Disclaimer: All characters mentioned are 18 years of age despite the story taking place in high school.
Author's Note: This is the first chapter in what I hope will be a long series. I am new to writing erotic fiction and I would appreciate any constructive feedback that you may have. It takes place across several categories, so please follow me for new chapters.
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Chapter 5: Dreams Do Cum True
"So, is it safe to say that you have 'The Sight'?"
The matter-of-factness caught me off guard. I knew that others possessed the ability to foresee sexual encounters as I could, but I was not expecting my best friend's mom to be one of them. Although, if Devin ever figured out what I had just done with his mom he might be my ex-best friend.
I was still naked and sitting on the sofa in Conny Costa's office while she, who was still naked as well, remained in her chair. We had just finished watching home surveillance of the party her son threw the night before and I was having a hard time processing it.
I had woken up this morning hungover and with some pretty major gaps in my memory from the previous night. The video had given me an understanding of what I had gotten up to at the party, but I was still in the dark as to how I had pulled it off. I knew my powers gave me insight into potential sexual partners, but what was on the video was something different; something much more powerful.
I had a thousand questions to ask, but I did not know where to start, or how to process the answers that were sure to come. If I could indeed pull of what the video showed then my gifts were much more powerful than Malory had led me to believe. I figured that I would start by confirming that Mrs. Costa had the same powers, although it seemed clear that she did.
"Do . . . Do you have premonitions as well?" I asked, not truly knowing what else to say.
"I do, but our gifts extend way beyond being able to see people's desires. We can manipulate them as well . . . to a certain extent."
This was not completely revolutionary news to me as Malory, who also had The Sight as Conny had called it, had told me that we could influence what others would do in bed. The way Malory had described it made it seem like little nudges, or persuading someone to overcome a fear that was preventing them from acting out a fantasy. What I had just seen in the video seemed like a whole lot more than that.
"Malory said that we could influence people, and I have been working on it, but I haven't had success with anything more than convincing existing partners to push their boundaries. Malory has been working on influencing someone over the long term, but neither of us had any idea that it could work so quickly."
It was true that Malory had had some success on our teacher Mrs. Franklin, but it was marginal, and mainly consisted of her dressing more provocatively in class. We were hoping that we could persuade her to do more, bolstered only by the shared premonition that we had of her spanking Malory while I watched. We were still working on overcoming Mrs. Franklin's fear of sleeping with a student, which, so far, had seemed insurmountable.
If it had not been for that premonition we would never have tried. Even so, the task had seemed out of reach over the last few weeks as we had barely made a dent. Based on the video evidence, however, it seems like I could do a whole lot more than slowly wear down someone's boundaries.
"That is a good start, but as you can see there is a whole world open to you if you let go of your limiting beliefs. You can pretty much convince someone of anything, as long as it does not go against their fundamental values. If they are open to it, even in the slightest, then you can use that to convince them."
"That is amazing, but how did I do that last night? Even this morning I had no idea I could do THAT."
"Because you were drunk. As you know when you are intoxicated you tend to think you can do anything. Most of the time this gets you in trouble, but for you, at least last night, it allowed you to break through the artificial boundaries that you had created for yourself."
"So, I can only do this when wasted?"
"Maybe for now, but if you practice you will learn to do it whenever you want. You have a lot more control over your gifts than you think. You can turn them on and off, and you can turn off others as well. Why do you think that you did not have a premonition when you saw me this morning?"
"I assumed it was the alcohol. Maybe that my powers didn't work while drunk. Clearly, though, I was able to use my abilities while much more drunk last night."
"After I saw the video I knew that you had The Sight, and I wanted to keep you on your toes so I blocked your premonition of me. It becomes handy if you know another one of us is around and you want to remain anonymous."
"So what else can I do?"
