Special Ability to Influence

Dear Readers: This is something completely different from my other stories. Enjoy the romp through fantasy land. It's a little more creative and intended for the fantasy that it gives guys (and women as you'll see). All characters over 18 and 100 percent a work of fiction.

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I was standing in the batter's box on that humid day in May 1982. The opponent's pitcher, their best reliever, Stan Conklin is dealing 95 miles per hour heat. I knew that I was enjoying my last few games as a college player. I played center field but even I had to admit that my skills weren't going to translate to any further level of baseball.

Then that moment happened. A moment that I could have never imagined. A moment that would change my life in ways much more than any other time in this life could have imagined.

Conklin's fastball came right towards my head. The last thing I remember is laying on the ground with coaches, teammates, and medical staff bending down trying to see how I was doing.

I had taken a 95 mile per hour fastball right into the top of the left side of my head. I remember being asked questions such as, "what's your name?" and "who's the current president?"

I was very politically conscious and should have known that Reagan was president. I certainly should have known my name, but my mind was a blank. I tried to sit up but the training staff and the EMT staff on duty wouldn't let me move.

I remember seeing my teammates and some of the opposing team's players, including Conklin, in a circle praying together. I was taken to the nearest hospital and given numerous tests.

To no one's surprise, I had suffered a severe concussion and was kept in the hospital for the next four days. After I was released, I was told that there was no way I should go back to play baseball that season. If I had been a junior, I could have handled that news better because I could have looked forward to next to the next season, but this was my senior year and I didn't have a baseball future after this. My future was in beer league softball.

Recovering from this concussion was slow. I endured frequent headaches and spells of dizziness for nearly two months after the incident. The college was gracious to me and allowed me to finish my studies at home. Two finals were done at home. Two of my professors came to my home to give me my final exams. To this day, those two ladies will always hold a special place in my heart. They went above and beyond what their job required them to do.

Four months later, in September, I celebrated my 22nd birthday. I had my bachelor's degree in Social Services and had begun working for the county as a counselor for minimum wage. The wage was generous because some employers expect a new grad to just do an unpaid internship.

This was a great opportunity to get to know people, show what I can do, and hopefully see an opportunity to eventually get gainful employment for the rest of my life.

However, back to the concussion and its aftereffects.

My parents had invited many of my friends from college to my birthday party. They had held off having a graduation celebration until I had recovered fully. Mom saw an opportunity to kill two birds with one stone...a combined graduation and birthday celebration. She even ordered two separate cakes to commemorate each milestone.

Dad rented a local hall since the guest list was going to exceed 100 people. We had a large backyard but not nearly big enough to satisfy the expected turnout.

Although not a college classmate, Mom had invited Tonya Barber, a high school classmate that I had only seen sparingly since we graduated from high school. Tonya and I had been good friends but that was as far as it went. There was never a romantic hookup.

Tonya was very tomboyish. She wore her long dark hair pulled completely back in a ponytail. She never wore makeup and never dressed up. It seemed like the only wardrobe she owned was various t-shirts and blue jeans.

It's not that she was unattractive. In fact, there was some natural beauty that was easily discernable but she never made an effort to accentuate it. I had a few girlfriends in high school but up until that point, I had never got past the heavy petting part. When it came time to go further, the girls always backed down. I was left with a raging hard-on and a need to be alone to release my load.

I saw Tonya come through the door. As usual, she wore a green t-shirt with John Deere emblazed across it and her blue jeans. Nothing had changed about her appearance in the few months since I had last seen her.

She gave me a polite hug. I noticed that as she brushed up against my arm that she wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't surprised at how relatively small her breasts were, but I couldn't help but notice how thick and hard her nipples were. I had never experienced that before from her.

Tonya had never flirted with me so in my mind the brush of her boob against my bare forearm was just a coincidence. She appeared oblivious to that fact that it had happened and I just enjoyed the moment without expecting anything more.

I didn't expect anything more...but that's not what happened.

