust was met with increased pleasure on bith sides. After two minutes they were completely addicted to each other. They rutted on the desk as they both came loudly again and again while he continued to pound into her. Collodi watched with fascination. Janine's shirt torn and her youthful breasts juggling with each motion. Carl's ass was exposed, it clenched and quivered as he cummed inside her.
Collodi was born in that moment. He was the writer and he could do anything he wanted.
He left the new couple there and heard the next day they had both been fired. Ms. Marrow apparently filed a restraining order against her former boyfriend who she had no memory of knowing and Carl left his wife unable to stop himself from fucking the English teacher at every opportunity. Collodi stopped paying attention. He was more interested in how to use his new found abilities. He punished Nadia by making her quit school and become an escort which was just as well since she had become a chronic cheater. After he fucked her for a few months, of course. She became pathologically incapable of staying faithful and refused open relationships. After that he just played and learned how to use his abilities over the next five years.
In his reverie he realized he had released his grip on everyone in the compound, but quickly reasserted his control. "Noami," he said to himself.
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