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Introduction:

Edit: A geek gets new powers, and revenge.
Friend's note: Please allow me to start out by saying that I am NOT Dark_Brother. I am... Was his closest friend. He had confided in me about this story that he had penned, and had often lamented that it had never reached its full potential. Now that I have the story and his login info, I have decided to complete his wish, even though I don't necessarily like some of the themes portrayed in it. I will do my best to stay true to his vision, as I refine and hopefully lengthen this series. I make no promises on a time-line, as I have to hide this from my wife & daughters. I will try to do the best I can, though.

Author's note: This story consists of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some may find objectionable, such as violence, anal, and incest. While this first part doesn't contain any of these, you are here forewarned not to get into this series if these subjects bother/offend you. All characters are over eighteen, as I can't abide kiddy-porn, PERIOD! If this is suitable to your tastes, please enjoy my series, Bait and Switch.

(Quick FYI: The Robbie in this story is not the Rob in another of my series.)

Chapter 01

Blue lights... A whirring sound... I feel a sharp pain in my arm... Head is throbbing... I can no longer feel my arm... Oh no, what have they done with my arm? A pink shadow bends over me. Eyes... Such big eyes...

Sweat sheets down my face as I sit upright in bed, terror filling my mind and thoughts, as my body reacts to the strange dream.

I can't feel my arm! Panicked, I quickly look at it, and a second later breathe a sigh of relief. It's still there, though apparently numb from having slept on it wrong.

Falling back on my pillow, I'm shocked at how cold the sweat soaked sheets feel on my back and head. Rolling it over to the dry side, I can't help but notice the time. There is only an hour until my alarm goes off. Groaning, I roll over, hoping to get a little more sleep, before I have to get up, and get ready for classes.

As my head is pounding, and my arm is stiff and tingling, I doubt I'm going to get anymore rest.

* * *

The strains of music from Doctor Who fill the room, followed right after by robotic voices screaming, "Exterminate! Exterminate!" Moaning like one of the Walking Dead, I reach for my alarm clock to switch it off, only to find the switch is already in the off spot, the noise ending just before I reached it.

Sitting up and rubbing my eyes, I reach for the glass of water I'd left on my nightstand before going to bed last night, and try to wake my sleeping mind. For some reason my body feels like I just finished a marathon, rather than had a restless night's sleep. I'm just glad the headache is gone, though my arm still seems a little stiff.

My door flies open, and I look up to see my roommate, Dennis, looking at me.

"Rise and shine, dork!" he calls, turning on my light. "I thought I told you to change that alarm sound. Your Doctor What is annoying in the morning."

"I'm a geek!" I told him for what felt like the hundredth time. "And it's Doctor Who, not What."

"More like Doctor Whatever." comes the snide rejoinder.

Shaking my head at my roommate's continued ignorance, I dress, and head from my room. Reaching for the light switch, it flips off a moment before my hand reaches it. Looking at it in confusion, my stomach rumbles, recalling me to breakfast.

"Have you been watching the news lately?" Dennis asks as I pour my cereal into a bowl. I just give him a look, in response. He knows I can't abide watching the news. "I just thought you might be interested in what's been happening, you being such a dork and all." Deciding it's best to keep my mouth shut, I pour my milk. "Seems there was some girl in India that started flying around town, like some sort of Superman or Superchic, and a guy in Japan suddenly started on fire, but didn't get burned."

"Parlor tricks," I mumble around a mouthful, and move my arm around, still trying to work out the stiffness. For a moment I consider mentioning that there are plenty of female comic book characters that can fly, but then remembering his level of ignorance, I continue chewing.

"I dunno... The news seemed pretty interested in it. There are videos of the flying girl on Youtube."

He continues to ramble on, but somehow I'm able to block him out, until I leave for class.

Cold air buffets me as I trudge through the snow to my first college course today. I could have driven, but I live close enough to campus, that I'd rather save the gas.

Something strikes my back, but I ignore it, figuring it's another snowball and quite accustomed to this childish behavior by now.

"What a nerd," Robbie Mortensen sneers a second later. I'd hoped to get away from the high school bully after graduating, but his father had somehow managed to get him into the same expensive college I'd received a scholarship to, and so I was still bullied by him. I almost turn around to correct him that I am a geek, and not a nerd, but my inner sense warns me in time that it would be a bad idea.

"Leave him alone, Robbie," Gina says almost on cue. She's Robbie's girlfriend, and has a huge heart. She is also one of the hottest girls on campus. Now, when I say hot, I don't mean Jewel Staite from Firefly hot, I'm talking Meagan Fox multiplied by Scarlett Johansson as Black Widow H.O.T.!

"Okay, I'll weave the wittle ol' nerd awone for you," Robbie replied in baby talk. Why does Gina put up with such an idiot, I wonder not for the first time. I hate to admit it, but I am a little jealous of Robbie, if only because he has such a beautiful woman at his side, and me... Well, I have only me.

Classes seem to drag on, and my mind keeps going fuzzy from lack of sleep, making it hard to concentrate on any of the professors.

Finally, in my last class, I can take it no loner, and can't keep my eyes open. Which is slightly odd, as Prof. Frankens's class is usually one of my favorites. Not because of the subject matter, math has always been an easy subject for me, but because of her. She stands just a little shorter than me, has beautiful big brown eyes that seem magnified by her large glasses. Her long dark brown hair is usually pulled back, and softly reflects the fluorescent lighting in the room. She has a small waist that usually gets overlooked because of her ample bosom. I am usually quite attentive in her class, but today, I struggle just to keep my eyes open, and on her, as she lectures us on a formula I'd easily mastered last night.

If only the lights were off, so I could put my head down, and rest without getting caught. For a moment, I dreamily imagine standing up and switching off the lights right by me, but they require a special key to switch.

I open my eyes as someone gasps, and notice that the room is dark, except where Prof. Frankens's computer screen is on, and a couple other students have their cell phones out, playing instead of paying attention.

"Who turned out the lights?" the professor demands, walking to her desk, she shuffles though a drawer. Apparently she finds what she's looking for, as she marches down the aisle until she's right next to me, slips the key into a notch, and lifts it, restoring the lights.

She glares down at me, as if I had been the one to turn off the lights. "Mr. Xavier, did you happen to see who turned off the lights?" I just shook my head, not having seen anyone do it, my own eyes having been closed at the time. She looks at me suspiciously for a moment and I can't tell if she thinks I'm guilty or trying to cover for someone else. Turning away, she walks back down to her desk, dropping her key back into the drawer.

My mind is racing now. HAD I somehow turned off the lights? I couldn't see how. But then I remember this morning with the alarm clock, and my bedroom light. Both had been off before I hit them. And the light in class had gone off when I had thought about it. It was all likely a coincidence, but I have to try. I picture the key in the switch, moving, turning the light off... And freeze, a grin splitting my face.

Prof. Frankens mutters to herself as she climbs the aisle, key in hand again, to turn the light back on. The class is loudly murmuring, but I ignore them as I consider what this means. Do I have super powers? Am I some kind of mutant? More importantly, what exactly is it that I can do? It has to be more than just turning off lights, because I'd done it to my alarm clock.

The lights came back on, startling me, and I remove the smile from my face a moment too late.

"Since you think this is so funny, Mr. Xavier, I want to see you in my office after class." My fellow students "ooh" like this was junior high, but I ignore them. Part of me is elated at my new discovery, but another is horrified that I am in trouble now. Looking around class, I see a number of students glancing at me furtively, unsure themselves if I'd really done the deed. None of the stares really bothers me, till I see Gina giving me a disappointed look.