Mrs. Costa went on to explain that everyone is slightly different and that I will learn new skills as I age, but there are a few commonalities amongst all of us. Of course, we have premonitions when we encounter someone that already desires to have sex with us. This is automatic unless we are consciously choosing not to see them. I had already experienced many of these, but I had yet to figure out how to turn them off.
Another shared ability is persuading people to pursue their hidden desires. If someone fantasized about a specific sexual act then it was easy to push them over the edge of actually making it happen. A little harder was enabling the action of a curiosity or intrigue that a person possessed but did not actively fantasize about. Still more difficult was persuading someone to engage in behavior they had never thought of.
It was not clear what level of manipulation of my subjects happened the night before, but it seemed like a bit of each was the likely answer. It was not a stretch to think these were possible, but I would have assumed it would take time to slowly work on convincing someone. What Conny explained, however, was that with enough confidence on my part the persuasion could be instantaneous.
With the right attitude and a whisper, I could influence a woman to take her panties off in the middle of a crowded elevator, or drop to her knees and blow me under a table in a restaurant. The possibilities were endless, my power only constrained by my imagination and skill. The only true barrier was someone's fundamental beliefs. At first, this sounded like a true limiting factor, but Conny said that she had found most people, even the devoutly religious, didn't truly believe their stances on abstinence or certain sexual acts.
The final ability that Mrs. Costa outlined for me was the ability to read people's desires and intrigues, even if they had nothing to do with me. She said that I could look into someone's mind and know who they fancied, what positions they liked, or if they were open to a threesome. At the time this seemed like a lesser ability, but when I remembered what Marissa had asked of me I thought that it could indeed come in handy.
"So, this is all wonderful, but how do I practice this? Do I just go around drunk and trying to stare into women's minds? Because that seems pretty creepy. Not that this ability isn't sketchy in general."
"When I first discovered this gift I was mentored by an older neighbor, but he pretty much left me to figure out the mechanics on my own. I don't blame him, though, because they are not really something that one can explain. You just sort of have to feel it. Plus, he probably did not want to be seen as sexually involved with a teenager."
"Okay, I mean that makes sense, but I was hoping for something marginally useful at least."
"Don't worry, I think I have you covered. Do you remember Veronica?" Conny said with a knowing smile.
How could I forget? Although she was only a few years older than us she used to babysit for Devin, and often me as well when I was hanging out. She had always been one of the hottest girls in the school, although she did not flaunt it. She was always nice enough to us while babysitting, but once we were freshmen and she was a senior she would not give us the time of day at school. This had always bothered me if only because being associated with her would have boosted my chances with the girls in my grade. Not that I had to worry about that now.
"Of course. How could I forget that fire red hair and her freckled cheeks? Not to mention those tits, they always looked so good in a sweater."
Conny smiled at me, "That ass wasn't bad either . . . and her cunt tasted like heaven."
I knew better than to pursue that avenue at the moment, but my excitement did not go unnoticed; my hardening cock giving me away.
"So, what about her?" I tried to remain cool, even though my best friend's mom had just admitted to sleeping with our babysitter, although I assumed much more recently than my past infatuations.
"Veronica is coming over for lunch in a few minutes. She is home from college and wanted to catch up with me if you know what I mean."
I did, but I was not sure how that pertained to me. Although the idea of the two of them hooking up after what I had just experienced with Mrs. Costa was enough to jump-start my libido.
"I want you to stick around. I am sure she would love to see you. And since you are a little buzzed at this point maybe you can try and persuade her to perform for you. I am sure that you can think of some things that you would want her to do. I won't interfere, but I will gladly join in the fun if you so desire.
"I do have a few tricks that you should try out. When she gets here try and feel what she is thinking about. It should be easy because she is expecting sex, but it might get a little mixed up when she sees you.
"Try not to force anything, as this can backfire on you. Instead, try and build a bridge between what you sense and what you want. Once you feel that she is ready, and you will be able to tell if you are connected, then push. Often, as your drunken self already figured out, physical contact can magnify the response.
