Dirk couldn't get the day out of his mind. It kept playing in his mind on repeat, like some YouTube video gone viral.
Rosanna had randomly asked him to go on a hike, and as if that weren't enough - along the way she bent over, hugged a tree and proceeded to ask Dirk to do all kinds of naughty things to her in the woods. And then just as randomly, she started crying that she had a girlfriend and wanted to go home. Dirk knew that all of these events were somehow related to the ring he had found on the curb this morning.
He had spent the afternoon trying to decipher the strange, faded inscriptions on the ring using the internet. When that failed he decided to write down everything that had happened this morning, trying to get every detail he could remember down and on to the page.
He knew that he found the ring by the newspaper stand on his way to the cafe. He also knew that when he ordered his usual mocha that Rosanna, the barrista was looking sexy as hell. He also remembered that it seemed like she could read his mind when she asked him to go hiking after she got off work. "The ring seems to have magical powers," he quickly scribbled in to the margin of his journal. "It seems to somehow actualize thoughts. But what is the catalyst?"
There was more, but Dirk decided that he wanted to test the powers of the ring out on the town.
Dirk took a shower, threw on some jeans a t-shirt and a brown sports coat, grabbed his wallet and headed out the door. Pulling the ring out of his pocket, he held it up to the glow of the street lights and slipped it on his pinky finger. "Now let's see what this thing can do."
The first thing he thought about was money. Can the ring materialize thoughts in the physical world? Dirk focused his mind on finding a twenty-dollar bill in the alley, looking around for some booty. A moment or two of searching and he didn't see anything. "The ring definitely seemed to have an effect on Rosanna," he mumbled to himself, "let's go see what we can get ourselves into, downtown."
The walk from Dirk's house to downtown was only a few blocks, and so he was there in only a few moments. It was Saturday night, and the streets were alive with the usual crowds of hipsters, thirty-somethings, college students, and couples holding hands. There were also quite a few buskers and street musicians trying to work their magic for loose change. Dirk made his way to a cheerful looking older black man with a saxophone playing some jazz blues on the pedestrian mall.
He sat down on a bench, pretending to listen to the sax-man, and decided he would do some experimenting to see what, and possibly how, the ring was doing what it seemed to be doing. He took a few deep, relaxed breaths and tried to focus his thoughts.
After a few moments he decided he would take the next pretty girl who walked by and focus his attention on her.
He waited for someone who looked like they were single - and when she walked by he focused his mind. A young college girl wearing a skimpy, hippy looking dress that was blue cotton to the waste, with colorful, flower print patchwork to mid-thigh. Just below her breasts was a faded peace patch embroidered onto the thin blue t-shirt material. On her feet she wore some pink crocs.
"I command you to sit on this park bench," he said to her in his mind.
She lifted up her sunglasses, and looked at Dirk straight in the eyes as she continued walking by. All of a sudden she stopped in her tracks though, looked at the bench, and then looked at the sax man. She smiled at Dirk, only to keep walking.
"Damn it," he thought. "It's not working. I hope this thing works."
Dirk pulled his hands out of his pockets and started to take off the ring, but jumped in surprise as the young woman plopped a seat right next to him, pulling her cell phone out of her purse to check her text messages.
His heart started racing. The rush of adrenaline was enough to make him chuckle to himself awkwardly. He slipped the ring back on firmly and continued to focus his thoughts.
The young woman had auburn hair with blonde highlights, cropped short. She couldn't have been any older than 21. She looked to be a typical college girl, but her body was definitely toned and fit. Dirk caught a glimpse and noticed she wasn't wearing a bra underneath, and he could also see she wasn't wearing any socks under her crocks. "I wouldn't mind getting to know you," Dirk focused his mind, "Introduce yourself to me."
"Hi, my name's Karla," she said out loud, not bothering to look up from her cell phone as she continued texting. With her glasses off, Dirk could see her lovely green eyes.
He wished she would put away the phone. And in an instant, she had the thing tucked away in her handbag.
All of this was too much for Dirk. He could not believe this was actually happening. The ring was definitely doing something, but what exactly?
Dirk could feel the ring in his pocket tight on his pinky finger. Rubbing the nubs on the ring with his thumb he considered what to do next. He shifted his legs around to accommodate the stirring he felt in his cock. Dirk wondered if Karla was any good at giving blow jobs. He couldn't believe how perverted his mind had become since he had first found the ring that morning.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Karla asked in a quiet, high pitched giggle. She spread her knees apart and let her arms fall in to the folds of her dress and put her face in to her hands. When she came up, her face was bright red and her sexy grin only emphasized her red face even more. Karla was clearly embarrassed about something, but what?
Without saying a word, Dirk stood up and turned towards Karla. She looked very sweet in her little hippy dress and smiling face.
Karla jumped up out of the bench and started giggling. "Let's find somewhere a little more private so we can . . . talk," Karla whispered, holding Dirk's sports coat arm in arm as they began to walk down the street.
Growing a little more confident in the powers of the ring, Dirk started thinking about his options. He wanted to test out the ring, but he also didn't want to do something that Karla wouldn't enjoy the memories of later. Dirk started wondering what Karla's deepest sexual fantasy would be, and just then as if on cue, Karla suggested, "I would love to take a walk by the river," she said. "I love the sounds of the water and seeing the stars and moon. It makes me wet just thinking about it," she blushed, covering her mouth and looking up at Dirk as if to say - oops.
"Sure, let's go." They started walking - the river was only a few blocks away from the pedestrian mall downtown.
The moon was waning on this particular evening, but only just so, as the full moon was a week or so ago as Dirk remembered. As they walked, the sounds of the Saturday night reveler's and debaucherous drunks and the bright lights advertising imported beer and the rush of the traffic zooming by all started to fade. They could hear their own footsteps now. Karla stopped dead in her tracks, and jumped up in the air clapping her hands. "Race you," she giggled, and started skipping down the street. Karla was obviously a total hippy chick, and Dirk was really enjoying their time together.
Dirk picked up his pace to keep up, and after another block they came to the entrance of the city park. He looked around, and with the stars and the moon out he could tell that there wasn't anyone within eyesight who would notice them. He remembered Rosanna earlier in the day and how she had removed her panties as soon as the thought crossed his mind, and so he decided to focus his thoughts - wishing to himself that Karla would remove her panties, but only if she wanted to deep down inside.
All of a sudden she started running ahead in to the park and when she got to the middle of the small field by the river he could see her lift her patchwork dress slightly and with her cute little hands he could tell she was thumbing the waste band of her panties and as she bent over, stepping out of them Dirk thought to himself, "This is going to be a beautiful night. Karla was giggling as Dirk approached and he saw her bunch up and throw her panties over her shoulder.
"What was that?" he asked as if unaware.
"Oh, nothing really," Karla couldn't stop giggling to herself. "Let's go sit by the river."
The temperature was perfect and there was a nice breeze in the air that felt refreshing, and as they approached the river the gurgling sounds of the flowing river made them both take a deep breath and smile. Karla was leading the way and when they got to the river, it was actually more of a creek, she suggested they cross the bridge so they could walk through the trees where it was a little darker and a little further from the path.