The professor gets back in front of the class, and continues her lecture, watching me like a hawk. I want to experiment, but know better than to mess with the lights again. Maybe it is telekinesis, I wonder, and start trying to lift my pencil off my desk with only my mind.

Nothing happens.

I try moving it side to side, but again, it sits motionless. Maybe it only works on electronics, I wonder next. Looking around for someone with their cell phone out, I'm disappointed to see none. I don't dare pull my own out, with Prof. Frankens watching me so closely, and it seems the rest of the class feels the same way. The professor's computer screen is facing away from me, so I can't really judge with it.

The bell rings, and I stand up to go, forgetting about Prof. Frankens's office, till she calls me back to it.

Her office is small, but neatly organized, and I sit in a comfortable chair, facing her desk. She goes to one of her filing cabinets, and starts rifling through it, till she finds what she is after, and pulls out a manila folder.

"Nicholas Xavier," she intones, and I can tell from her voice that she's not very happy with me, "4.0 average, going to this university on a full ride scholarship." Her eyes lift from the folder, and seem to strike me to my core. "I have to confess, if you didn't do so well in my class, I likely wouldn't even know who you are. You don't seem the type to cause problems, so do you want to tell me what that was about out there?"

Her stare pieces me to the core, and I can feel my palms grow sweaty as the beautiful older woman waits for my answer.

"P-professor Frankens,” I stammer, “I know I was smiling, but I thought it was kind of funny, just like the rest of the class. I don't have a key to the switch, so I don't know how it got turned off." But I do know, because I had done it. Done it somehow with my mind.

She starts talking again, but my mind is absorbed on what I might be able to do. I can see her laptop screen in here, and imagine it turning off. Again, nothing happens. Thinking hard, I try to figure out what is different. Every time it has worked, I was thinking about switching something off, not just it being off suddenly. Looking to the laptop again, I imagine moving a switch to turn it off, and have to stop myself from whooping as it suddenly powers down.

Wondering if I can only turn electronics off, I think about switching it back on, and I can almost feel the switch move in my mind, as it starts to power back up.

"Are you listening to me?" My professor's voice cuts through my thoughts, and I look up to meet her large brown eyes, unable to think of what she'd just said. I can see anger in her eyes, as I hesitate to speak, but a sudden thought crosses my mind. What if I can switch off her anger?

I quickly imagine her anger as a switch, with happiness on one end, anger the other, and try to move the switch. I feel the switch with my mind, as I push against it with my will, but it refuses to budge. I press harder, but still no movement. I almost give up, when her laptop finally boots up, and its startup sounds distract her, and the switch moves a little bit. Not enough to get rid of her anger, I suspect, but hopefully enough to blunt it.

Wondering if I had actually moved the emotional switch, or was simply able to sense it, I decide to try something else. Perhaps it's too much to hope to be able to change a mood so much, so quickly. While she is distracted with her laptop, I re-imagine the switch, but this time, instead of happiness, I think of no feeling, and try to move the switch. It budges slightly more, but still not enough. I can somehow sense the switch inside her.

Hmm... Inside her...

I look at my professor, at the way her suit hugs her nice curves, and another thought strikes me. Maybe I can't change an emotion quickly, but can I affect her physically? I decide to throw caution to the wind as she turns back to me, her anger only slightly blunted, due to my efforts, and flip another switch in her, almost sighing when I feel it move easily.

Prof. Frankens's eyes seem to grow larger, as what I had done seems to register to her, but otherwise she shows no reaction. She just continues to stare at me, and I know her crotch is getting wetter, or at least I hope it is, because I felt the switch move. I realize she is still waiting for my answer.

"I promise you, I didn't see anybody turn off the lights, and I am not certain how they turned off." I said, trying to think. It wasn't completely a lie, as I still didn't understand how this new power of mine worked.

She continues to stare at me, but I can still feel the anger switch slowly moving. I decide that emotionless is a poor place to move the switch to, and instead create a switch to horny, wondering just what I might be capable of doing to this mature and beautiful woman. I can immediately feel that the switch in her mind is easier to move, but still not moving fast.

Suddenly I realize that the switch making her pussy wet has turned back off on its own. Can I only use one switch at a time? I wonder, as I turn that one back on, and sense the 'horny' switch start moving again. No, I must be able to do more than one at a time, I figure, but how many? And why did the other switch turn off?

I easily create and flip another switch in her, making her nipples hard, and hold back my grin as she starts talking again. "You're a bright student, and I don't want to see you get into any trouble." I can feel her horny switch moving faster now, but I have to keep constant attention on the other two, or they turn themselves back off. "I will ignore what happened today, but I don't want it to happen again." She is fidgeting where she's standing. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

The sudden question distracts me, and I lose my concentration, letting all three switches go. "Me? I..."

"Never mind, I shouldn't have asked" she says to me, giving herself a small shake, and sitting on the edge of her desk.

I immediately grab all three switches, but the moment is gone. "You may leave now, Mr. Xavier. Have a good night."

Cursing inwardly, I walk out of her office. I had almost had her, I think to myself, wondering where my switches might have taken me.

Outside the classroom, I see Gina and Robbie talking across the hallway. Deciding to have my revenge on Robbie for all those years of bullying, I start to switch Gina's anger on, throwing all my frustration behind the effort, and feel it moving slowly as they talk. Pretty soon I see Robbie get defensive, as Gina's anger rises. After only a couple minutes, Gina starts yelling, "I'm so sick of the way you act like you're some big tough guy around your friends, but then act all sweet and nice when we're alone!"

Robbie looks around, and sees me watching them. Apparently he decides to take his frustrations out on me, as he stomps over to where I stand.

"You got a problem, nerd?" He demands, and this time I let a smile split my face as I flip a switch in him, and feel it move with ease.

"No, but by your smell," I look down at his crotch, and see a satisfying wet spot growing, "it looks like you really needed to go to the bathroom."

"I—What the!" Turning beet red, Robbie turns away from me, trying to cover the evidence of his loose bladder, and sees Gina staring at him in wonder. "I'll get you for this, nerd!" He screams as he starts running down the hallway, leaving a small puddle behind.

"I'm a geek, dammit!" I yell after him, laughing.

"I can't believe that just happened," a voice says right behind me, and I turn to see Gina's hazel eyes looking into mine. "I've heard you say that before, that you're a geek," she said, and I could feel my mouth go dry. Even a few feet away, her proximity to me is having quite the effect. "What is the difference between a nerd and a geek?" Her anger switch is slowly turning back off, as she gets back in control of her emotions.

It takes me a couple of tries to get moisture back into my mouth before I'm able to answer her. "Geeks and nerds are both knowledgeable and fanatical about their interests, but geeks have social skills that nerds and dorks don't."

Gina laughed, and it sounded like music to me. "So what is the difference between dorks and nerds?"

"Dorks aren't as smart as geeks or nerds," I say, a little easier this time, her manner putting me at ease.

Gina places her hand on my shoulder, and it feels like lightning erupts from her touch. "Look, I'm sorry about the way he always treats you, he really isn't that bad of a guy, once you get to know him."

I can't help but think of all the years he has bullied me, and just can't see things from her point of view. "I don't think I will need to worry about him much longer," I say, instead of what I am thinking.

