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A Meeting of Minds

By: A Meeting of Minds



I'm not forgetting Melinda though. I will her to an orgasm that comes in waves for the next three to four minutes that it takes me to get off. She's got a death grip on the desktop and it's only my mental instructions that keep her screams down to a level that won't bring the cops. Finally, the moment arrives.

As I come, I remember to keep up the Charm. This would be a bad time for her to see me as I really am. The feeling of release is magnificent. I'll be a little sore tomorrow myself.

As I feel the first of my spurts leave my body, I give Melinda one last huge wave of pleasure that builds to such a peak that it finally knocks her unconscious. I've learned with experience how to do this without endangering her mind. She slowly collapses across the desk, out like a light as I groan and fill my condom. At last, I pull out of her and head for the bathroom to dispose of the latex-encased mess.

A minute later, I easily lift her limp body up off of the desk and place her on her side in the middle of the bed. I spoon in behind her, reaching around to caress her breasts. It's been good for me, and I know it's been even better for her. This is what I do with just about every girl I bring here. They all love it.

At last, Melinda stirs and snuggles her full, rounded backside up against me, then turns and kisses me for the first time. My semen is just a slight aftertaste on her tongue by now.

"Holy shit, Jim. I'll bet no other woman on this planet had ever had an orgasm anywhere as good as that one." Well, actually, there are whole bunches of them out there that have. I don't mention that to her though.

"I hoped you'd like it, Gorgeous." I reduce the level of Charm down as far as I can without actually letting her see my real appearance. I want her mind to be as free and natural as it can be for the next hour or so. We've gotten to the part of our 'date' that I need the most.

I ask her a few questions and it's enough to get her started talking about her life. We talk about her family, her friends, school, old boyfriends, you name it. The whole time she's still spooned up against me and I run my hand casually all over her voluptuous, young body. Indeed, I'm finally having fun playing with those large breasts. She never notices that we talk very little about me. This may be a poor substitute for having a real social life, but it's as close as I'd want to come.

I'm an only child of an only child. My mother died several years ago and I was never close to her parents. They pretty much cut off contact with her because of how I arrived in this world. I spurn anything more than casual contact with the people around me – I'm uncomfortable around people and don't need the complications that come with relationships. Talking with girls after sex is pretty much my only social outlet.

This isn't just about socializing though. I've got a debt to repay to Melinda for the good time she's given me. As I learn more about her, I gently touch different parts of her mind and help her work out her issues. Melinda's self-esteem is the biggest problem; she's constantly making poor choices due to her feelings of inferiority. I implant more positive attitudes in the places where they'll do her the most good.

I've got a lot of experience with this, she won't consciously notice a thing, but from now on she'll aim higher and attempt things she would never have thought about before. It will probably come as a surprise to most of the people who know her, but Melinda is actually a very bright and capable girl. With just this little push, she'll achieve big things and be a lot happier in the process.

And about those extra pounds – from now on she'll be carefully watching what she eats, exercising and treating her body with the respect and attention it needs to be at it's peak. She's not going to be one of those self-absorbed fanatics, but she'll look and feel her best for the rest of her life. It's just one of my little gifts to her. Oh yeah, she'll be quite orgasmic, too.

What did she have to do to deserve all this? Just enjoy the best sex of her life.

"This has been a lot of fun, Melinda. I hope it's been good for you."

"Absolutely, Jim. It's been fantastic!"

"Great. Well, you've got a party to get to, so we'd better get you back to the mall."

I lead her to the shower, and she soaps and rinses me gently and thoroughly. My women could give a geisha a run for her money in this category. In a generous mood now, so I turn around and return the favor.

I generally prefer women in their late twenties to early thirties, but Melinda's eighteen-year-old body sure feels great beneath my hands. To me, the shower is where big breasts feel best. I like to soap them up and play with them from behind, kind of like they're actually mine. It's not that I'm any sort of candidate for a sex change, but I sometimes wonder what it must be like to be a woman. Especially one stacked like Melinda.

She reaches behind her and starts playing with my flaccid penis, totally unbidden. Mmm, that sure feels nice. Her attentions actually arouse me again. My manhood surges as she rubs it up and down in the slippery, soapy crevice between her cheeks. Oh God, that's really good! I'm going to have to do her again now.

I ask her what she thinks of anal sex. I sometimes enjoy it at this point in my encounters and she's got me in the mood for it. She says she's never tried it, but I can feel that she's not naturally revolted by the idea. If she had been, I would have let the subject drop and entered her vaginally. Not that I couldn't have done it with her anyway; it just would have taken more Charm to make her remember that she had loved it. Nowadays, I try not to use Charm to make a girl do something she would never do otherwise.

I reach down to the soap dish and grab my bottle of Astroglide and another condom. As a teen I was too much of a loner to dream of being a Boy Scout, but I still try to be prepared. Melinda turns the spray against the wall, then bends over and presents. She tenses as I give her a good coating of the slippery stuff.

"Melinda, I know you're going to really enjoy this, so just relax," I tell her. Naturally, she does.