We stood and visited as several of my buddies came by to wish me a happy birthday. Each time I would glance at her chest, she would appear to accidentally rub it against my bare forearm.

I would have interpreted her behavior as a come-on but she was either being clumsy, or she was the best damn actress I'd ever met. She wasn't drunk, that was for sure. Her demeanor never changed, she never winked at me nor touched me elsewhere.

I was confused but when we were isolated again, I thought I'd try something different.

I looked at her lips, hoping that she'd kiss mine. Immediately, she got on her tippy toes and planted a nice warm kiss on my lips.

Again, not much of a change in her expression though.

"Tonya, I'm surprised that you just impulsively kissed me. What brought that on?"

"I just felt like it Earl. We've been friends for a long time. I hope you're not mad."

"Mad? Hell no. I'm just surprised. Can we be alone for a few minutes? There's a conference room around the corner. I have the master key."

"Sure."

I took her to the room. I looked at her chest and hoped that she'd lift up her t-shirt and show me her goods. On my non-verbal command, she lifted up her shirt for about 5 seconds to give me an unobstructed view of her small orbs.

They were gorgeous. Although small, the areolas were dark brown, about the size of a quarter, and her nipples were fat and hard.

After she put down her shirt I asked her a similar question as before.

"Don't get me wrong Tonya, I enjoyed that tit flash, but after all the years we've been friends and I've known you, you've never done anything like you've done tonight."

"I just wanted to Earl. It felt right. I didn't come here tonight to do this, I just acted impulsively. I've never done anything like this before with any other guy...or woman."

"Woman?"

""Yeah, don't get me wrong, I prefer guys but I do find some women attractive and I wouldn't mind seeing them or even getting romantic with them."

"Have you ever been with a girl or guy before...I mean sexually?"

"I'm not a virgin, if that's what you mean Earl. It was a friend of my dad's. We were drinking and horsing around. He took my cherry. He's a nice guy and I let him do it a few more times after that. Girls have needs too."

I looked at her. Each time I looked at her and wished for her to do something, she reacted precisely to my silent wish.

I wanted to see more. I looked down at her pants and wanted her to pull them down to her knees.

Right on the non-verbal command, she unbuttoned her jeans pulled down her pants and panties in one full motion.

Her lush dark bush was on full display. This time she looked at me to see my expression.

"Well Earl, what do you think?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I was rock hard inside my casual slacks. I'm sure she had noticed it by now.

I didn't say a word. There were no windows to the room and I made sure to lock it so we couldn't be interrupted. I tested my powers once more. I looked at her and hoped that she'd get completely undressed.

Within a few seconds she was standing bare naked in front of me. I wished for her to undress me and let me push my hard cock into her pussy.

Sure enough, she removed my pants and sat on the table and spread her legs for me.

I put my hands on her tits as my cock found its way into her tight hole. Tonya had a high pitched moan to signal her delight. I'd been waiting for so many years to finally score with a woman and to no surprise, I shot my load inside of her in less than two minutes. I tried to hold back but the wait had been so long.

This time, without any provocation on my part, Tonya wrapped her arms around me and kissed me.

"Thank you Earl. I didn't bring a gift so I hope this will do."

"Uh, yeah? I'd like to do it again sometime though. You are a very sexy woman."

"I'm not sure, Earl. I won't say no, but I won't promise you either. This was fun, though."

Well, that was the best I would get. We went back out and mingled with the rest of the crowd. By the time Dad took the microphone to make some announcements and start cutting the cakes, I couldn't see Tonya anywhere.

The rest of the night went as expected. I got a chance to see so many people that had been a big part of my life. There were family members and friends galore. Each had at least a small part of my success to this point. My career was just beginning.

I couldn't get Tonya out of my mind. I had always liked her but had never thought much about her sexually until that night. I had discovered some mental powers that had confused me as well.

I had Tonya meet me at home one day when we were both off and my parents were at work. She liked me but I wasn't sure if she really wanted to have sex again with me.