"So, if geeks are so smart, I'll bet you can help me out with Prof. Frankens's math class, right?" Gina smiles at me, but I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach. I had hoped that she was better than this, but it is the same old game: an attractive woman, appealing to my insecurities, to get me to do their work, promising closeness, but never delivering. It was a game I'd fallen for many times in the past, and likely would many times to come.

Or would I?

In the past, I didn't have my new-found abilities. This time, the game would be different, I decide.

"Sure," I pipe, trying to put on a gullible looking smile. "Why don't you come to my apartment tonight, and we can go over it?"

"Tonight?" Gina says hesitantly. "I have to work tonight, but if you want to come to my place around eight, I should be home." Disappointed that I won't have her in my own domain, I reason that my abilities should work just as well at her place, plus it will give me more time to experiment with my abilities before I go over.

She gives me her address, and we part ways.

The walk back to my apartment goes by in a blur. Along the way I turn on and off street lights, and even start a car as I walked by it. By the time I arrive home, I know that I can affect anything I can conceive of as a switch, but only within approximately fifty feet of me. Also, if I create a switch, it remains, so that I don't have to recreate it again later, and I can feel the switch if I am close enough to it.

I continue experimenting, as I plan for this evening. Looking at myself in the mirror, I notice my slightly pale complexion, and thin frame, and wonder... I imagine a switch inside me, to bulk me up and darken my skin a little, but when I go to flip it, nothing happens. I don't feel a switch move, and no changes occur to my body. Why doesn't it work, I ponder, and then I realize that I am trying to switch my reflection. Closing my eyes, I try again, forming the switch in my mind, but again, I'm met with failure. Did my abilities fail me? The lights in my room turning off and back on again disprove that. My only conclusion then is that I am unable to make switches within me.

My door opens, and Dennis walks through uninvited. "Hey dork, I have a girl coming over tonight, so I need you to make yourself scarce."

Frustration fills me, at the way he constantly calls me dork and my inability to affect myself, and I act before thinking. Forming an intimidation switch, I apply mental pressure to it, noting that it requires some effort to do so, and raise my voice as I talk to him. "I've told you, I'm a geek, not a dork. Get it right for once!"

"O-Okay. Sorry," Dennis says, his voice slightly quavering, and I feel guilty for manipulating him like this, but if he would only listen... "You're a geek, I-I get it." He looks at me a little queerly, and then seems to get his confidence back, as I feel the switch I created move back. "Anyway, think you can do something else tonight?"

For a moment I'm tempted to stay and screw things up for him, but the thought of Gina recalls me to my other plans. "Yeah, I've got plans with Gina tonight anyway." I try to reply offhandedly.

Dennis turns to go, then freezes. "Wait, Gina? Robbie Mortensen's Gina? So the rumor about you making him wet himself is true?" Dennis's intimidation switch moves a little on its own, and I can't help but smile. Despite that, I try to act innocent.

"I dunno about that," I hedge. "Gina said she needed help with Prof. Frankens's class, and I said I would."

"Does Robbie know?"

"Do I care?" I retort, surprised by my own confidence.

Dennis lets out a loud guffaw, before slapping me on the back. "You really are a geek, and not a dork," he says as he leaves my room, leaving me in confusion by exactly what he means, but glad he is finally calling me a geek.

The drive to Gina's house is a short one, and I note that I am still a couple minutes early. Doubt about whether she is really playing on my insecurities or not start to assail me, and I wonder if I am doing the right thing. I resolve to not use my ability, unless I find out otherwise. Walking up to her door, I go ahead and knock.

An older woman, probably in her early forties answers the door, and I immediately think I have the wrong place.

"Yes?" She asks, and the voice sounds slightly familiar.

"Um," I say uncertainly, "I'm here to see Gina?"

"Oh, you must be the tutor Gina told me about. Come in." I am able to see the similarities in this older woman and Gina, now that I look closer at her. They both have blond hair, and slim waists, as well as a few similar facial features. "I'm Gina's mom, Nancy. She just got back from work, and is changing. Why don't you wait in here, and I'll let her know you're here."

Despite myself, I can't help but admire Nancy's small rear as she ascends the stairs. For a moment I consider using my abilities on her, but decide I can always do that later. Tonight I need to be focused on Gina.

"She'll be ready in a few more minutes; can I get you anything to drink?" Suddenly it dawns on me that if Nancy is home, it will make it difficult to do what I want with Gina. I create a few switches in her mind, without moving them, and hope she doesn't travel outside of fifty feet from me. I'm not sure if the switch has to be within eyesight or not, but I guess I'll find out. I hadn't planned on Gina still living with her parents. This only confirms that Gina is only using me. Why else make sure to have this tutoring session where her mother is around?

I realize that Nancy is still waiting for me to answer. "Whatever you have will be fine," I state, moving a switch in her that makes her accept me. It is only a small switch, and barely moves, as it is already mostly flipped on its own. She returns a moment later with some Sprite and a smile. I notice she has the same Hazel eyes as Gina. She really is attractive for her age, I decide.

I can feel a headache start behind my eyes, and I wonder if the switches are taking a toll on me.

"Sorry to make you wait," I hear Gina's soft voice at the stairs, pulling me from my thoughts, and turn to look at her. Her hair is still wet from getting out of the shower, but she seems to have redone her makeup, and her clothes are tight fitting, without being too revealing. She has a sweet innocent looking smile that I have seen many times before. My doubts about her intentions lessen even more, and I start making switches in her immediately.

"You two behave yourselves, now," Nancy sings as I walk up the stairs, and can feel my face turn red.

"Mom!" Gina protests, before turning to me and whispering, "Sorry about that. She thinks I invited you over for more than just tutoring."

"It's okay," I tell her, flipping a switch as I speak, and turning it back off when I stop. "I know how parents can be." Inwardly I smile, knowing that her crotch grows wet every time I speak.

"She's been kinda funny since dad left," Gina tells me as she opens her bedroom door, and waves me in. "But you don't want to hear about that."

Oh, but I do, I think. If Nancy is single, I could possibly have some fun with her, but I shake the thought off. Tonight is about working with Gina. I notice that she leaves her door open, before she sits at her desk, and brings up her computer screen.

"So what did you want to go over tonight?" I ask, flipping, and un-flipping the switch as I speak. I notice that physical reactions to my switches are a lot easier than emotional ones.

"The chapter we went over last week has me confused, and I still haven't turned in our assignment from then either." She pauses to look at me for a moment before continuing, "I have a favor to ask."

Here it comes, I think. She's going to ask me to do the work for her. I'm actually a little surprised. Usually they take a little longer before asking, preferring to flirt a little more first. I just nod, expecting the inevitable.

"Do you mind not telling Robbie about this? He tends to get a little jealous, and I'd rather he not know you were over here."

For a second I'm stunned, but I recover quickly. That wasn't what I'd expected her to ask. "Sure. Odd about what happened to him today," I say, wanting to speak as much as possible. I notice her cheeks flush slightly every time I talk, and checking her 'horny' switch, I notice that it has moved a little on its own.

"Yeah, I wonder if he's feeling alright." Her 'horny' switch drops a little, and I kick myself mentally for bringing him up. "I tried calling him, but he won't return my calls."

"I'm sure a big guy like Robbie can take care of himself," I reassure her, and then immediately go into the lesson, wanting to change the subject. The more I talk, the wetter I know she is getting, and eventually I notice that her 'hard nipple' switch is stuck to on, and her 'horny' switch steadily moves as well. I lean over her shoulder, as I point out a small correction to her work, and notice her fidgeting in her seat.

