I collapsed onto the bed, my head falling into the untidy heap of pillows and blankets. Sucking in air as I struggled to get my racing heart under control. Besides me, Cindy was doing the same. Her breaths coming out in hard pants. It made her ample breasts heave up down in the most enticing way. I looked away, trying to get a hold of myself. I shifted my gaze back to the bed, but all that accomplished was getting a view of the curves of Cindy's legs were her dress had ridden up.
Closing my eyes, I focused on getting myself under control. I was pretty sure Cindy was doing the same. Our minds a confusing mess of astonishment to what should not be possible. The only coherent thought I could make as was, 'Wow! That sure wasn't how I expected it to go.'
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Cindy had been naturally skeptical of my story. I mean, who wouldn't be? I was basically asking her to believe, with not much proof beyond my iPhone, I was from a parallel time line. However, my father was from this world. And he was caught up in some type of inter-dimensional conflict. Which, apparently, was why I was here. I explained all this to Cindy, starting with how I woke up on the floor of this dorm room. Then meeting Abby and how we quickly realized something very odd was going on. I did not go into a huge amount of detail about our sexual exploits, which did consume most of yesterday. Cindy already knew what was going on and I felt she did not need a play-by-play. Nor did I try to explain Abby's worries about becoming permanently in heat. I had rounded out my summary by showing her the email from my dad on my iPhone and my search in the library.
I had hoped Abby would return while I explained all this to Cindy. The doubtful expression on the blonde's face had only grown more dominant as I ran through my explanation. Abby would have been very helpful it backing my claims up. But my redhead had remained absent and this only added to my worries. She should have been returned from her chem lab.
As I had drawn my account of the last two days to a close, Cindy had then crossed her arms and stared at me silently. Outright incredulity caused her head to shake slowly back and forth. "That has got to be the stupidest thing anyone has ever tried to tell me."
I had slumped back against my makeshift backrest made of pillows. At the time I still felt like reheated dogshit. "Look," I had said with a heavy sigh, "I know it sounds crazy. Hell, it is crazy. But it's also the truth."
Cindy had replied with a sarcastic chuckle. "I'm sure all insane people believe what they say."
"So crazy people just happen to have advanced computer technology that fits in their pocket," I had challenged as I then waved my cell phone in front Cindy.
We had continued to argue back and forth, with Cindy stubbornly not budging. She really had a talent for getting me irritated. Thinking my iPhone was some type of top secret technology she had accused me of stealing it from the military. I countered that military technology does not usually play video games. Finally she had thrown her hands up in the air in exaggerated exasperation. It seemed we both frustrated each other. "How did you ever convince Abby of this nonsense? I mean she can be a little naïve, but even she wouldn't fall for this."
In hindsight, I should have just stopped trying to convince Cindy. Instead, focus on finding Abby and try making my case later. But Cindy's stubbornness had gotten me angry and I was determined to convince her. In my building irritation, I went and blurted out, "When we were together. Abby said I felt different from other men. Made her feel all 'quivery.'"
Cindy's eyes had narrowed in agitated suspicion. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? What did you do to her?"
I had remembered what Cindy had told me when we first met. How she had 'tasted' me. The supposed handshake of exchanging pheromones. I guess the whole process of tasting made a sort of twisted logic when you considered how closely the sense of smell and taste were to each other. I reminded Cindy how she had said I tasted different. Surprisingly, my comment had caused her to blush and then stammer out how she did not know what I was talking about.
"Besides even if you actually do produce some 'super' pheromone shouldn't I react to it?" she had said, trying to prove her point.
"Like I said," I explained with rapidly fading patience, "as far as I can tell my supposed magic only works on women in heat."
"Well, even if your flavor was odd, it doesn't prove your insane story," she had shot back without thinking.
I seized on her apparent admission. "So you admit something is different about me!"
Her face had flushed, tinting in what I had thought was anger. "You do not!" she yelled back.
Believing I had caught Cindy in her own lie, I pushed off from my resting place on the bed. Closing the distance to her, I was eager to prove I was right. At that point, I should have known something was up. Without realizing it, my earlier feelings of nausea had faded away. Enthusiastically I challenged her to repeat her tasting. I wanted to prove I was right. She had let out a little gasp of surprise with my sudden bold move. Then with my lips only inches from hers, she kissed me.
At first, our kiss was merely a repeat of yesterday. Just a simple tasting, at least what I had assumed was normal. But as our lips pressed together it progressed into something...more. Soon it had deepened and I found myself running the tip of my tongue across Cindy's mouth. Her whole body had shivered from my caress and I felt her hands clutch onto me. Her tongue darted in. It was lightning quick, almost as if she was daring herself. But it was not long before we both were Frenching for all we were worth. I could not seem to help myself. A surging fierceness had taken hold of me and I pulled the blonde onto my lap.
Then we were no longer just kissing. We had started pulling and tugging at each other's clothes, both of us caught up in the growing frenzy. Cindy's hands went under my shirt and in one swift motion upward she pulled it free. Her nails raked across my skin while I had a hand snaking up under her skirt. The smooth, soft skin of her legs under my palm.
Cindy's body was all curves and her shorter size had allowed her to fit tidily onto my lap. She lithely curled against me, her bosom pressing into my chest. My hand had then come to rest on the sheer silk of her underwear. I tried to send my hand down lower, to stroke the area around her pussy, but Cindy's position on my lap made it difficult. I settled for tracing along her upper thighs and even this had brought a soft moan from Cindy.
She had then managed to pull her tongue out of my throat long enough to gasp out, "W-What are y-you doing to me?"
By then, I was lost. My mind a blur of lust and surging libido. I felt great, my earlier illness nothing but a distant memory. Cindy was on my lap, squirming in the most delightfully against my body. She was pressing her twin mounds into my bare chest. Even through the fabric I had felt the stiffness of her nipples. Heart pounding and my hard on pressing painfully in my jeans I leaned into her. With my lips just above her ear I had whispered, "This" and I pulled her sweater up and over her head.
Her black bra seemed to just barely contain the swell of her breasts. I didn't bother trying to unhook the undergarment, I had pulled on the dark lacy material until I freed one of her tits. Cindy was defiantly in the Double D range for breast sizes. A large, dark areola with a thick nipple at its center had hovered just inches away from my face. At the time, I did the most logical thing I could think of and opened my mouth and began to suck away.
"Ohhhh," Cindy had moaned as I worked my tongue around her rapidly stiffening nipple.
She sucked in air through her teeth and then hissed it out. No longer squirming about in my lap, she had pulled me tight against her body as I sucked and licked. It made for easier access with my hand up her skirt. I pressed my fingers against the thin fabric of her panties and felt the beginnings of a warming dampness.
"Y-Your m-making me wet," Cindy had shuddered out between gasps. Her breath had become increasingly unsteady, panting and moaning. "I... I s-shouldn't be...N-Not for a-another week..."
So it seemed I could affect any woman on this parallel Earth after all. Whether they were in heat or not. Luck me! I wasn't sure why I hadn't caused her to react before. But I was quickly getting past the point of caring. And so was Cindy.
"Mmmmffffttt..." she had gasped out as I edged one finger under her rapidly dampening underwear. With my fingers pressed against her moist folds, Cindy had clenched and my exposed digit was literally sucked into her.
"Oh yeah!" Cindy groaned, then she had shifted back, pulling her weight off my lap and giving me easier access to her pussy. She was hot, wet, and very willing. Even so, she was very tight and I had not been able to get more than one finger in her. Working away, thrusting in and out, I had steadily drove deeper. Her inner muscles squeezing and pulsing around my finger.