I had noticed subtle signs in the past two months that maybe I was able to get what I wanted by wishing. Dad had agreed to co-sign for a loan on my car. Dad wasn't going to say yes unless the dealer lowered the price another 1000 dollars.

I stared at the dealer wishing he'd lower it. He did. At the time I wasn't sure if it was because Dad was so good at negotiating or if the salesman somehow felt a degree of obligation to get a college graduate into his first new car. I hadn't thought much more about it until the incident with Tonya.

I had also been contacted by a scout for the Cincinnati Reds about a guy they had drafted named Stan Conklin. Yes, THAT Stan Conklin, the guy that had beaned me back in May.

They knew about the beaning. They were in negotiations with him. Stan had some leverage because if he didn't like the contract offer, he could go back to school for his senior year. They were talking to me to learn more about his character. How did he act after that beaning?

Stan had been a class act all the way. I knew what kind of money a 3rd round draft pick could get. I told them about how Stan stayed in contact with me during my recovery. He called me occasionally to see how I was doing. I looked into his eyes and wanted so badly to tell him to pay whatever it took to keep him. I never said as much, but I sure as hell was thinking it.

A couple of days later, I read that they had come to terms with Stan. I was elated. Again, was it the glowing report I and others had given or was it my new-found power of persuasion?

After my party, I began to think that the hit on the head had triggered something somewhat supernatural. I was going to try it on Tonya again.

Sure enough, with nothing more than the transmission of thoughts and wishes, Tonya was naked, removing my clothes, and having sex with me again. We barely made it to my bedroom.

This time we stayed in the bed, naked, and talking. Tonya again told me that she had no intention of going this far again but it just seemed like the right thing to do once she got there.

"No offense, Earl. You're a really nice guy and I must say I'm impressed with how thick your cock is. Still, I don't want to get serious with anyone. I don't see myself as the kind to settle down. I don't want kids. I enjoy being free."

"If we're together and we're both in the mood for a shag, then why not? Let's do it again. It you're looking for something more, then I will disappoint you."

"So, what you're saying is that we can be friends with benefits, but not long term lovers?"

Tonya bowed her head. "Yes, Earl. That's exactly right. I do hope to have you again though. It's been fun."

The next step was to try it on another girl. I knew the perfect one. Wanda Dollens. I'd never been close to her and she'd never seemed to care much for me but we had been acquaintances through grade school, high school, college, and now she worked as an administrative assistant for the same county I worked for.

What I needed to find out was how my powers of suggestion would work on someone that never seemed to even like me that much. On the job, there was a polite professionalism. Other than that, I never could get her to engage me into any kind of substantive conversation.

Wanda was the antithesis of Tonya. She was tall, large chested, blond haired, and spent a lot of time choosing wardrobe, accessories, and makeup. In other words, high maintenance.

I had an idea of how to at least have her stop long enough to engage in a short conversation.

"Wanda!" I yelled as she was walking towards the parking lot.

She turned around and saw that it was me. She didn't look too thrilled.

"What?" she said with an exasperated sound.

"I'm sorry, Wanda. I had a question for you and since you're the only person that I know that worked here before me, I thought you might be of help."

She eased off of her defensive posture a bit. "What is it Earl?"

"I'm going to have three health benefit plans to choose from next month. Everyone I work with is married so their needs are different. Being single, which did you choose?"

Now Wanda was more inclined to talk. I wasn't hitting on her. Although our relationship was never close and she had obviously no romantic interest in me, she was willing to share some knowledge with a co-worker; a fellow professional.

She explained the plan she chose and why she chose it. She conceded that down the road when she was married with kids that her needs would change. We went into details into why her current plan was more beneficial and that I'd be wise to do the same.

In some ways, this wasn't an act on my part. I did have to choose a plan fairly soon and what she shared was helpful.

Still, I didn't forget the real reason for the interruption.

As she made eye contact, I looked directly back at her and was hoping that she'd brush up her tits against my forearm like Tonya did.

Surprise! She took out a copy of her coverage from her purse and while doing so, her left breast, encased in a flimsy bra, brushed up against my bare forearm.