"Oh, I'll never get this!" She groans in frustration after about twenty minutes. "It's just too hard." She looks at me for a second, and I don't have to read her mind to know what is coming next. "I just can't seem to concentrate tonight, and this was due last week." She acts like she is hesitating, and then continues, "I hate to ask this, but do you think you could do it for me? I promise to make it up to you..." She trails off as she gives me a shy smile.

She. Is. Good! For a moment I'd almost forgotten, but her words bring it all back to me. I decide to play along though, just to see how far she is willing to go. "Make it up to me?" I press hard on her 'horny' switch, feeling it move gradually under my pressure. "How?"

Sitting in her chair, she puts her hands on her knees, arms stiff, and somehow manages to shrug and squeeze her ample bosom together at the same time, giving me a great shot of her cleavage. Despite myself, I feel my dick harden even more than it already was from all my previous thoughts about tonight. "I dunno... Did you know my mom actually said you were cute?"

Did she now...? I wonder. Appealing to my ego, and flaunting her body; Gina really is good at this game. "If I do your work for you, how will you learn?" I ask, trying to act innocent, but glancing at her cleavage at the same time. I know it is expected of me, and it truly is no hardship.

Gina brings her right hand up to her chest, and lightly runs her fingers across her own cleavage as she speaks, sounding thoughtful. I can easily make out her hardened nipples though her shirt and bra. "You'll continue to tutor me, of course."

And you'll continue to want me to do the work for you, of course, I think but don't say. I notice her left hand is now lightly rubbing her thighs. "I wouldn't ask, but with work, and everything else, I just don't think I will have the time to complete it, and it's already late. I promise it will only be this once. I can't afford to fail any classes, and you're so smart..." I'm still leaning over her, and our faces are pretty close. I lick my lips, and mash hard on her 'horny' switch. The switch violently moves, and for a moment I think I broke the switch, wondering if that was even possible, until Gina moans softly, and mashes her lips to mine.

For a second I'm caught off guard, as her tongue frantically beats against my lips, and in a daze I open up to it. Our tongues swirl around each other, and I realize she is shaking. I must have made her orgasm! The comprehension strikes me, and now I am rock hard in my own pants: pants that I feel hands at, fumbling with my belt. I help her, undoing my zipper without breaking the kiss.

Her slender fingers reach in, and draw out my stiff member, and suddenly her face pulls away, leaving my lips feeling barren and naked.

"What the..." Gina gasps, as she looks at me. Her eyes dart from my penis, up to my face and back again. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" I quickly find her 'guilt' switch, and start to fight it back to the off position. "I have a boyfriend... I shouldn't..." I continue to manipulate her switches, holding her 'horny' switch on, working hard on keeping 'guilt' down, and pretty soon her eyes are locked solely on my crotch. "I've never seen one so big," she murmurs, licking her lips. I feel her 'guilt' switch try to move, but I hold it firm. "Robbie's is so much smaller, I... I... It's wrong, but oh so big..." 'Guilt' is nearly completely off, and I watch as her hands start to rise to my crotch again. "So big..." she repeats dazedly, as her fingers grip my manhood. Her hands aren't able to make it all the way around the base, and I moan as her fingers grip me tighter.

My slight headache increases, but I ignore it, concentrating on the pleasure of having a beautiful woman handling me.

Her eyes dart up to mine for only a moment, before she leans forward, and is barely able to stretch her lips around the bulbous head. Using her grasp on me, she pulls me to her, and I am more than willing to do so, taking a couple of half steps, till I am standing between her legs as she sits in her chair. She starts to make sucking noises, as she tries to get more and more of me into her warm wet mouth. She looks so cute, with her eyes closed, and her lips locked around me, I moan earnestly. I can already feel myself getting close. Her tongue is doing delicious things to me.

"Gina? Is everything okay up there? I thought I heard a noise." Nancy's voice comes calling through the open doorway, and for a second I panic, as my hands grip the back of Gina's head, holding her still. I'm not sure if she heard though, lost in her own lusts as she is and she continues to suck and slurp on my cock.

I immediately start flipping some of the switches I'd created in Nancy earlier, noting that her 'concern' switch takes a little effort, but grudgingly moves nonetheless. I also make a quick 'concern' switch for Gina, and make sure it is set to off. "Everything is fine, Nancy," I call out the door, thankful that I don't have to see the switch, to move it, and tweaking her 'acceptance' switch at the same time. Imagining the door as a sideways switch, I gently move it closed.

"Okay. Just lemme know if you kids need anything." I sense Nancy's switches moving away until they are out of range, and sigh in relief.

The panic seems to have reset me, and I look back down at Gina, hungrily gobbling my schlong. I can make out her cleavage, and gently slip my right hand from the back of her head, down her neck, to her chest, between her firm breasts, and then around to her left nipple, under her bra. Gina moans as I start to play with the hard nub, making her blowjob that much greater. She is only able to get a couple inches between her lips, but the way she moves her tongue, around the rim of the head feels fantastic.

I pull my hand out from her shirt, and bend over, grabbing the sides of the garment, and start to tug it up. The sexy blonde pulls off me long enough to pull her shirt off, and then lunges back to my cock. Her lust and hunger drive me wild with my own, and this time I can't stop the impending orgasm.

"I'm getting close," I whisper, and she only nods, before going wild. Sucking harder, slurping noises rebound around the room, as my climax strikes me. I have to lock my knees, as string after string of jism shoots into Gina's all-devouring mouth. She suddenly stops sucking, but her moans increase, and it occurs to me that she is having another orgasm. I realize I am mentally mashing down hard on her horny switch, and let up, noting that she starts to recover from her climax as I do so.

She pulls her head away from my crotch, sucking every last drop out of me as she does so, and my slightly shrinking head makes a 'popping' noise as it exits her mouth. She grins up at me, while her hands glide up and down my saliva soaked prick, and I see her suck up a bit of my cum that somehow escaped her soft lips.

"I have never cum from giving head before," she says in awe. "Imagine what else this thing can do..." she tenderly squeezes my cock, and winks at me.

I'm not sure if it is my lessened libido after having just blown one helluva load down her throat or what, but somehow the words were out of my mouth before I could think better of them. "What about Robbie?"

Without missing a beat, or a stroke, she answers me with that beautiful smile still on her face. "Who cares? I'll deal with him later, but right now, I have something better than his tiny prick to deal with."

Before I know it, Gina stands up, and shoves me back to the bed. She undoes her pants, dropping them to the floor, and I quickly do the same, feeling my own libido start to rise again, as I spy the heart-shaped fuzz that tops her vagina. Reaching behind her back, she unsnaps her bra, finally freeing her two large mons to my hungry gaze. I have to admit that breasts are my biggest fetish; big, small, firm, or flabby, I love them all. Gina's are anything but flabby, and I already know just how firm they are. They stand out proudly from her chest as she walks over to me, crawling on the bed, and slipping my re-hardening penis back into her wet mouth.

Gina starts to move her body around, till she straddles my face. Her pussy is nearly dripping as I lightly bring the tip of my tongue to it, tasting her for the first time. As my tongue comes into contact with her crotch, she grunts, slamming her wet slit down against my mouth, and I feel her own mouth go down further on my rock hard rod. Shoving my tongue in as far as it can go, I am nearly drinking the juices that are flowing from her.

