I discovered my superpower in a very unusual way. I'll not go headlong into what my power is; that'll ruin all the fun. It'll also ruin my excuse to tell you a story and brag about my sexcapades.
So just a week after my eighteenth birthday, I was walking down the hallway, going to the next class. As luck would have, while turning around a corner I accidently made physical contact with a girl.
When I say physical contact, I mean my unwary hand literally slapped one of her tits. Worse, that unfortunate tit belonged to Claire (think Redfield. I'm using that name because she does look a lot like her), one of the hottest girls and most desired cheerleader of our school.
The gentlemanly, and stupid, thing to do would have been to apologise; let my Chivalry burst out. Of course, I was aware that this was at the same time awkward, perhaps insulting and could very well be perceived as harassment. Naturally, I ran, hoping she, or anyone, didn't see my face.
I finished my classes without any event, so I was hopeful that I'd be spared. I rode my bicycle to the local public library and started my shift. It was a decent job for me and the hours were good.
So here I was in one of the sections, updating the catalogue (on paper, yes; they hadn't gone digital.) That's when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned around, and to my horror, Claire stood in front of me.
"Found you, Kyle (also a pseudonym)," she said that very nonchalantly.
For a second, I was terrified. I was sure that there was an army of jocks waiting to teach that pesky molester a lesson.
"Relax, I'm alone," she said, as if reading my mind.
I realised how plain my panic was. I also realised that, for whatever reason, she knew my name. Didn't think a cheerleader would bother knowing mine.
"I'm really sorry, it was an accident. I didn't mean to do that."
"I believe you," she said, a little mischievous smile creeping around the corner of her mouth.
Scowling, I asked, "I'll do anything to make it up."
"Alright, meet me at Law when your shift's over. You get off in two hours, right?"
That got me. The Law section, for whatever reason, was seldom visited. It haven't had to actually go there in quite a while. But I had mentioned 'anything' so I was going to have to see it through.
She smiled at me, though I didn't know what that could mean, and grabbed a book from the shelf, and walked away. I couldn't help notice that it was A Room With A View. Nor could I help notice her ass in that schoolgirl skirt.
Eventually my shift ended - too soon, I thought - and I uncertainly made my way to Law. Claire had already arrived, and she smiled when she saw me. Clearly, not what I was expecting.
First thing I said was, "How'd you even find me? And how'd you know when my shift ends?"
She chuckled. "I come here all time. I see you on Tuesdays and Thursdays."
That was a bit of a shocker. Why would she notice me? More importantly, how haven't I noticed?
"You know, I've had my fair share of experience. But I have never been touched like that."
"Yeah, look, I'm really sorry about it."
She laughed. "That was supposed to be a complement. Look, I know you weren't trying to molest me, but it felt amazing."
I raised my eyebrows. "No way."
She ignored my remark and said, "I wanna see how it feels when you actually touch it."
I'm sure most guys would jump at the chance to touch Claire's tits. But it sounded too good to be true. Now, I'm no saint. But I was definitely expecting a trap.
"Is this how you frame me for rape?"
She cocked her head. "Boy! You're paranoid. Look, if I wanted to harm you I could have brought a bunch of other people. I really want to try it out."
She had a point. From the light of reason, her offer was to good to pass. Fondling Claire's tits? Yes please! I almost drooled at the thought.
"Okay, how do you want me to... Umm... You know, do it?"
"However you like to."
That had me flustered. "About that... I've never... You know. Done it."
Realisation dawnedon her face. "Oh," she said, drawing it out.
I was afraid she would laughI was afraid she would laugh at me. Instead, she said, "Guess you'll have to learn as you go. Come on, I'll give you some pointers."
She turned around and said, "Come on, stand behind me."
Disbelieving my luck, I did as I as told. I'm not ashamed to say that I was very much erect. I had to make sure none of my stained length touched her skirt, though if my dick could have its way, it'd be exploring the warm flesh inside.
"Okay, what do I do now?"
"What do you mean by that? Hold my boobs. That's always step one. But don't squeeze. Just hold."
My hands were trembling as I slowly made my way to her chest. I still hadn't touched her, my hands hovering an inch from her blouse.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?" She asked, annoyed.
And I placed my hand on her breasts. I stood there with a pair of tits. I could hear her breathe slowly.
"How's that?" I asked.
"Good," she said. "Just slowly run your fingers over. Be slow."
And so I began. Over the uniform, fingers crawled over and around her chest. Exploring what I thought must have been the underside, then to the sides and above. I let my fingers feel the softness underneath simultaneously, but I dared not press my luck. My thumb grazed over nipples and then I rubbed them a little. Her breath was uneven and strained.
And then I began a little adventurous and squeezed very lightly and gently. She gasped, but did not tell me stop. Taking the cue, I squeezed again for longer, but still very gently.
"Good instincts," she whispered, "Okay, off with the kiddie gloves. Undo my buttons."