She took the policy out and opened to the page about deductibles and covered expenses.

"Do that again," I thought as I looked in her eyes. "This time I want that titty against my neck."

Again, as if a robot responding to a command, her covered left breast brushed up against my neck.

I decided to play it cool.

"I'm sorry Wanda. I pride myself in being a gentleman. I didn't mean to brush up against you like that. Please forgive me."

"Forgive what? You didn't brush against me, I brushed against you."

"You did? Why? I didn't think you even cared for me that much."

"I don't know. I just wanted to, I guess. I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable?"

"Hey, I'm a guy. Of course I enjoy it. It's just that I thought that I had done so accidentally and for that I truly was sorry. I'm not a predator."

"I guess you're not, are you? Well, I hope you enjoyed what I did."

"Oh yeah. At least let me be a gentleman and walk you to your car. I need to get home and catch up on some continuing education units I still have to complete for my job."

"Sure, I don't mind if you walk me to my car."

After she sat down in her seat, I looked at her and wished for her to take my right hand and let it feel up her tits.

Wanda looked up, grabbed my right hand, and placed it on her covered right breast.

Damn, these tits were big. I could feel a small hard nipple through the flimsy material of her bra. I made eye contact again and wished to put my hand inside her bra and play with both tits.

She took my hand and made sure it got underneath the lacing of her bra. I caressed her right breast for several seconds and then moved to the other breast. She looked at me as I smiled at her. Now I wanted to put my hand up her skirt and feel her pussy.

As I took my hand out of her bra, she lifted her skirt and placed my hand inside of her panties. I could see some blonde curls emerge from the front of her panties as I dug my hand deep to find her wetness. I couldn't believe this.

"Well, I must get home Wanda. I never knew that you'd act like this with me. I'm pleasantly surprised."

"So am I Earl. I'm not sure what came over me but I have to admit that I enjoyed it. Maybe you're an okay guy."

"Won't you come over to my place tomorrow? I'm still with my parents until I start making a few more dollars. It's a Friday night and there will be no hurry to get home early for work the next day."

"Bring your swimsuit, they have a nice pool."

I knew she'd say yes because I was looking at her and wishing it. I'm not sure that was necessary at that point because she had suddenly taken an interest in me for the first time in over 10 years.

I was excited for the next evening. What I didn't tell Wanda was that my parents were going on a cruise beginning the next day and wouldn't be home until Tuesday. I had supreme confidence in my mental powers by that time and I knew that Wanda wouldn't need her swimsuit at all when I was done.

Still, there was something about it that didn't seem right. Wanda had been nice to me but she had never even showed any interest in being a casual friend until I manipulated her mind.

I also didn't really like her that much, to be honest. She still came across to me as a conceited little bitch. I was probably just as shocked that she even dared to answer my questions about our health plans as I was when she began to place my hand on her breast.

I wasn't going to let my personal feelings get in the way. Wanda had a body to die for and I expected to see it in all its glory and have my way with it.

The only apprehension I had was that with a day to think about it, she might change her mind. Worse, she'd think about what she'd done, cancel the evening, and become more belligerent to me than ever before.

I was off on Fridays. I worked 10 hour shifts from Monday – Thursday so I didn't get an opportunity to stop by her desk and gauge her interest.

She was punctual. Right at 7:30 she rang the doorbell and was dressed in a pink tank top and very short and very tight blue jean pants. Back then we called them "Daisy Dukes" because of the Dukes of Hazzard character that always wore the same kind of shorts. She had worn her two piece bathing suit under her clothes.

I couldn't help but appreciate what a great body she had. I had felt her up in her car the previous day but this was the first time I had a chance to really enjoy her figure. She was always wearing business attire at work and even in the years I had known her, I had never seen her dress this provocatively.

Also, I wasn't concentrating yet on getting her undressed but while checking out her voluptuous figure, I wanted to see everything that her clothes were hiding.

She immediately began undressing; everything including the bikini bra and panties. She stood naked and unashamed before me.