"My Gawd, I have never been this horny before in my life!" Gina exclaims, and it sounds like she is trying to catch her breath. "I can't wait to get this beast in me." Catching me unawares with her speed, Gina spins around, and soon has my cock at the entrance to her slippery hole. "Take it slow," she tells me, then ignores her own advice as she starts pressing back with her pelvis. After a couple seconds, I feel my head pop past her inner lips, and we both sigh with the connection. She is tight, and I doubt if she is going to be able to take my whole length into her.

I continue to hold still, while Gina firmly grinds her twat down the length of my pole. Every little centimeter seems like a small triumph, as her massaging muscles take me in deeper and deeper. Her delightful breasts are dangling above me, and I lift my head to taste them for the first time. Her right nipple is already hard, as I suck it between my lips, and nibble lightly on it. I must have surprised her with this action, as she suddenly gasps, and I feel myself slide into her a little further. She freezes on top of me, and I can feel her pussy quivering around my cock, lubricating it in even more of her juices as she has another small orgasm. If I hadn't already gotten off once, I likely would be shooting down that tight, dark canal right now.

When she finally stops shuddering, she looks between us, and gasps. "Holy shit! How big are you? I've never had one this deep before and there is still half of you out of me! I almost feel like you're splitting me in two."

In answer, I grip an ass cheek in each hand, suck hard on her nipple, and lift my hips slightly, going a bit deeper. Gina grunts with my motion, gripping the back of my head, and pulling me tighter to her breast. She pulls up a little bit, and then slams back down, barely taking any more of me inside her.

I hear the door open, and check to see that I can feel Nancy's switches just outside it. I throw all my weight against Nancy's and Gina's 'concern' switch, making sure they are both fully set to off, and Nancy's 'acceptance' switch is fully on, as she enters the room.

"I thought I would make you two some snacks, while you were up here," the older woman says, standing next to us. Her voice almost seems flat, as she talks.

"Ung," Gina grunts, as she tries and fails again to take more of me into her grasping vagina, "Okay, thanks mom. We'll eat them in a minute."

"You two enjoy, now, and I'll leave you alone." I sense Nancy moving to the door.

"Oh, I am enjoying!" Gina nearly screams, slamming down hard. Her pussy is so tight, it feels like it is trying to strangle my cock, but no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to get the last few inches inside her. "Damnit! What does it take to get all of you inside me?" She demands.

"Practice," I tell her simply, though the truth is, none of the few girlfriends I've had have ever been able to take my full length. Hungrily, I reattach my mouth to her nipple.

Taking a tighter grip on her ass, I start to move under her with my own rhythm. Pulling out until only my tip is still within her, I drive back in, till my head hits her bottom.

Gina's fingers dig into the back of my scalp, as she starts yelling in the throes of her passion. "Oh, fuck me, you're HUGE! Harder, fuck me harder with that massive cock of yours! Oh, damn, I'm gonna cum aga--" Her hand pulls me away from her teat, as she presses her mouth to mine. The passion and fury of the kiss is enough to set me off again, and I barely pull her off me in time to shoot my second load between our bodies.

We continue to kiss for a few moments, wrapped up in the pleasure of our shared bliss, shaking and moaning, until Gina pulls away, breathing heavily.

"I've never cum that hard, before!" she exclaims, her cheeks flushed, and her chest still heaving. "But next time, cum inside me; I'm on the pill." She shakes her head, looking at me. "I can't believe a geek could DO that to me."

I can only nod my head and smile, exhaustion nearly overwhelming me, and my head throbbing.

Gina is the first to get up, and we start to clean up our mutual mess, thankful for the small sandwiches Nancy made, and left for us on Gina's desk. We'd worked up quite an appetite.

Gina's mom greets me with a warm smile, but a slightly puzzled look on her face as I leave. I wonder what she's thinking after walking in on her daughter and me screwing?

It isn't until I am driving back to my apartment that I start to wonder what Gina is going to tell Robbie. A small part of me feels bad for taking the jock's girlfriend, but the memories of all the times he has bullied me washes any lingering feelings of guilt away. I'm not worried about retribution from him either. Not any more, at least.

There is no sock on the door as I get to my apartment, and I sigh in relief. I'm completely worn out after today, and am looking forward to getting some sleep.

Ten minutes and two Tylenol later, I am crawling into bed, Batman PJ's on, the light off, and my alarm set to 'exterminate' my sleep in the morning.

A bright blue light causes me to sit up in bed in alarm. My heart is already pounding as I look around my room, and I can feel the beginnings of terror take hold of me as I see a figure standing by my window. It isn't human, I know. Not with its too long arms, willowy frame, over-large eyes set in a delicate seeming pink face.

"Are you the one?" The simple question from this creature fills me with more dread, than anything else in my life.


Chapter 02

Waking up with a start, heart thumping in my chest, and sweat dripping once again from my brow, I'm furiously looking around my room. Just a dream. It was just another nightmare, I keep telling myself. Images of strange pink creatures burning, dying horribly, and the sounds of terror filled screams still echoing around in my throbbing head.

Looking to the clock, I can't stop a groan. There's still an half-hour until my alarm is set to go off. The thought of trying to get more sleep and possibly continuing that dream are enough to get me out of bed.

I reach for the light switch with my mind, and as soon as I feel it, it flips on. Sharp, lancing pain drives into my mind. Spikes are slowly being pounded between my eyes, and I stop trying to move the switch. The pain lessens markedly, but the echo of it can still be felt, as I realize that I've fallen to the floor.

"Are you alright in there, man?" Dennis says a few moments later, entering through my door without knocking. "I heard you yell."

Getting up on my knees, I hold my head in my hands and answer back, "Yeah, just a bad dream. Sorry I woke you."

As Dennis walks away, I wonder what's happened? I can still feel the switch with my mind, but I don't dare try and flip it again. The pain is still there between my eyes, though it's only a pale shadow of what it had been. Did I overuse my new ability yesterday, or have I somehow broken it?

Deciding that I need to rest my mind for a bit, I bring up my laptop. The latest episode of Big Bang Theory had downloaded last night, and it usually puts me in a much better mood. Some people may wonder how I can enjoy a show that makes fun of geeks and nerds, but Kaley Cuoco, AKA Penny, is hot, and I like seeing geeks get hot chicks.

Speaking of hot chicks, the memories from last night with Gina run through my mind, and despite my headache, I smile.

"Exterminate! Exterminate!" The sound of my alarm going off scares me all over again, which ruins the final scene of the episode I'd been watching, and turns my mood sour all over again. I quickly grab my Android phone, and turn it off. Considering the dreams I had last night, I decide that I really should follow Dennis's advice and change the alarm sound. I choose Aeris's Theme from Final Fantasy VII, as that has a more soothing tone, and hope that it will be nicer to wake up to.

I change out of my Batman pajamas, rubbing my eyes, and wishing I had slept better.

"Hey," Dennis says around a mouthful of cereal as I grump out of my room, "I've done some more checking online, and found even more people who claim to have special abilities."

I stop in my tracks as his words sink in, trying to recall if I'd told him what I can do now. Or rather, what I'd been able to do yesterday. Then, sighing in relief, I remember the conversation he'd had with me yesterday morning about the news reports he'd seen on T.V.

"Don't give me that look. I thought you were into this kind of weird stuff," the other man gets defensive, and I can feel the intimidation switch I'd made yesterday move up a little.

"What did you find now?" I ask, trying to act uninterested, but also feeling guilty for intimidating him unintentionally.

