The mood seemed right. Jacob leaned in and kissed her gently at first, feeling her smooth lips on his own. Her hand trailed down his face and traced the line of his jaw as his face stuck planted to hers. They both opened their eyes afterwards and looked at each other for a brief second before going in for more. It wasn't long until they were fully making out, swapping saliva and twisting their tongues together.
Jacob ran his hands down the sides of her body, feeling the curves of her breasts and following her torso down to her hips. At the tingling feeling elicited by his fingers on her sensitive skin she began to huff out little moans of pleasure that spurred him on and roused excitation within him. She wanted to be closer still, to be part of him, to be one with him. She'd never come to trust someone so deeply so quickly, and while the sudden feelings that were developing within her were thrilling and empowering, she couldn't help but fear the weakness and vulnerability that they instilled at the same time.
Without warning, she began to melt around his face and droop across his body. The ooze that now covered him seemed to be pulsing, throbbing, in a manner like a moving snail. Wave after wave of peristaltic motion ran across him as if she was trying to soothe him, but the sensations soon changed.
Jacob felt the pressure of the goo girl's slimy shell around him tighten around his cock in blasts of rhythmic force as it rose up to press against her. Each powerful drilling vibration through him was followed by a second of nothing to allow him to feel his nerves tingle and ignite like flash paper.
Within the mound of her body she could feel his responding with thankful twitches and shudders. His moans were cut off by her flesh but she could feel the vibrations coming from his throat. The sensations closing around his body were entirely new -- he'd had blowjobs before and been ridden, that was the closest two things he could compare this to -- but this was different on an entirely other level. From what he could see there wasn't even a girl there, but a glossy, semi-transparent pile of goo around him.
She wanted to try something else with him, something that she hadn't really done before yet either. It took no thought, rather it just came to her in the moment. With no air between them she started to compress the portion of her body around his dick and pull away from it to create a deep suction the likes of which no human girl could ever provide. As she pulled deeper and deeper his head sank back further and his hands began trying to grasp against the sheets in wild clawing motions. His moans grew more fierce at the insane sensations rippling through him and his hips started to turn and thrust of their own volition in time with her sucks.
She could feel precum dribbling from his engulfed cock lubricating her actions and taste the salty bitterness through her dermis. He was already getting close so soon, maybe this was too good. She decided to cool it down a bit and reconstitute her body into something else entirely.
The mass of flesh that lay around him sucked itself up into a tall funnel above his dick, the base of which rested on the bed. She was going to try something else with him, having fun exploring all the things she could make her body do. She began to use as much force as she could to shift her body within the funnel down across his cock and as her pearly flesh flowed with force across it for the first time he took a sharp, deep breath. It was so intense that it bordered on painful, but he wanted it to never stop. The feeling was debilitating, robbing from him his ability to control his body and move. Even his breaths had been taken, instead gasping out whatever air it could command between her motions as the liquids shifted around him.
She changed it up again, not yet satisfied until he was. Going from long, heavy pulsing slams down onto him she moved into a constant flowing circulation around his glans, first from above, shifting and circulating her innards with convection to make a ceaseless sensation of pleasure that he simply couldn't handle. His body jerked around violently on its own as if he was having a seizure and his moans grew guttural rasps that bubbled with uncontrolled spit bubbling from inside his throat.
She went in for the kill, changing that fluid motion vertically to a horizontal ring around the ridge of his glans. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his back arched up completely, pressing against the shifting fluids inside her. He could take no more and let out a tight crackling wheeze as his cock pulsed and throbbed, shooting heavy blasts of cum inside the goo girl. Finally happy, she shifted her form back to her usual and sat upright on the bed, watching as he trembled and jerked around before her as though he'd just been hit with lightning.
"So, how was that?" She smirked from above him, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to give her an answer. For a brief second she was worried that she might have broken him as he quavered, his face flinching and twitching aggressively. It took him a good five minutes to finally recover, but even then he could barely find words heavy enough to impress upon her just how crazy that was.
He had to get some water after it was all done, and made himself some instant noodles to recover a little energy. He wouldn't shut up about how good it was, how incredible all of that felt, but she didn't mind. She felt accomplished, satisfied with the knowledge that she was the one to have done that to him. His life was changed forever, and he'd never be able to go back to a regular girl after experiencing that.
Once he was finally ready to move again the decided to take that walk around the campus after all. He hadn't given her a proper tour, but she'd gotten an idea of where things vaguely were from following him around. They started from the dorm and worked their way around through the hallways and corridors as he pointed out classrooms and labs, sneaking into one to show her how some of the cooler equipment worked. He pointed out an old oscilloscope and explained that the earliest video game was programmed for one of those, he showed her a Van de Graaff generator and toyed around with magnets for a little bit, explaining degaussing on old CRT monitors and getting giddy over the possibility to explain his passions to somebody who was actually willing to listen.
They continued on into the green grounds, walking past the domed rotunda and admiring its columns while a few students tossed a ball around. On they went to a little cafeteria on campus with giggling girls sipping away at glasses of fresh lemonade and milkshakes, dining on crusty sandwiches laden with meat and cheese. It was a wonderful day for everyone to be out, and he was glad they'd made it out too.
They were passing one of the parking lots hand in hand when the thunderous roar of an engine approached at speed. It was a shiny maroon F-350, the kind of pickup truck that wouldn't fit into a parking space properly and was only ever bought by people who didn't actually need a vehicle that large. It was a vehicle that was so large it attempted to compensate for other things that might be a little too small.
It sped past them, narrowly avoiding Aiyana and Jacob but managing to coat them in a fine layer of dust form the carpark. Jacob spluttered as it screeched around into a parking spot, looking on with anger as two young men lazily stepped out in baseball caps turned the wrong way around and lettered jackets. He knew instantly who the driver was; Craig Schafer, one of the attackers on the basketball team. His blonde hair had been shaved down into a perfect fade and he'd taken a line out of one eyebrow for a confusing fashion statement. From one ear hung a crystal stud, and a douchey beard that was far too well trimmed clung to his face like sandpaper.
He gave them an upward nod, apparently seeing nothing wrong with his conduct as he pulled a basketball from the pristine back of the pickup. All that room, all that torque and horsepower, and this was what he was hauling. There was no evidence of dirt or scratches of things being loaded and unloaded, so Jacob knew full well that he was just driving it for show.
Jacob didn't want to cause any trouble. He was just going to let it go and try to enjoy the rest of his day with Aiyana. She had other ideas. "Remember you said I should do some good with my abilities?" She whispered to him, staring at the douchebags. He dropped her a puzzling glance. "Yeah?"
"I think I found my opportunity." She gripped his hand tight and pulled him along, following Craig and his friend down to the basketball courts. She'd begun a skirmish, practicing against each other and taking it in turns to swap the defending and attacking role. They both watched for a moment, Jacob breaking down the forces and angles involved as the ball bounced around and rolled through the hoop.
"You're going to beat them. Both of them... at the same time." Aiyana told him with a glitter in her eyes.
"What, how the hell am I supposed to beat them?" He knew she was up to something. Her lips curled into a sneering grin and her head began to turn a yellow brown, swelling up into a perfect sphere. It sank down onto the rest of her body and soaked it up until there was nothing left but an ordinary looking basketball. "Like this." Said the basketball. He leant down and picked her up, carrying her under one arm. "Just go in there and be real douche, make them look like little girls in comparison."
He had never tried to flaunt dominance over other people before, especially not on purpose like this. His legs trembled and his fingers flickered as his body filled itself with adrenaline at the anticipation and fear of what was to come. "What do I say?" he hissed at Aiyana.
