Disclaimer: All characters engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older
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I was like a kid on Christmas. This new ability was fucking
awesome
. I couldn't stop playing with it as the day wound on. I hadn't a single thought for verb conjugation, integrals, or moments of inertia. Instead, I focused on teasing the goth chick's nipples, fondling the cheerleader's thighs, and caressing the sexy, bronzed shoulders of my Spanish teacher. Every time I heard a discreet moan or gasp, or saw a pair of eyes closed in pleasure, I got a huge thrill.
After playing around through most of first period, I decided to knuckle down and approach this with something that might resemble scientific rigor.
First, I worked on mechanics, probing the boundaries of what I could do. What was the range? How intense could I make it? Who and what could I affect with it? How was it triggered, exactly? Could I do it without a direct line of sight? Did it affect guys (sue me -- I had to know)?
I realized that my method was flawed since I only had visual feedback on how well it was working, but suffice to say that it worked on any part of anyone (yes, even guys) at a range of at least the length of a classroom. The only limit to what I could affect seemed to be whether I could envision the body part as sexually stimulating, and it did appear to be limited to what I could see. For example, calves, breasts, and hips, yes; feet, no (nothing against the foot fetish -- it just wasn't my thing). I had to envision playing with myself to get the guy I tried it on revved up, but it did work.
Eventually, I started to devise small challenges for myself. Could I make a girl's nipples stand out enough to show through her shirt? Could I make them moan or gasp loudly enough to draw attention to themselves? Could I make them touch themselves, even a little bit?
It started coming easier to me with all the practice. In English class, I was able to make Ann Walker intentionally drop her pencil so she could bend over and circumspectly rub herself with her forearm as she reached for it. Her eyes squeezed shut as she savored the pressure on her needy vulva.
A plain-faced girl whose name I couldn't remember actually humped the
air
as I imagined tonguing her plump labia. Lifted her ass right off her chair and everything... The pronounced cameltoe showing through her skin-tight capris helped me paint a vivid picture.
A problem I should have counted on, but didn't, was that all this stimulation was affecting
me
as well. It appeared that the boys in the cum factories I called testicles were doing triple shifts trying to keep up with all the pussy my animal brain thought we were going to have to prime. I also had to slouch under my desk most of the day to hide my uncontrollably erect cock.
Between classes, I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. It only took me a single period to figure out I needed to pack as much toilet tissue as I could hide to avoid an embarrassing wet patch. After 3
rd
period, I started mixing in a quick jerk off as well in an effort to clean the pipes. As expected, it didn't fix my chronic horniness, but at least it made the rod in my drawers more manageable.
All of this sounds rather disgusting, but the truth is that this was the reality of my life now. I hoped that, like puberty the first time around, this would get more manageable with time as I adjusted to my new hormonal state (or whatever was happening), but I was in uncharted territory here, so it was nothing more than hope.
As the end of the day neared, I still hadn't come up with a solid plan to get myself laid. Too many distractions. What I
did
know was that there would be quite a few locked bedroom doors shortly after 2:30 this afternoon judging from how many flustered female seniors would be leaving Fairfield High today.
Just before the bell rang, I got a text from my Mom.
'Adam, pls pick up a taco kit and ground beef on the way home. Love you
'
Damn, I forgot we were having dinner as a family tonight. My parents usually worked late, so I often ate alone, but once or twice a week they would make the effort to be home to have dinner as a family.
Although... Come to think of it, everybody always said the grocery store was a great place to meet women. Hmm, maybe this would play into my plans nicely.
'
OK
'
I was a little surprised not to have seen Sandy today, as I expected her to keep dogging me as she did in the parking lot this morning, but I wasn't complaining. I wanted to lay low for now until I got all this stuff figured out.
Driving over to the grocery store, I started to get butterflies in my stomach thinking about just how I was going to pull this off. I was never the type of guy that could pick women up in a chance encounter. I'd been intimate with exactly one girl in my lifetime, and dated a handful more than that.
As a hopeless romantic, I was pretty crushed when it became clear that Bethany -- the one and only girl I'd gone all the way with -- didn't want to date me, or even return my calls. In hindsight, it was obvious that she just wanted to have a bit of fun, but it still stung for a few weeks. My brain had just linked sex and commitment innately, but since then I've loosened up a bit. I've grown somewhat and started filling out, so I was pretty sure I had had a couple of other opportunities if I had chosen to act on them, but none of them felt right.
Thinking about my dating life was just depressing, so I switched gears to sex, once again trying to picture how I could pick up some trim.
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The swish of the automatic sliding doors announced my arrival at the grocery store. I was pleased to see it wasn't busy. It might have been awkward trying to do my thing with runaway kids plowing into aisle endcaps and dads on cellphones asking which type of bread they were supposed to buy.
I grabbed one of the small hand carts and started strolling around the store. Five minutes later I hadn't found any targets worth pursuing. It appeared that the types to do food shopping this early in the afternoon were mostly older stay-at-home moms and the elderly.
I did spy a pretty smoking soccer mom type with a nice round set of tits and gorgeous stems poured into a pair of pink leggings, but she had two young kids with her. I needed to get laid badly, but not badly enough that I was going to leave two little kids alone in the store while I drilled their mom.
Frustrated, I gave up, figuring I could swing by the mall after this to see what the buffet of flesh over there had to offer.
As I was making my way toward the exit, I remembered I was there for more than just tail. Gotta pick up dinner too. I grabbed the items Mom asked for and made my way to the checkout. I usually prefer those self-checkout deals where you can scan and pay without having to deal with a slow, chatty cashier, but as I passed checkout lane #4, I spotted a cutie working the register. Even better, she was by herself without a bag boy and had no customers.
Setting my items on the conveyer belt, I took a moment to check her out. She was cute as a pixie, with curly, soft brown hair, and large blue eyes. Her height was diminutive -- she had to be a full head shorter than me -- but she was rocking some nice lean curves. Small, perky breasts sat high on her slender chest. Her itty-bitty waist trailed into a dead sexy pair of hips. Put a set of C-cup tits on her and she would have '
the ratio
' absolutely nailed. Her tight little package had the boys downstairs going full tilt again. She looked young -- maybe a few years out of high school. Probably a local college student. A small nametag read, "Christine".
Yep, she'd do nicely.
"Hey, howsit goin' today?" she chirped, making solid eye contact before giving me a once over.