After the events of yesterday, he has my full attention.

"Some guy down in Brazil can make himself change colors like a chameleon. It almost makes him invisible." As he talks, bits of cereal spew from his mouth, but he just keeps talking excitedly. "Man, if I could do that, I'd hide out in the cheerleader's locker room. Can you imagine what goes on in there?"

I can only shake my head at his juvenile behavior, but wonder if what he is telling me is real. If I had received new abilities, it is completely likely that others might have too. The only thing I can't figure out is: what had the catalyst been?

"I forgot to ask you," my roommate states, finally swallowing his mouthful. "How did your date go with Gina?"

"It wasn't a date," I answer immediately. "It was a tutoring session." I can't hide my smile though, and know I'm busted.

"Tutoring... Right... Somehow I think she did more teaching than you did, from that smile of yours!" If only he knew!

I can feel the blood rushing to my face. "Let's just say, she may no longer be interested in Robbie." I remember that Dennis had had a date last night too, and I want to change the subject. "What about your date? How'd it go?"

"Did you see a sock on the door? No? Then you know how it went." Dennis suddenly turns sullen, and I wonder what had happened. Being a Jock, he normally has his pick of women. From the noises that have emanated from his room on past occasions, I know he gets plenty of action. That is a large part of why we'd instituted the 'sock on the doorknob': I have walked in on him on more than one occasion.

Knowing that I wasn't going to get any details, I eat my own cereal, shower, brush my teeth, and get out the door.

I'm greeted viciously by wind and snow as it pelts me in the face the second I step outside, and I rush to my car. Normally I prefer to walk to campus, but in bad weather like this, I'm glad I have my car. It takes me a few minutes to get it warmed up, and I have to keep my wipers going and defrost running just to see the mushy road; it's almost a whiteout, out there. The snow is coming down hard, and I find myself envying the guy from Japan that can start himself on fire. That is a feat that would be quite handy at the moment.

Slick as the roads are, I arrive on campus at the same time I usually do when I walk. By the time I make it to class, I'm covered in snow, and slightly out of breath from running. On the plus side, no one threw any snowballs at me, or called me any derogatory names. Everyone is too busy trying to get out of this storm.

On the bad side, despite running and the cold, I fall asleep halfway through my science class, and can't get my programs to compile in my programming class; all the switches I wrote into my code keep failing. The Irony of that doesn't escape me.

Lunch is a welcome break, but I can't get my mind off my failure with the switches. I'm lost in thought, when something strikes the back of my head. Thankfully, my headache has completely dissipated.

"Look what we have here," Robbie's voice booms above me, and I cringe, "a geek who thinks too highly of himself."

"Leave me alone, Robbie," I murmur, cradling my head in my hands. I can see the orange that struck me on the floor. Part of me is glad he is finally calling me a geek. The other part of me is shaking, with my new ability out of commission, I know I'm no match for the bigger man.

"Weave me awone, Wobbie," he mimics in baby talk, laughing. "Gina told me you tried to come on to her, and she had to kick you out. She's mine, understand? Leave her alone, or you will have to deal with me." Robbie's tone makes my head throb again, but his words make my blood boil. Gina claimed *I* had come onto HER? Sure, I had flipped some of her switches, but in the end, she had been the one to kiss me. I guess her guilt switch must have flipped back over after I'd left.

I stand up from my chair, turning to face the bigger man, and speak before I can think better of it. "Really, Robbie? I have a question for you: how bow-legged was she walking this morning?"

I can see that my strike hits home by the flash of red that blossoms across his cheeks. Quicker than I can think, he shoves me back, and I fall hard back into my chair. I know I don't stand a chance against him in a fight, but with my anger rising, I start to act before I can think better of it. I make a switch in him to make him weaker, and firmly start moving it, ignoring the growing pain behind my eyes.

Getting back to my feet, I look up at him, wishing I was the taller one. My fists are clenched at my side, as I glare at the bully.

"Look at the dweeb," someone says behind Robbie, and I realize he's brought one of his cronies along for my humiliation, "looks like he wants to fight you, Robbie. You'd better be careful, he looks angry." The mocking tone just adds fuel to my ire, and I push harder on Robbie's 'weak' switch, then remember that I had created another switch yesterday.

"Maybe if you were a big enough man to satisfy your girlfriend, she wouldn't have come to me." The words are out of my mouth before I can think better of them. What is coming over me? Am I letting this power go to my head? Knowing that power corrupts, I try to reign in my anger, before I go too far.

Again Robbie's hands push against me, but in his weakened state, he forces himself back and almost trips over Derek Peterson. Derek catches his leader, however, and helps him back to his feet. Robbie looks confused for a moment, then attempts to shove me again, bracing himself this time, but he barely has any strength left in his body.

"Leave me alone, Robbie, and never bother me again," I tell the bully, gleeful menace dripping from my voice. "I'd hate for you to have any more. . . accidents."

Robbie's arm cocks back, ready to strike, but his eyes grow large as I flip the remaining switch. In horror he looks down, to see a puddle forming at his feet.

"Come on, Robbie!" Derek cheers on the bigger man, not noticing the growing yellow stain around Robbie's feet. "Show this dweeb where he stands. . . Robbie?" It's too late. Robbie has turned and fled, an unmistakable dark stain still growing as he runs. "What the. . .?" Derek trails off, slowly turning back to face me.

"Better follow him, unless you want the same," I threaten, feeling full of myself.

"Freak," Derek yells, but turns tail, and follows the wet trail out the cafeteria doors.

It's not until I sit down, that I realize my switches are working again, though I can feel the pain building behind my eyes, forcing my anger to follow Robbie's example, and flees.

A second later, the pain strikes harder than ever before and everything goes black.

* * *

Soft talking brings me out of a dreamless sleep, and I try to gather in my thoughts and unfamiliar surroundings. Under me is a stiff mattress, with white sheets. A white curtain hangs from the ceiling, and everything seems to be white around me. I'm dead, I figure, and allow my head to drop back onto the pillow. I've overused my ability, and it's killed me. At least the headache is gone.

"Ah, I see you finally woke up," a soft feminine voice sounds close by, and I look up to see old Mrs. Polkins, her gray hair tucks neatly into a bun on the back of her head, and her large smock is hugging tightly to her slightly massive frame.

"Wh-What happened?" I ask, finding my throat dry. Not dead then, I realize with some relief. Mrs. Polkins looks *nothing like an angel.

"I was hoping you could tell me." Mrs. Polkins, the campus nurse, is a nice enough woman, I had heard, but this is the first time I've had to come here. The lights flicker as she speaks, and I wonder if the storm is still going strong outside.

Laying back down, I shake my head and shrug. She keeps an eye on me for another hour, before releasing me, telling me I should see a doctor when I get the chance.

Leaving her office, I note that my head truly no longer hurts, and remembering the look on Robbie's face as he ran away brings a smile to my face. Hopefully, I won't have to deal with him again.

Checking my watch, I see that I've already missed half of Prof. Frankens's class, and just decide to go home, to get ready for work tonight. Besides, I don't care to deal with Gina's betrayal right now.

The drive home takes nearly as long as the drive to school had this morning, the storm has gotten worse. I notice more than a couple cars have slid off the slick road, and the snow is piled high. I take my sweet time, and make it back to my apartment safely.

