Chapter 3: Magic Monday Part 2
5:35pm
Fred was in his pickup, a beat up but well-maintained '98 Dodge Dakota he received for his 16th birthday. His father, Daniel Markinson, taught him a properly maintained vehicle will last well beyond expectations. The same had worked for his father before cancer took him a couple years back. Dad would have been the first person he confided in, if not the only one.
He went over the current situation: Five hours ago, he ordered fellow student Lara Clark and his favorite teacher Professor Alexandra Muniz to both give him a blowjob, which they did with enthusiasm. They hadn't followed his orders to the letter, maybe because they were already in a heightened state of arousal. Hell, the pair had been ready to attend to each other's needs before he stopped them. Fred was sure Lara had never done anything remotely that daring. For that matter, neither had he. Alexandra might be another story.
Last night, Deborah Stallings had tried to make advances on him and during their flirtatious banter they had discovered Fred could tell her what to do; line crossed. However, Fred managed to salvage the situation by changing Deborah's recollection of events. Another line crossed but one that was necessary for a few reasons: mainly, his newfound ability to influence large swaths of people needed to be kept secret. The thought that the government knew he had this ability terrified him. That alone was reason enough to use it as sparingly as possible.
Fred suspected he picked this ability up during the clinical trials over the weekend. He'd gone in on Friday his normal self, had spent time with the test group over the weekend, gotten his blood drawn more than a few times by a woman and they weren't influenced. The first person he saw after he left the NireCue facility was Deb.
At some point, Fred was going to have to trust someone and right now he was leaning towards Deb. He was going to have to research ways to limit the effects of the odor he exuded. He decided to read up and thought they might be pheromones. He would be busy googling the shit out of this. He didn't know many people, but Deb did. He wanted to get her something before their date tonight and thought it would make a great gift. He grinned.
Fred felt better about things as he approached the police station. He parked and went inside.
7:45pm
Fred took his time as he entered the busy hall. He wore a collared, rust-colored polo short-sleeve shirt tucked into his favorite stonewashed jeans and a belt. He strolled through the lounge area, not surprised by the brisk activity. Students were everywhere in little clusters, their attention in laptops, books, cellphones, etc. Finals week was less than a week away. He reminded himself of the manilla folder he was holding while looking at his own cell. He was relieved Deb hadn't cancelled. Fred wondered how many people he could affect with his pheromones. He hadn't been able to dominate any classrooms, but he knew he could influence people if he hung out with them for a time. An area as large as the well-ventilated hall lounge would take quite awhile. Fred reasoned he would have to talk to someone at length in order to be able to give any orders. He thought maybe he should try to convince Deb to come down here or take her outside. They could go for a walk. She would like that; they could talk without having to worry about her becoming a raving, monosyllabic sex beast.
He lost track of time and realized it was 7:57, so he vaulted up the stairs to the fourth floor. Within minutes he was in the same spot as last night. He knocked on the door and heard her yell "Come in, Freddy!" With a deep breath he opened the door and went inside. The time on the clock said 7:59pm.
Fred saw Deb and nearly melted where he stood. She wore a purple, simple everyday colored workout dress that clung to every curve. She looked amazing as she stood there, sporting an enigmatic grin as she appraised him with her usual poker face.
"Say Deb," He began, "you look real nice tonight." Fred tried to play it cool.
She sauntered over, embracing him. He returned it as tenderly as he could. Deb was equal parts hard and soft in all the right places; she had the kind of body an aerobics instructor would envy.
"You smell really good, Freddy. Or should I say, 'Mr. Scorekeeper'?"
"Well, that's what we should talk about, right? Did you want me to take you to dinner?"
She shook her head. "I already ate and it's too late for that." She turned to the clock on her desk as if for emphasis. The pair were still hugging. Neither seemed to want to let go of the other. "We're staying in. In fact, you're staying here tonight." She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes.
"Unless you don't want to." Her lower lip curled outward sympathetically.
Fred stared back at Deb. "You had me at 'Come in'." He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up so their faces were inches apart. She situated her arms around his neck as she let out a devious cackle.
"Oh, Mr. Scorekeeper?" She asked coyly.
"Yes dear?"
"At this all-inclusive resort, clothing is optional."
Erection achieved. Fred leaned in and kissed Deb. Softly at first, tenderly. Fred held Deb against him by the waist, his hands on the small of her back. Her legs encircled him with the grace of a gymnast, feet locking at the top of his butt as Deb kissed Fred with a need born of pent-up desire.
