Author's note: This chapter is extremely light on the erotica, as I am setting up the finale. There is a lot of character development here, that has to be in place, before I end this series. I could have had more sex it in, but it would have been forced, and I felt it would have been untrue to the characters and plot that I have created. I hope those that have read this far, understand.
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It took me nearly an hour to convince mom that she hadn't see an alien ship abducting Summer, and thankfully my sister was there to back up my story. Summer and I agreed that she needed to leave our mother's home, though, just so that a repeat occurrence wasn't likely. Her first thought had been to come up and stay with me. When I pointed out that we weren't likely to be able to keep our hands off of each other, and people would notice, and that Lela and/or Harana could pick us up easily enough wherever we were, she decided to fly back home. That also allowed her to start getting her affairs in order, just in case the demons killed us.
We didn't fool ourselves, as we knew that the odds were against us. They had an entire fleet designed for battle, and we had a few ships that weren't intended for combat. What chance did we have against that? My switches? Even having physical contact with my sister, I wasn't certain that I would be able to affect that many at once. Everything just seemed too daunting.
The start of the new semester was today, and I personally considered it a bad idea to go. I needed to concentrate on coming up with a strategy for defeating the demons. This time it was Summer that did the convincing, stating that I that needed to act normal, and like nothing was going on. "Besides," she informed me cheerfully over the phone, "once we stop the demons, it's not like school is just going to go away. You will still need your degree... That is unless you've changed you mind about manipulating people with your switches..."
And so I found myself walking in the cold air, through campus, on my way to my first class. I decided to walk, so that I would have more time to think. It just wasn't fair, looking around at everybody else enjoying themselves, as they returned from Winter break, and chatting with their friends as if the world wasn't going to end in a few days.
Well, I guess I had Gina, or even the twins to talk to if I needed to, but I didn't feel right dumping this on them.
I was so absorbed in my own thoughts, and concerns, that I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and ran right into someone shortly after arriving on campus.
"I'm so sorry," I apologized, giving the woman my hand, after I picked myself up off the snow-packed ground.
"Quite alright, Mr. Xavier," the woman said in a voice I almost recognized. She looked slightly familiar, but I couldn't place her. She was an older woman, with long red hair, skinny, and rather attractive. She was wearing a white smock, and so at first I thought she might be part of the nursing program. The only problem with that theory was that I didn't know anyone from that department, and I was certain I had met this woman before. Something told me to check for my switches, and I was a bit surprised to find some in her: 'metabolism', 'skin elasticity', 'red hair', and 'slow aging'.
Who had I given those switches to? I had to think hard, before the answer finally came to me. "Mrs. Polkins?" I asked in shock.
"Have I changed that much?" she asked me with a smile, while she brushed her smock off. "I've been feeling so young again lately, and my hair color actually came back. Well, not really my hair color, but it is still better than grey. Not sure why it turned red. Not even the doctors could explain it, but I've been feeling so ALIVE!"
I could tell that she was indeed feeling well, by the sparkle in her eyes, and the speed with which she talked. I couldn't help but smile, thankful that my switches had helped at least someone out for the better.
Mrs. Polkins was looking at something red on her smock, and then examining her own hands. Suddenly she grabbed my hand, exclaiming, "You cut yourself. Come with me, young man. Let's get this cleaned out."
I tried to protest, it only looked like a minor cut and the nanites would take care of it soon anyway, but she was surprisingly strong, and refused to listen to me. She chatted the whole way to her office. "Ever since just before Winter break, I've had more energy, and the pounds just started to slip away. I haven't felt this good in years. If only Mr. Polkins hadn't passed away some time ago..." She glanced at me surreptitiously, before continuing, "But you probably don't want to hear about how lonely it is for an old lady. Anyway, I went to see Doctor Peterson, but he said nothing was wrong with me. In fact, he said that my body was acting like it was almost twenty years younger. Oh, here we are. After you, Mr. Xavier."
I stepped into the energetic nurse's office, and sat down where she indicated. She grabbed some alcohol and gauze, before returning back to me, grabbing a stool, and setting it between my legs. She cleaned the cut on my hand; or rather, the blood from my palm. The nanites had already closed the cut for me. Mrs. Polkins looked astonished at my appendage for a few seconds, flipping it over, and then rubbed her thumb across where the blood had been.
"Huh, what do you know," she said in wonder. "The blood had to have come from somewhere..." She continued to rub my hand, and despite my worries and concerns over the last couple days, her light caresses of my hand were starting to turn me on. When her light caresses turned into a hand massage, I finally looked back to her face, and saw her staring intently into my eyes. "It has been so long since my husband died," she told me. "I get so lonely, sometimes..." She grabbed my other hand, and started to rub it, and I knew instinctively what she was going for. I was curious to see how far she would take it, without any action on my own. Even though she was sitting between my legs, rubbing my hands, her eyes never left mine, and I couldn't deny that she looked years younger than she had before Christmas break. It looked like she wanted something from me, so I gave her a slight nod. It seemed to be enough. "I know how stressful it can get for you students. Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Why don't you take off your shoes, and lay back on the table?"
