*Authors Disclaimer*
If you are reading this story, I am going to assume you already read part 1, and what was true for the disclaimer for that part, is still true for this one.
That said, I will just reiterate a few things, just in case we have someone who likes to skip ahead.
All chararters are fictional, and 18+ years of age.
All events in this story are fictional.
The story explores such things as Mind Control, Non-consent, and very much being a selfish asshole.
Chapter 2
When I woke up, I remembered having the most amazingly erotic dreams about Jenna, doing so many more things with her, than I had dared last night.
I knew I should be feeling bad for crossing so many lines, but clearly my raging boner was not going to agree to that.
Taking a minute to open a note on my phone and write down as many details from my dream while I could still remember all of it, I figured it would not hurt having some inspiration for next time.
I was still trying to persuade myself that of course there would not be a next time, that the test had gone too far, but I already knew none of that mattered at all.
I already knew there would be a next time. This was simply too much power for me to not use it. I guess I was just feeling bad about not feeling all that bad about it.
Besides, I rationalized, to Jenna, it was functionally the same as IF she had simply had an erotic dream about me.
Except I got to actually be a part of it, and it is not like she wasn't getting anything out of it herself, the way her body responded to mine.
Fuck, even the thought of how she came, was enough to make me rock hard, and I wanted to just go straight over there and have her again.
But, she would almost certainly be at class, and I should be too, in about thirty minutes.
Classes went by in a daze. I didn't pay any attention to what was going on around me, I was too busy reading Professor Halls notes on my laptop, when I wasn't ogling the girls around me, imagining what I could do to them, thanks to the Hall PASS.
The more I read, the more I started to realize that a lot of stuff was missing. All of the data I had entered was there, but there should be way more documentation by the professor.
I knew she liked to take paper notes when she was working late, because the light from the monitor tended to hurt her eyes, when she was in a midnight creative fugue.
I had assumed that she would enter those later, at least I believe she had told me as much at one point.
Either she didn't, or she had been deleting some stuff before asking me to destroy it all, or she had never gotten around to entering it all in the first place.
It was frustrating not knowing for certain, but I was beginning to think I would have to at least investigate if she still had those notebooks somewhere.
If she did, they were both a resource I needed, and an unacceptable risk that I could not ignore.
What would someone else use a similar device for, if they ever learned it was even possible.
Yeah, I was probably on Professor Hall's side in this, I definitely did not want anyone else to have this.
Just me, that's enough.
While I was definitely going to use it for some harmless fun, it is not like I was going to become a hitman or something nefarious like that.
I wanted those notebooks, if they still existed, but getting them would be risky.
The one person who would be very suspicious, if she had some vague memory of a dream about me searching her house, would be Professor Hall, so I would have to be smart about it.
First, I would learn what I could from the data I had, maybe learn more about the device through tests.
Then perhaps I could try to get my hands on any notebooks that remained.
One thing I did manage to glean from the data I had, was that there had been no adverse health effects on any of the test subjects.
At least Professor Hall had claimed as much in response to an inquiry from the college legal department, with her declining their suggestion of spending some of her grant on increased insurance.
While I knew Professor Hall was pretty adamant about safety, what really reduced my lingering fears that the device might be dangerous at higher power settings, was when I happened to run into Jenna at lunch.
She was sitting with one of her few female friends, a goth chick who went by the name Becky. Not the big titty goth variant, but the super skinny type, that looked like she lived on a diet of nothing but moonlight and scorn for the mortal world.
She and Jenna were talking animatedly about something, and sharing a laugh about something.
Clearly, what I did last night had not harmed her in any way, in fact, I think she looked happier and more radiant than usual.
As I sat there munching through my lunch, doing my best to pretend not to be watching her, my mind kept going back to the night before, how gorgeous and responsive she was, underneath her usual baggy pants and hoodie.
With a body like hers, I guess the cheerleader squad would either force her to join, or put a hit out on her, if they ever learned what she was hiding.
When classes finally ended for the day, I made sure to make a detour on my way home, going to the mall for the largest power bank I could get my hands on.
My best choice for getting a bargain on a power bank was the big mega-mart in the center of the mall. They might not have the very best, but what they had would be cheaper than if I went to the more specialized shops.
While I was making my way through the shelf maze, designed to force customers to spend as much time and go through as much of the shop as possible, I was suddenly distracted from my purpose.
Riffling through the bra stand was Alicia, the sister of my old friend Josh from back home.