Her nice little rosebud is very sexy, sitting tight and proud right above her swollen and abused mound. I gently slide into her with one finger and she moans with pleasure. I'm mentally helping her a little with that, but most of the pleasure is real. I think that maybe she'll enjoy anal sex with others in the future. I begin to stroke in and out of her tight little hole faster and faster, eventuality adding a second finger.

"Oh my God, Jim! I never thought this would feel so good. Please, please, stick your big, hot cock in me! Oh yeah, fuck me up the ass!"

I generally don't talk dirty during sex. I don't even like to use the words 'cock' or 'pussy' when referring to it. Let's face it, it's not terribly romantic controlling a girl during sex, so I prefer not to compound it by talking that way. On the other hand, if Melinda wants to use that kind of language of her own volition, who am I to say no?

Since her request has been made and duly noted, I roll on the condom and take aim. Pressing forward, the head of my erection slowly presses through her sphincter. It's a tight fit and I have to push pretty hard, but she loves it. She gasps from the sensation, and then shudders as I slowly, determinedly work my way in to the hilt. She's amazingly tight and warm this way and as I begin to slowly thrust in and out, I know this one is going to be a monster.

Gradually, I pick up the pace. Her body is now accommodating my massive intrusion and Melinda is slamming her ample bottom back to meet my increasingly hearty thrusts. Soon the sound of slapping flesh fills the bathroom. After the exertions of our earlier coupling, it's taking me a while to build to a climax. I actually have to stop a couple of times to add more lubrication. At last I can feel the heat building in my groin. It won't be too much longer now.

I let Melinda know what I'd like her to do as I get closer and closer to my climax. She grabs the bottle of lube and makes ready. When I finally slide past the point of no return, I pull out and rip the condom off as she spins around and kneels in front of me. Melinda quickly deep throats me again, using her newfound skills, and slides two nicely lubricated fingers up inside me in one swift motion as I blow my wad down the back of her throat. I'm sure my release is only a fraction as powerful as what I made her feel earlier, but I shudder so hard that I have to hold onto the shower's handicap rail to keep from falling over. I wouldn't be surprised if my moan is heard in the next room. Still, I'm careful to keep up the Charm.

At last I'm finished. I reach down and help Melinda to her feet, drawing her into a relaxed embrace as she holds my rapidly softening manhood in her hand. She turns the water on us and we snuggle for a few minutes under the warm spray until the last of my nerves returns to normal. I exit the shower first, dry off and dress while she cleans herself more thoroughly.

I pack a full complement of women's toiletries in my bag to allow a girl to look her best when she reappears in public. Sometimes I like to watch as they do their preparations, but this time I kick back and review a bit of our videotaped action on the tube while Melinda makes herself presentable, happily humming some tune or another. Heck if I know what it is; I don't follow what kids are listening to now days.

She's just applying the final touches with the blow-dryer as I finish loading the car. On the way back to the mall she reaches over and massages my thigh.

"Thank you for a wonderful time, Jim," she says, her face beaming, "that was by far the best sex of my life. I'll remember it forever."

She will, too. I know that wherever she goes, whenever anyone mentions great sex, she'll think of me. She'll never tell a word of the story to anyone – I've planted that suggestion strongly – but she'll treasure the experience in her heart for as long as she lives.

In the three or four hours since I picked her up, the mall parking lot has cleared out a bit, and the space next to Melinda's beat-up Corolla is empty. I pull in and with an effort, look her her squarely in the eyes. They're blue, I notice.

"I had a great time today, Gorgeous. I hope you did too?"

She nods emphatically, her face beaming.

"Wonderful." I change over to a conspiratorial tone. "Let's keep our time together as our little secret. I'll always remember you." Yeah, right. I'd like to, but there are just too many.

"It was, like, totally awesome!" she gushes.

Perfect. It's now time for the parting words I've chosen for her. The major improvements for her future life were made back at the motel room, but I like to leave a surface memory as well.

"You're one of the most wonderful girls I've ever met, Melinda. You don't ever need to worry about what other people think of you. You should only be with guys because you really like them, not because you want to make them like you. You deserve the best things this life has to offer, and if you work hard for them, you'll get them."

She doesn't ask if she can see me again; she instinctively knows that this has to be a one-time deal. I lean over and give her a gentle goodbye kiss. Melinda kisses me back, then opens the door and leaves me with a smile.

As she drives away, I gradually ease up on the Charm. When she stops at the end of the row, I release her completely. Through my binoculars, I can see the confused look on her face as she cranes her head around, looking for me. After a few seconds she gives up and drives away.

When I hit a woman with my Charm, she sees me as her ideal of the perfect man. Now, with the Charm off, I could walk up and start a conversation with her as if we had never met. That is, if she didn't run away in disgust.

I actually do make it a point to look up most of my girls a few months after dating them, just to make sure that I haven't caused them any harm and to make sure my suggestions are working. Of course, I have to turn on the Charm so I can be sure they'll talk to me. Naturally, that gets them all hot to make it with me again. It's really too bad that I can't let that happen.