It was that desire he matched, then surpassed. Tongues danced and darted, exploring the wet landscape, lips massaging each other in a deep kiss. Fred sought purchase on Deb's ass as he pinched and kneaded the taut flesh. She broke the kiss, half-lidded eyes looking deeply into his. She leaned forward, nibbling his ear. "Breach of etiquette, Freddy. You're wearing too many clothes."
Fred carried Deb over to the same desk they'd flirted on last night. He set her down as gently as possible as he nibbled her neck. She tittered, nudging him back with her strong leg. Fred slowly undid his belt, taking his time; he felt clumsy, but Deb looked entertained. clumsy, mainly because he was trying not to be. There was also the distraction of the devastatingly gorgeous creature eyeing him hungrily. He left his underwear for last, shimmying it down his legs, then kicking it at Deb. It missed spectacularly, landing on top of her small fridge. She stifled a giggle, her eyes momentarily filled with mirth over the silly act, until she appraised his manhood. He was railroad spike hard. Her right eyebrow arched in appreciation, and his cock pulsed in response. She tore her gaze away from his erection to look him in the eye.
"I think you want to see my chest tattoo, Freddy," Deb's voice was husky and filled with need.
He nodded. "Yes, I do." He was not going to come over until she told him to. She was in charge.
A tremulous smile appeared on her lips.
"Freddy," She asked, her voice a heated whisper, "you should come over here and take off my clothes."
He needed no other invitation as he moved over to Deb. They were close, lips almost touching. Her eyes were locked on his as he advanced up her bare thigh, under the dress, and over a pair of soft, cotton panties. Deb sensuously rotated her hips, allowing Fred to slide her panties off. Still maintaining eye contact, he dragged the panties down her legs slowly, caressing skin and muscle as he went, eliciting plaintive sounds of passion from her. Her calves were baby smooth and incredibly toned. When he finally slid them off her feet, he could feel how soaked her panties were. Without knowing why, he wrapped the thin wet fabric around his cock, letting her juices mingle with his own throbbing hardon. Fred had one hand on her leg while the other slowly jacked himself off with her soaked undies.
Deb broke at the sight. One hand went to her pussy, the other cupped a breast through her dress as she watched Fred pleasure himself with her panties. Deb watched as Fred moved his hand from her muscled thigh to her breast. She reveled in the feeling of his strong hand caressing, pinching, twisting; she put her hand over his. Still pinching a nipple, Fred leaned in, taking her mouth with his own. Deb readily accepted, moaning into his mouth as she kissed him wetly. Her fingers strummed her womanhood as she grabbed the back of Fred's neck. His hand moved from her neck to grabbing her hair. She took his scent in deeply, and as they kissed, she came, moaning into his mouth, her hips gyrating erotically. Fred released, filling Deb's panties with his seed. After a time, their lips separated, a line of spit cradling between their two mouths, only breaking when Fred moved to take off Deb's dress.
"I wouldn't want to ruin your dress." His octave was ridiculously low. He watched Deb tremble with orgasmic aftershocks and realized he was shaking with lust as well. She moved her arms up over her head and arched her back, giving Fred access as he pulled her dress over her head. Her flowing blond hair spilled out and as her breasts revealed themselves for the first time, Fred's cock lurched.
"Thank you, Freddy." She watched him watch her. Her hand went to her mouth and wiped their mixed saliva off her chin.
Deb's supple breasts swayed hypnotically; her dime-sized nipples on half-dollar sized areola distended with excitement. Adding to the eroticism was her chest tattoo, a collection of roses that extended under each breast, meeting at her sternum to form a rose. To Fred, Deb was the most beautiful woman he'd seen.
"Deb, if it's alright with you, could I eat your pussy?" Fred made sure to ask, not command.
"Oh Freddy," Deb shuddered, eyes glistening with emotion. Fred's hands roamed her perfect legs; she took his face in both of her hands.
"Let me show you the answer," She spoke with heat, guiding him between her parted legs. Fred desperately wanted to please, and took the time to gain the full measure of Deb's lady garden. He tried to memorize everything about it. The enticing shape of her vulva; moist lips, shining in the darkness. The fragrance of lilacs and musk. The sound of her cooing. The trimmed tufts of pubic hair. Fred proceeded to feast on the folds of her womanhood, tonguing, kissing, and licking. Coating her insides with his saliva, high pitched sounds of pleasure his prize. He dragged his tongue from her anus to the top of her honeypot.
"Oooooooooh, use your tongue on it. Take my pussy. Take it!" She moaned as she wrapped her thighs around his head. Her arms gripped the desk for support.