What Just Happened, part 12
This is the 12
th
installment in an ongoing story, in which our hero, Ed, got really sick during the pandemic, then woke up to find two evangelical church ladies knocking on his door. Without understanding fully what was going on, he quickly learned they thought anything he told or asked of them of a sexual nature was perfectly normal. A few weeks have passed since Ed turned his boss' cookout into a wild orgy.
My life was going pretty well. I was getting all the ass I could possibly want and then some. Through experimentation I'd learned that anything I ask or even suggest of a sexual nature strikes whoever I say it to as just normal and natural. Hell, I'd learned that I could just walk up to a woman in front of her husband and start fingerbanging her and neither of them, or even the people standing around, thought anything strange was going on. And the only lasting effect was that after I fucked someone—or someone's significant other—they had a lingering sense of good will toward me. My boss was the best example of this phenomenon: I'd fucked his wife and daughter and got both to fuck him and they all thought I was great. He'd even given me a raise and I had a standing invitation to drop by his home any time I wanted.
In spite of all the pussy I was getting, though, I was a little lonely. Before I'd gotten my power, I'd been in a long-term relationship with a sexy little dark-haired beauty named Julie. We'd lived together and I thought we were going to get married, but when we both finished college, she'd gone to law school and I'd settled into a go-nowhere job as a tech writer. I liked my job well enough. It wasn't demanding and left me plenty of time to play video games and read, but Julie apparently wasn't happy about my lack of motivation. She didn't say a word, but the day after our fifth anniversary Julie announced she was taking her law degree and moving to a big city across the country to become a big-shot lawyer.
Losing her hurt, and it also drove home how I'd let her drive away all my friends. Once she was gone, other than family, I didn't have anyone to hang out with, which is how I found myself in a bookstore on a Friday night. I still knew people who lived in the area, but since I had basically ghosted them, I felt weird about just calling them up. But I was happy when I was looking through the latest sci-fi novels and heard a once-familiar voice called out, "ED!"
I turned and saw Pete coming my direction. We used to play Dungeons and Dragons together, but Julie said he was creepy so little by little he and I stopped hanging out. I guess she had a point, as he was kind of a pervert—and this is me saying that!—and he'd made comments about Julie, my sister Sandy, and even my mom at different times. But hell, he was right, they were all hot, so I hadn't cared.
I smiled as he walked up, glad for the vaccine that had finally tamed the virus, so we didn't have to wear masks all the time. Pete hadn't changed much—he was a few inches over six feet, looked generally unkempt and was chubby, wore thick coke bottle glasses, and smelled like fried food thanks to his job at a fast-food restaurant.
I said to him, "Hey man! Long time no see, what've you been up to?"
He waffled his hand and said, "Oh, this and that. Still gaming with the group, though we had to get a new rogue when you drifted away."
I grimaced. "Yeah, sorry about that, it's just..."
He clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Naw man, don't sweat it. You still living with that hot piece of ass Julie?"
I grimaced. "Naw, she moved to the big city to be a lawyer. What about you—dating anyone? Still working at Burger Hut?"
He laughed. "Not dating anyone, and yeah, just got off my shift. I'm assistant manager now."
I laughed. "Get out of here—you? Management? Hey—let's grab a cup of coffee and catch up."
We soon found ourselves talking like we'd never stopped hanging out. Pete was the same funny, weird, pervy dude he'd always been, and I found myself wondering why I'd ever let Julie drive me away from my friends. I couldn't decide whether to be madder at her or me for that, but whatever.
As I was thinking about that, Pete said, "Hey man, what about that hot ass sister of yours. I always loved her tits."
I laughed as an older woman in her fifties and a woman who looked like she was her daughter both scowled at Pete's foul talk. Catching their look, I said, "Hey ladies, speaking of tits, get your tits out so my friend and I can have a look."
Without a word they both started undoing their shirts as Pete rambled on. Ignoring the two women for the moment, I told Pete, "Yeah, Sandy still has big tits. Bigger than ever probably, as she's put on a little weight since she married this jock-turned-accountant named Steve. Not in a bad way though. She tit fucks me sometimes and the tit flesh feels good wrapped around my cock."
I'd had this power long enough I wasn't surprised when Pete said without surprise, "Really? Man, you're lucky to get your cock between those jugs."
By this point the two women sitting nearby were both topless. Neither were very attractive—they were too skinny, yet their tits were somehow flabby anyway. But it was the principle of the matter. They didn't like it when Pete talked about tits, so they should show theirs to us. I leaned over and took a nipple from each woman, one in each hand, clamping down pretty hard and twisting. The two women each got tears in their eyes, but neither complained. I said to them, "Go ahead and make out and get turned on. Play with each other's tits and pussies."
Then I turned back to Pete and said, "You know, you always did have a thing for Sandy didn't you? Are you busy right now?"
The two women were moaning and making smacking sounds as they made out at the table next to us. There were also wet sounds as the mom fingerbanged her daughter, but no one paid any attention thanks to my power.
Pete, ignoring the two women like everyone else, said, "Yeah, I always had a thing for Sandy dude. You know that. Big tits and big ass—what's not to love? And no I'm not busy."
I said, "Well, I happen to know she and her husband are at home right now, having some friends over at their house for a little party. Want to go fuck her?"
I couldn't help but chuckle. As many times as I used my power, when I asked something as out of left field as that I still expected something a bit different than Pete's laconic, "Sure, that'd be great," like I'd asked him if he wanted to go grab a burger or something.