I did as she requested, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table, and laying back. She took my left foot in her hands, and dug her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It felt really good to get a foot rub, and I was soon relaxing to the older woman's touch.
"Just relax, and let me take care of you," she crooned softly. She took my right foot next, and started to give it the same treatment that the left had received. "You know, Mr. Polkins and I used to be swingers." I was so relaxed at this point, that I just took the news in stride. I knew where this was going to lead, and thought that it might be a good release for me. "You wouldn't believe some of the parties we used to throw." She was working on my calves now, and seemed to be speeding up. "Sometimes I would have five or six men in me a night and even played with the ladies. Pussy, lips, ass, I didn't care, but you know what I liked the most?" I shook my head as she started to rub my thighs. "Swallowing their cum." As she said this, she unzipped my pants, and pulled out my mostly hard cock. She looked at it for only a second, before groaning, and shoving her mouth as far down it as she could.
I moaned as I felt my head hit the back of her throat, and then louder, when it went in even deeper. No one has ever been able to truly deep-throat me, as my girth was too large to fit down their esophagus, but somehow this talented older woman was taking me deeper and deeper down her gullet.
Her skill was flawless. She would take me as deep as she could for a few seconds, pull up for air while her hand worked quickly on my fully erect member, then drop back down to take me into her throat again. Every time she pulled up, spittle would connect her lips to my cock, and it was turning me on, like no other blowjob ever has before. It took her a few bobs before her lips hit my pelvis, and a few seconds later, I lost control, and started shooting my spunk directly into her stomach. She continued to gag herself while I unloaded, and when I finally collapsed back, she pulled her lips off of my quickly shrinking cock.
"Mmm, thank you," she told me, making sure none of my semen had escaped her mouth. Her talent was such, that none did. "I think you are sufficiently relaxed, now."
"Thank you!" I shot back, feeling much better. Then I realized I hadn't done anything for her. "Do you want me to...?" I asked, pointing to her.
"Oh, no thank you. I actually got off myself, so I'm good. But come back if you ever need to relax." I promised her that I would, and left her office feeling better than I had in days. I was still worried about the demons, but somehow I thought everything would work out in the end.
I had only one class with Professor Frankens, but it was right after lunch, and I had another class immediately after that. The professor smiled at me, but otherwise treated me just as she did the other students. I wondered if she was hoping for a repeat performance, but other than a couple of sly smiles, she didn't act any different than normal, so I didn't try anything. Unfortunately (or maybe it was fortunate considering the few smiles the professor gave me), neither Gina nor Shanna was in this class.
Gina had come by to see me the day after I'd gotten back from finding out the demons were almost here, but nothing she had been able to do, could cheer me up. How odd it seemed now, that one blowjob completely out of the blue, could turn my mood around. Gina had left saddened, and disappointed. I felt bad for her, but I couldn't tell her the real reason I had been so depressed.
I started to feel down again, just thinking about it, and was about to give her a call, when Julia called for my attention.
"What's up, Julia?" I asked, wondering what she wanted. Shanna was nowhere in sight, and I could sense her switch on the other side of campus. I marveled at how I could feel my switches from even further away now.
"I was hoping to talk to you, if I could?" she told me innocently; too innocently, if you asked me. I remembered what Shanna had said about this woman stealing her past boyfriends, and was wary. Julia was cute, and I knew she had a fantastic body, but I had no intention of hurting Shanna. I knew I could use my switches on her to have her, and make her forget, or even make Shanna okay with it, but I was still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating people with my ability. Shanna had been the first woman to truly like me for me, without me having to use my switches on her. The fact that she was a geek like myself, was just icing to the cake.
I knew I still needed to practice with my ability, though, so I used it on inanimate objects, more often than not. I was getting good at making them quickly and easily, but wasn't sure how much my practicing was going to help.
Julia cleared her throat, and I realized I hadn't answered her. "Sure, what do you need?" I tried to keep my voice level, and not sound suspicious of her. It wouldn't do to upset Shanna's and Julia's newfound friendship if I was wrong about her.
"Can we talk somewhere a little more private? I don't want to discuss it out here where anybody else might hear." I raised my eyebrow at this suggestion, alarm bells going off in my head. "It's about what happened the other night at Shanna's, and I don't want people to think I'm a slut." Well, that did sound legitimate enough.
"Sure," I told her, looking around. I saw a corner we could stand in, which would allow us to see if anyone came close enough to hear, while still being public enough that I was fairly sure she wouldn't try anything. A small part of me was thankful for Mrs. Polkins's blowjob; I was sure to think with the proper head right then.
When we got to the corner, I saw her grimace slightly, but she looked around, before saying quietly, "I think I know a way that I can convince Shanna to allow us to be together and no longer be off limits." I raised my eyebrow again, and she hurried on. "I'm not trying to steal you from her, I promise. It's just that sometimes it's nice to have a dick in you, and while I really enjoy what Shanna can do for me, I want more. Who better than you?"
