Cherry dreamt a thousand dreams that night, all about what pleasures she might achieve with her newfound ability. But a nagging voice of reason told her the power was the dream, that she was really awake now and could not control anybody. But the morning came, and she learned the truth of it.
She had woken up to wet spots on her bedsheets before, but never to this extent. Wet dream wasn't good enough to describe it. Drench dream was more like it. She feared that she had dehydrated herself with such arousal, and made sure to drink plenty of water for her breakfast.
Her mother and father were downstairs, already dressed and ready for their day. They sat on the couch, her mother looking at the television and her father with the Saturday newspaper in his hands. "Mornin' Cherry Lane," her father said.
"Morning Pops."
Her mother looked away from the morning news and said, "You going out today, sweetie?"
"I'm gonna see if Andy wants to go rollerblading," she lied. She allowed Mr. Hollace to call them to come pick her up after the incident last night, but made sure to instruct her parents to forget it happened once they were home. Otherwise her mother would have had a million questions about whether she was feeling up to it.
"Just remember we have to go pick up your sister at the airport at five," she said.
"Affirmative," Cherry said. But internally, "Damn it all to hell."
Emilia Lann was not known for consideration of those around her. She wasn't quite a bitch, Cherry thought, but she wasn't nice either. A Hollywood type of person, kind to your face and immeasurably shitty behind your back. That's it, two-faced, she thought.
Em was inconsistent about her relationship with her younger sister. There were plenty of times when she saved Cherry's ass in tight spots, but others when she doomed her to a fate worse than grounding. But one thing was for sure — Cherry got the good genes for looks.
Where Cherry had a small, tight figure with smooth peaks and valleys, Em had drier, coarser skin with flat features not exclusive to her breasts. Rather than an hourglass figure, she had a more mannish torso, sans broad shoulders. Her posture left much to be desired, and the fiery red hair that came from their mother was not graced to her, rather her father's thin, dirt-brown filament. None of it stopped her from having boyfriends, having decent friends, or being told she was beautiful.
Sure, everyone is beautiful in their own way, Cherry thought. But that girl is not sexy. No doubt.
She left the house and walked down the sunny sidewalk, basking in the sunlight. She was still quite aroused from her dreams, particularly the one in which she owned a harem, filled to the brim with men and women of her choosing. She needed Andy's cock inside her more than anything now. Masturbating would not do it.
When she reached Andy's house, she noticed his father's car was not in the driveway. She hoped his mother would be gone too. Cherry rang the doorbell and looked at herself in the window beside the front door of the house to make sure she was in presentable condition. She had not done much to get ready for her day. Her hair was brushed, but still messy. Her jeans accented her legs very well, but still left much to the imagination. She threw on her father's army jacket over a loose white t-shirt that, if wet, would have shown her braless chest. It wasn't a particularly sexy look, but then again, it wouldn't matter once she was naked.
Andy opened the door and smiled. "Hey gorgeous," he said.
"Hey," she said, smiling brightly with a pep in her stance. "Is anyone home?"
"No, mom and dad are out for groceries," he answered. And before he could figure out why she asked, she was inside and pulling her shirt over her head. He was taken by surprise, never before treated to such feminine delight this early or this brazenly. Cherry heard him think, ("This is why we look forward to Saturdays.")
But as she pulled her jeans off, she was keenly aware of just how aroused she was. Cherry had never done this before, had never been so much in need of release. Could Andy really perform the way she required? But the recent boon could fix that, she knew. All she had to do was say the word.
She spoke out loud, but made sure to impress upon his mind as she did. "Andy," she said. "You're going to fuck me. Use all your energy and all your moves. Do not go easy on me. Fuck me like you never have before."
When at last they were both naked, he was completely erect and throbbing. She faltered a bit, expecting a strong action to match her command. But to her dismay, he grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. What followed was not the fucking she had envisioned, but rather a slightly enhanced version of the usual business. He slid into her easily, fully lubricated by her own natural juices, and pulled her hips toward his while her breasts bounced with each thrust. She never did mind laying on her back, but it was a wall she wanted it against, not a mattress.
There was more energy, surely. But not the initiative she wanted. It was the best sex they'd ever had, and yet she was bored by it. Not like last night, she thought. All that passion, they were really going at it.
Cherry cleaned up Andy's seed off of her stomach after a decent fifteen minutes, and they laid in bed together in silence for a bit. Andy seemed very pleased with himself, and held her tightly. But Cherry made sure to face away from him so he could not see her face. Now, rather than disappointment, she was experiencing curiosity.
It couldn't have been a matter of command, she realized. He wasn't holding back at all before, he simply didn't know how to commit to a deeply lustful sexual experience. The kind of animalistic thing she was looking for needed some consciousness in those who had never experienced it, a recognition that it was happening. Maybe everything came naturally, but there at least had to be a thought that said, "This is raw, this is real."