Walking into my room, I plop down on the bed, and brace myself, before trying to mentally turn off the light. The pain hits me almost immediately, but it's duller than it'd been this morning. Either I'm getting used to it, or it's not as bad. Better yet, the light turned off, and I'm still conscious.

The power flickers a few more times as I dress for work, and I wonder if the restaurant will still be open in this storm. Deciding that I'm better safe than sorry, I call my boss. He informs me in no uncertain terms that I was either to show up for work, or I can find a new job. Cursing him soundly, I trudge back through the snow to my car, then curse even louder as my car slides more than drives down the slick roads.

I'm ten minutes late, when I walk through the door.

"Where the hell have you been?" Thunders the deep voice of Bradley (don't call him Brad) Cooper, my boss. He is a big bull of a man, and runs this restaurant with an iron fist. He is also the owner's son. The lights in the restaurant shine of his shaved head, and I can see he is already in a foul mood.

Looking around, I can't understand what his rush is, with the storm blowing outside, the restaurant is mostly empty, but I'm not about to point that out to him.

Turning to point outside, I opened my mouth to explain, but he cuts me off.

"Don't blame the storm. You knew what it was like when you called, and should have left earlier to make up for it. Now get back to the kitchens, and get to work." Bradley doesn't even wait for a response before storming off to berate one of the bus boys for some imagined infraction.

All I can do is shake my head, as I nearly run back to the kitchens. For a moment I'm tempted to use my ability on him, but decide he isn't worth the headache.

For the next hour, I cook what few orders come my way, and otherwise keep to myself.

"We're out of juice up front," Shanna, a new waitress, calls back.

"It's in the fridge, but make sure you get one out of the freezer to thaw out and replace it," I tell her. I see the brunette take one of the concentrated juice jugs out of the fridge, and take it up front. A few minutes later, she returns and walks into the freezer, only to come out a second later, shivering and empty handed.

"I can't find it in there, and it's freezing!" She walks up to me, rubbing her arms, and asking, "Can you help me find it, Nick?"

Shanna is a new waitress, so it's understandable that she needs help. I follow her back to the freezer, and notice that she has a pretty nice frame. Her hips are a little wide, but her waist is small, and she has a rather nice walk. Normally, all the cooks see of the waitresses are their faces, and while she was cute enough, she was no Gina.

"It's freezing in here," Shanna repeats herself, her breath misting in the air.

I can't stop my retort, "That's why they call it a freezer."

She gives me a look, like I'm the idiot, but I brush it off. I notice her eyes are a light blue, and she has really long lashes.

I hear the door close behind us, electronically latching, and decide to quickly look for the juice before we both freeze.

"It's right here, next to the—" I cut off as the lights go out, and Shanna gives a small scream. Before I can act or think I feel her grab a hold of me, pinning my arm to my side and shivering from cold and fear. "Don't worry; the lights will come back on shortly. The power shouldn't stay off long. Let's see if we can find the door." It's a little hard groping for the door one handed, with her holding on tight to me, and somehow I become turned around.

"I hate the dark," she confides in me. I pat her back with my free hand in an effort to calm her, and she pulls me tighter to her body. I can't help but notice as her breasts press around my arm, and after a moment I realize her crotch is pressed to the back of my hand. All of a sudden, I my second brain comes awake, and a plan hatches in my mind, as I finally find the door.

"It's locked," I lie. "With the power out, we're locked in here till it comes back on." I can feel her shaking against my body, whether from fear or the cold I'm not sure. "The good news is that with the power out, it won't get any colder in here."

"At home, when the power goes out, my sister Shannon and I comfort each other till it comes back on." I place my free arm around her waist, pulling her tighter to me as I listen to her talk. "Sometimes we'll just hold each other, and talk about whatever comes to mind. My parents say we're two peas in a pod, but that's just silly. What else would twins be?"

Shanna has a twin? For a moment I'm tempted to start using my ability on her, but then think better of it. I don't want to get caught in here doing something I shouldn't be, and have Bradley fire me. Also the last thing I need is a bigger headache. Besides, how much sweeter will it be if I win her over without making switches?

I let her continue talking, only saying a little here and there, letting our shared body warmth fight off the chill room. I know it is helping to keep her calm, and she has a rather pleasant voice.

"You don't remember me, do you?" Shanna asks unexpectedly, and I wrack my mind trying to figure out who she is. She laughs, after I remain silent for a few seconds. "It's okay. I wouldn't expect you to remember me with the likes of Gina in the same class, or even Prof. Frankens." She must have felt me tense up then. "Ha, I know all the men look at the professor, and Gina IS one of the hottest girls in school." She laughs again, and I sense more than see her look up at me. "Do you know why I got a job here?"

I shake my head before I realize she can't see me, and then say, "Because the tips are really good?"

"No," she suddenly grows quiet for a few seconds. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I've had a crush on you for the longest time."

"Me?" I blurt out. No woman has ever had a crush on me that I'd ever heard of. "Why me?"

"Why not?" She replies, matter-of-factly. "I don't go for the jocks; most of them are assholes anyway. I prefer a man that is smart, and for some reason I like pale skin, versus tanned. I dunno," she hesitates, growing shy again, "I guess I also think you're rather cute."

My heart is thumping in my chest as she speaks. To say I'm shocked would be an understatement. I'm aware of every inch of her body as it's pressed to mine, her legs on either side of my left leg, my left hand trapped between my jeans and her soft khaki-covered crotch, her breasts heaving against my arm, and it occurs to me that she is just as nervous as I am.

Despite what she's just revealed, I think I'm being bold as I lean my head down to where I think her lips might be, and end up kissing her nose, her long lashes brushing my nose.

She giggles, and I think it's rather cute to listen to. I feel her hands travel up my body to the back of my head, turning it, and then feel her lips touch mine.

Despite the frigid temperature in here, I feel a delicious warmth spread from where our lips make contact, then travel through my head, down into my body, and ignite in my loins. I was already a bit hard, but now it's throbbing in my pants. Her kiss is fantastic, and Gina has nothing on this woman tongue skills.

With my right arm still around Shanna, I pull her tighter to me, deepening the kiss, when she pulls away from me. "I can't-- I mean, we shouldn't," her voice is breathy, and suddenly I become very self conscious.

Am I a bad kisser? Does my breath stink? The sudden absence of her body heat next to me makes me shiver. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," I murmur, embarrassed.

"No," she says, and I can hear her move closer to me, her arms wrap around my body, "I wanted it to happen. I've wanted this to happen for a long time, but. . ." She trails off, and I can tell she is as nervous as I am. "What if the power comes back on, and someone finds us. . . You know. . ."

This time I'm the one to laugh, but I try to sound reassuring as I speak. "The first thing Bradley is going to do is count the tills. It'll be a bit before anyone checks the freezer, and we can slip out before they do." I pause, and let my own arms wrap tightly around her, "And besides. . . We need to keep our temperatures up. I'd hate to freeze in here."

Shanna titters, and I know I've won her over. "Keeping our temperatures up, huh? Is that what we're doing?" I feel her lips along the underside of my jaw, and turn my face down to hers, enjoying how soft her lips feel against mine.

Her tongue presses against my teeth, and I open my mouth to let it in. Our mouths writhe against each other, as her hands roam my back. I let mine drop down to her ass, cupping a cheek in each hand.

"Oh, really?" she giggles playfully, breaking the kiss.

"Absolutely," I reply, more confident now as I grope her more firmly.

