You know the saying, 'with great power comes great responsibility'? In my experience, that's not really true. They should change it to 'with great power comes fear, terror and a massive need to change underwear immediately!' Trust me on this, if ever you get into a position where you have the power and ability to influence people's lives on a massive scale, and not in a 'have-a-go hero' way, but in a conscious,' I-know-what-I'm-doing kind of way', then you'll know exactly what I mean. These are the feelings I had in the immediate aftermath of my encounter with Dr Jones and Nurse Jenny. Somehow I had managed to influence their decisions just by my thoughts. I had made them act on my commands. I had made a seemingly normal young woman perform oral sex on a patient.
It didn't make any sense. None of this did. I had done something stupid. I had tried to take my own life which, like most things I tried in life, was a completely failure. It left me lying in a hospital bed, my arms and legs in casts, my movement pretty much limited and with the biggest worry of my fairly limited life. I know what you're thinking – dear God man, it's everyone's dream come true – but the reality was that it was terrifying. My life was now entirely uncertain and I had no idea what the hell was going to happen to me. In the minutes and hours that followed after Jenny left the room I was meant to be unconscious in, I fretted over and over as to what had happened to me. On occasion I'd get excited, picturing myself as some kind of superhero who could use my powers to fight crime. I think we've all had that dream, right? But then the reality hit me – I'm not nearly brave enough to do that. Anyway, would the government really let a mind reader run about? Plus I don't look good in spandex.
As the day turned into night, my new found conscious state was discovered by the nursing staff, despite my best efforts. I didn't want them to discover me. I wanted to pretend this wasn't happening. But discover me they did, a handful of nurses fussing over me. This might seem hard to believe, but I tried to keep their thoughts out my head, but it was impossible. I'd be successful to an extent, but then words would keep slipping out, thoughts, feelings, emotions. I didn't know how to stop it and very quickly I was learning their innermost thoughts. Selma, the older nurse on shift, completely despised Jackie, a younger, brasher colleague. Jon, the only male nurse I saw, thought I was cute. My thoughts? How stereotypical – a male nurse being gay.
Finally a doctor came in to see me. I knew it was bad news before he even spoke, and that was without my new found powers. I was in bad shape. Really bad shape. Not only were my arms and legs broken, but damage had been done to my spine too. They weren't entirely sure how serious it was, but there was a good chance I might not walk again. He went into details, discussing physiotherapy and other treatments, but the truth is I wasn't listening. I don't think anyone would when hearing such horrible news. It was the only time the voices were quiet, because the only voices screaming in my head were my own. Any dreams I might have carried were over. I'd be a burden to everyone in my life. What had I done?
The hours turned to days in that hospital bed, my injuries starting to heal. My powers were still there, the voices and emotions of those around me still clear to me. I did everything I could to drown them out. I asked for a radio and turned it up loud. I read. I watched TV. Nothing worked. I started to concentrate hard on stopping them, but success was limited. I didn't want to hear anymore. After a few days a new doctor came in to see me. I knew what kind of doctor he was. He was a psychiatrist. I guess I had been expecting it, since after all I had tried to commit suicide. He asked questions and scribbled away on a pad. Little did he know that I knew what he was writing, and what he was writing didn't bode well for me. Apparently I was agitated and in need of some anti-psychotics. That was the first time since the incident with Jenny that I used my powers. When the doctor left, his sheet declared that I was of sound mental health and no follow ups were required.
A couple of days later saw the return of Nurse Jenny. Apparently she had been on leave for a few days and didn't know I had woken up in the immediate hours after she had performed oral sex on me. As she entered my room, she had turned a little pink in the cheeks, clearly embarrassed by what she had done. My eyes followed her around the room, her eyes never meeting mine. My mind was in hers though, and I knew what she was thinking. She was worried I had been awake. She was worried that I would say something. Her thoughts drifted to her sick mother, and what she would do if for money if she was fired. Now whatever people might say I am, I'm not a bad guy. There was no way I'd tell anyone about what happened, even if she wasn't an incredibly beautiful woman. I wouldn't want anyone to get fired for doing something like that, and I felt a need to make her feel more relaxed. I knew I could do it with my mind, so I send out a simple message:
"There's no way he could know I performed oral sex on him."
She visibly relaxed immediately. Her incredible smile returned to her face and my heart simply melted away. For the first time, she turned to me, beaming, and asked how I was feeling. We chatted for a short time, and it struck me that Nurse Jenny was not just a gorgeous woman but an incredibly friendly person too, full of warmth that made her perfect for her job. It was actually disappointing when she finished what she had to do and go to the next patient, such was the pleasure of her company, but I didn't do anything to stop her leaving such as I had done that previous night. Anyway, she had told me that she would be back in through the night as she was on the nightshift and that if I wasn't asleep maybe she could have a longer chat next time. I smiled, already looking forward to it, and watched her leave, her tight ass looking incredible despite the unattractive uniform she wore.
I lay in bed desperately trying to fight off sleep for the next few hours, wanting to stay awake for Jenny. My mind constantly drifted back to that first night, of the skill and quality of the blow job Jenny had given to me, albeit with a helping thought or two from me. I knew she had enjoyed it too, that it had fulfilled a fantasy for her. I couldn't help but wonder if she would be willing to take it any further. Did she actually like me? I knew it was unlikely, probably impossible, but the thought drove me through the hours. It also had the obvious effect on me. My cock had become stiff as a pole and the sheets tented over my shaft. To my embarrassment, this was the moment that Nurse Jenny returned.
This wasn't the first time I'd been found with a hard on. Far from it in fact. Various people have walked in when I've been spouting one, from all the members of my immediate family including my mother and sister, to classmates at University and even complete strangers. I was a normal guy with a vivid imagination so it was only to be expected that sometimes I'd be aroused when other people were around. The difference between then and now was that normally I'd be able to cover up and hide my obvious erection. This time I couldn't. I couldn't move, let alone readjust my cock to save both Jenny and I the embarrassment of acknowledging my erection.
She was breezy at first, even asking how her favourite patient was. She smiled at me, I sheepishly grinned back like a fool, and then her eyes locked on to it. Silence. Awkwardness. I closed my eyes, wishing I could be swallowed up into a big hole, but alas that wasn't possible either. I opened my eyes again a few seconds later and Jenny was still looking at the tent in the covers, and once more I became aware of a strong sense of arousal in the room. Again, it was coming from Jenny, but this time it was for me. I couldn't help myself and reached out to her mind, listening to her thoughts, violating her mind. She was remembering the other day. She was remembering how it was exactly like this, my cock standing to attention, how she did something she'd never thought she'd do and pulled it out, stroked it, sucked it. She was lost in the haze of memory. I had to say something.
"Umm....sorry about that...." I mumbled, and it snapped her from her haze.
"Oh," she said, turning crimson, "that's...umm...that's ok...it happens I guess....."
Her words drifted off as her eyes once more locked on to my erection. She turned away, scolding herself inwardly, and I could hear her telling herself off, telling herself to be professional about these things, and there was no way this could be another repeat of the other night. Then she thought something that nearly made me pass out. She thought six very simple words.
"Even though I want it to."
