Andy went to jail. That fateful day when Cherry tampered with his psyche, he went on a sexual rampage that went too far, and one brave woman had the evidence to get him convicted. He did not come to school the rest of the year, and shortly after the senior class at Lyndon graduated, he was tried and convicted to four years in prison.
Cherry told herself she would not use her powers anymore. After some practice, she learned how to block out the thoughts that would pervade her mind, and she refrained from abusing her power further. But she could not undo the damage. Andy was in jail, and her libido had permanently skyrocketed.
She thought that if she simply had the time, she could take it down, but worried that she might risk over-tampering with another part of her psyche and doing something much worse. She and her sister would just have to live with it.
Her last year at school was difficult, battling the ridicule over what happened and her need to cum. She would spend lunches in the bathroom, rubbing her clit and learning to keep quiet when she orgasmed. She fantasized about nearly everyone, from her own mannish sister to the flat-chested bitch Steph Kerry. But eventually, she got through it, humorless and jaded.
She never struggled with these thoughts, chalking it all up to the psychological tampering, but it weighed on her after a while. She didn't sleep with anyone after Andy, more for their protection than her own emotional state. Even still, the guilt over Andy weighed on her. If only the story were believable.
Come the fall of 1984, she was in college with her sister.
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Cherry sat at her desk reading up on her psychology homework. Her professor made it clear that the road to the more sought after forms of psychological study would have to wait, that abnormal psychology or psychiatric studies came much later. Cherry came to study the former. But if four years she had to wait, four years she would.
But that was four years of desire.
As she turned a page in her textbook, the kindling of a fire within her suddenly burst into a mighty inferno. She tried to fight it, but only seconds passed before she was sweating, breathing heavy, and wet between her legs. It was too much to resist.
It was the small mirror she kept on her desk, she knew. She managed to catch a glimpse of herself, and it was enough to inspire the outbreak. Cherry didn't do as much to her own appearance these days, usually just brushing her hair and putting on minimal foundation. But it was her eyes that did it. There was always desperation in her eyes, whether others could see it or not. Fluctuating as it would with anyone, but ever present.
Cherry pulled her clothes off as quickly as she could and leaned back in her chair. Her right hand grabbed her breast and began to fondle it, wondrous jolts of her own sexual energy jumping across her chest. One squeeze at the foot of her mountainous breast would jump up to the peak of her nipple.
Her left hand shot down to her labia, slipping past her wet pubic hair straight to her clit. She allowed two fingers to vibrate back and forth across it, an earthquake that shook her core and sent its seismic wave throughout her entire body.
This happened four times a day, but only every week or so would it be this powerful. She wasted no time in trying to reach her orgasm, and her eyes rolled back into her head, her hips jumped and fell like she was bucking up and down on Andy's cock again, but faster, more vigorous. She was not quiet.
Cherry began to think about her body, and opened her eyes to look at herself. Her breasts were just a little too big for her hand, and just big enough for a man to have his way between them. The hair between her legs was even darker than that on her head, like the blood rushing to her womanhood projected its hue up through it.
Her orgasm exploded through her entire body. Her legs, her arms, her stomach tightened up and shook in waves. On and she felt herself quiver, off and her head fell back in utter pleasure.
When it was finally over, her chair was damp with her sweat and natural juices. And as she looked at herself again, she thought she'd like to go again. But now she could at least resist it.
Just as she pulled her shirt back on, her roommate walked into the room with a dejected look on her face. Donna was a tall, thin-faced blonde with sudden curves on a stick-life figure. She wasn't really that thin, but she was just long enough for her breasts to seem very sudden. Cherry always thought she was incredibly sexy, but couldn't tell whether it was her tampering or not.
"You look tired," Cherry said.
"Thanks," Donna said, dropping her bag next to her bed.
"No, I mean... how are you?"
"I went to the DZ's today. First round of pledge eliminations."
"Seems like it didn't go well," Cherry commented. Her eyes were lifeless, it certainly couldn't have gone well.
"I passed the quiz, I'm going back tomorrow for round two."
"So what's the problem?"
Donna sighed and didn't say anything for a while. Cherry looked at her laying on her bed, breathing in, breathing out. The rise and fall of her chest defined her contours, made her look a perfect image of femininity.