Her hands slide down my back, until she has a hold of my own rear. "Oh yeah?" She gives my cheeks a squeeze, and this time I have to laugh at her playfulness, until her hands slid around to my front, and grasps my hardened manhood through my jeans. "Holy shit!" she steps back from me for a second, and I wonder what's wrong this time. "Is that thing for real? It must be huge!" Her hands are now fumbling with my zipper, and despite the cold air, when she pulls my member out, it stands tall and firm. It's a little odd, doing this in the complete dark, but it seems to add to the eroticism at the same time. "Mmm, I can't wait to see this in the light!" she declares, gripping it around the middle. Her fingers aren't able to make it all the way around, and despite myself, I'm grinning from ear to ear (not that she could see it).

"Why, thank you!" I tell her, the words turning into a moan, as the cold air surrounding my cock is wonderfully replaced by the warm, wetness of her mouth and hand. Placing my hands on the back of her head, my moans grow in volume, matched only by the slurping, sucking noises she's making.

I can feel her saliva dripping from my balls as her tongue and soft lips slide up and down the end of my shaft. Every time she pulls away, the cold air immediately cools where her mouth has been, only to be re-warmed a moment later, as she swallows me back into her mouth. The sexiness of the whole thing is starting to get to me. Unexpectedly she pulls away and pinches me at the base of my cock.

"I know your close, but not yet." I think she stands up, and I hear her fumbling with her clothes, then she gives a sharp yelp. "Damn, it's COLD! Hurry up and slide that in me before the saliva freezes. I need someone warm against me, and something hot in me."

Blindly, I grope my way forward, till I find her bare ass facing me. I can feel her cold pebbled flesh. Grabbing my large meat, she starts to rub the head against her already sopping wet slit. We both moan at the contact, and I can't stand the cold much longer, so I give a shove, feeling the tip of my penis punch past her inner labia. Shanna grunts exclaiming, "Holy fuck, that thing's a beast! Hurry up and warm me up with that thing. I'm freezing!"

Obligingly, I start moving my hips back and forth, slowly sinking deeper and deeper into her hot crevice. I keep my hands on her hips, and help move her against me, as we slowly screw in the pitch black freezer. After a few minutes, I feel myself hit her deepest parts, and she grunts again.

"Okay stud, fuck me hard now!" Her words are like music to my ears, and I pick up our pace.

"You are TIGHT!" I nearly shout in bliss, as I pull almost all the way out, except for the head. Her pussy tries to clamp down hard on me as I do so, only to suck me back into her, until I hit bottom again and again. Some of me is still outside her, but I'm more worried about hurting her, than trying to get completely inside.

"Ung... Thank... You..." Shanna grunts in time to my thrusts. I feel her stand upright, as her hand snakes to the back of my head, and pulls my lips to her turned face. In this position, it feels like I'm going deeper, but that is only because I'm now also sliding between her thighs and ass cheeks.

With her back pressing against my front, I bring my hands around to her front. Finding her clit with my right hand, I slide my left up under her shirt. Upwards it travels, until I feel the bottom of her right bra-cup, only to slip under it, and get my first feel of her firm breasts. They seem to be about the same size as Gina's tits, but when my fingers find her aureola, Shanna goes crazy. Bucking hard against me, her moans grow in volume, muffled against my own teeth and gums. Her juicy hole clamps down tighter on me, and quivers as she experiences a mind blowing orgasm, sending her hot liquids dripping off my scrotum.

It feels too good to hold back anymore, and I let loose inside her without thinking. My fingers pinch her clit and nipple hard as my whole body locks up, except for my spewing cock. All I can do is stand there, as shot after shot of my jism fills up this hot little brunette.

When the waves of pleasure finally stop crashing over me, I come back to my senses.

"Oh, shit! I'm so sorry! I meant to pull out!" Worry is thick in my voice.

Shanna laughs her beautiful, musical laugh, as she pulls away from me. When my cock leaves her, there was an unmistakable sucking and then a 'pop' sound. I feel her hand on my cheek a split second before her lips brush against mine. "Relax," she tells me, "I'm on the pill, though I definitely didn't expect to be doing this tonight!" She laughs again, and just then the lights come on, as the power is restored. I get my first good look at her, her blue eyes are sparkling, and her chest is still heaving, but between her legs is her hairless crotch, and as I watch, some of my cum drips out of her, and falls into her panties, which are still around her knees.

I look back to her blue eyes, and notice that they have gone large, as she looks at my crotch. Even softened as it is, it's still impressive.

"I got all of that in me?" She asks in wonder, but I can't lie to her.

"No, only to about here," I indicate a spot a bit more than halfway from the tip. "We'd better get dressed and out of here." I remind her, and am rewarded with her blushing as we both get dressed. She give another yelp when my now-cold cum in her panties touches her nether-lips, but otherwise we dress in silence.

I poke my head out of the freezer door, and take a delightful breath of warm air, checking to see that the coast is clear. We both step out quickly, and not a moment too soon, as Bradley comes around the corner a split second after the freezer closes.

"What are you two doing here?" He demands. "I sent everybody home a while ago."

"We got locked in the freezer," Shanna exclaims, and I'm worried that Bradley isn't going to accept it, as he looks suspiciously at us.

"Well, you aren't going to get paid for the time you were in there. Only up to the time I let everyone go for the night." He finally tells us, and we both decide it is time to get out of here.

Outside the storm has drastically lessened, as I walk Shanna to her car.

"I'm glad I have tomorrow off. I don't think I'll be walking straight for awhile." I can feel my cheeks burning as she tells me this, and can only smile in response. "I definitely want to do that again, but next time let's do it in a warmer place, and maybe I'll be able to get all of you in me!" We kiss again, and then make sure we have each other's number, before I watch her drive away, still in awe at what had taken place, and I'd never had to use my ability.

The drive home is slow, the plows re out, but most of the roads I take are rural. Despite my cautious speed, the drive seem to be over before I know it, with my mind on the events of the last couple days. I still can't believe that I have this new ability, or even that I have now screwed two very attractive women. In a daze, I walk up to my apartment, into my room, and fall into bed in exhaustion, still fully clothed.

I sleep fitfully, a simple question repeating itself in my head: "Are you the one?".

Sometime past midnight, blue lights wake me up.
27 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2014-11-24 01:54:12
like how did he die the story is good

Anonymous readerReport

2014-11-24 00:14:47
omg my most loved respected inspired auther in the world dead no way i have read all his story now he DEAD
THANKS FOR BRING DB STORY AND MAKING IT 24

Anonymous readerReport

2014-05-13 05:15:24
how did DB die? i dont mean to offend or cause painful memories, i meerly want to offer my condolences to DB's family & pay my respects to the best

anonymous readerReport

2013-10-23 01:12:55
Sharon Irby - The pictures are ountiandtsg! Thank you for taking the time to bring out the very best of Emiley & Joe, friends & family in each picture. Will be anxiously awaiting the rest of your work.

JackofmosttradesReport

2013-08-09 09:55:23
Obviously, the people leaving the neg comments and votes misunderstand. They think DBs_Bro rewrote this and posted it on Dark_Brother's (DB's) account, but in fact DB rewrote it because He wasn't satisfied with the original, and DB died before he could post the rewrite, so He had his Bro edit and post the story chapters.

"Wah, wah, wah! I haven't read it and I'll never read it cuz it's a shit rip off and you changed it; wah, wah, wah!"

-Me- "Well if you didn't read it, don't vote or comment! Just leave silently and then discharge the 105 that's stuck up your ass"

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