The girls I follow up with generally show no signs of any harm. Much the opposite – I've gotten hundreds of them to quit smoking, stop binge drinking, give up drugs or other addictions, you name it. There are hundreds of kids out there whose moms' suddenly stopped years of physical and mental abuse. I also have the police tip line on speed dial. Not for little stuff, but I have no sympathy for people who sell drugs to kids.

I'm thirty-seven years old and have had carnal knowledge of 2,549 women, including Melinda. (I'm a professional day trader who's very meticulous about record keeping. Of course I've tracked them all in a database!) Nevertheless, I think I've done some real good in this world during that time. I'm a basically moral person, and the good I do for my girls and the people around them is what allows me to internally justify what I get from them in return.

I know it sounds perverted to talk about having sex with women without their free-willed consent as a morally positive thing, but for at least the last seventeen years, every last one of them has left me thinking that they've received a very special gift. (Before that? Well, we'll get around to that in just a bit.) I don't have to do any of the extra things that I do to make the experience positive for my girls. If I was a real cretin, I could leave each of them with the conviction that they'd been brutally raped and would never enjoy being with another man again. Or I could clean out their bank accounts and ask them to jump off a bridge. They would do it cheerfully if I asked them to.

So decide for yourself whether or not I'm any better than you would be in my position.

It started one fateful day when I was twelve. I woke up with my first wet dream and a strange new power over women. The wet dream was confusing enough – I was too ashamed to ask my mom about it – but being able to get women to do things, just by slipping into their minds and willing them to? Now that was just plain freaky.

At first I didn't know how to control it and I almost went nuts. Girls were acting so strangely around me. Soon, though, I recognized and learned to control my new talent.

During my junior high and early high school years, I only used it for kissing and a bit of light petting. My mom always told me that sex was something that only married people should do. I wasn't convinced, but she had her own experience guiding her on that one – I've never met my dad.

It was only after I turned eighteen and finally realized how many of my classmates were doing it that I took the plunge. I bought a twelve-pack of Trojans and quickly started to type names, dates and ratings into my Apple II E. I was back for my next twelve-pack in less than two weeks.

I've never heard of anyone else who could do what I do, and I frankly have no idea as to what makes it work. I tried to bring it up with my mom one time, but she looked at me like I was crazy. I immediately pretended that I had been joking and never brought it up again. I've never dared ask a professional about it. There's that whole CIA/guinea pig thing again.

I found it so easy to get girls this way that I never got around to attempting to date in the more normal fashion. I've always been socially awkward, to put it mildly, and had never had much of a social life anyway, so I looked on my talent as a welcome gift. Heck, when I turned the Charm on even my nearly debilitating stutter went away. Now I didn't need social skills.

As I got some experience, I learned the hard way about the rules to dating with Charm.

First, I can never let anyone she knows see us together. The person they see her with is not the person she thinks she's with. I've had to make a run for it a few times when a friend has walked up to ask about the ugly guy she's with. I can only affect one mind at a time; this means my dates are strictly private, one-on-one deals.

Second, I can never allow myself to lose the handle. If I let go, even for a second, she'll see a totally different, but equally gorgeous man when I reapply the Charm. Why is this? My pet theory is that the face she puts on me forms in her mind the moment I turn on the Charm. Turning the Charm off and then back on again gives her subconscious a chance to redraw my face in a different image. The confusion this causes isn't pretty! 

This also makes it impossible for me to use my talent to have a long-term relationship. I can't hold a girl for more than a few hours at a time. It took me a while to learn how to keep part of my mind focused on Charming her while doing other things. Later, it was second nature, like breathing. It's only during orgasm that I really have to be careful. Being male, my multi-tasking abilities are somewhat limited.

Third, I can never sleep with the same girl twice. Somehow, the second time around, she's able to break free when I climax. My theory here is that I send out a highly recognizable vibe when I ejaculate while using my Charm. Getting the same vibe from a 'different' man blows the illusion. At that point, they become completely immune to my talent. I made that mistake three times before I finally figured it out.

Try to explain to the most popular girl in your high school how you suddenly went from being Billy Dee Williams' sexier little brother to being that pale, rat-faced white boy from her third-hour Honors Biology class. Especially when you're buried in her privates up to the hilt and shuddering from an orgasm. That one got me beat up later by her linebacker boyfriend.

Fortunately, I can reliably discern whether a woman has experienced my Charm in the past, so I haven't made that mistake again. Being Charmed leaves an indelible, if evidently completely benign, mark on a woman's mind. I can even discern whether we've had sex or not. Good thing, too. With that many women, I'd never keep them all straight.

Learning about the fourth, and last rule is what got me into the biggest trouble. It's not particularly related to my talent, it's more just human nature. Very simply, I can never, ever, ever tell anyone about my talent. The way I learned this is a story unto itself.

A few months after I bought that first pack of rubbers, I stupidly told my friend Greg all about my Charm. Greg, like me, was a social outcast. He was almost as ugly as I was, but faced the added disadvantages of being very short and pudgy. He didn't have my talents, either. I hadn't become quite the cipher that I am now, so I had been able to maintain a friendship with him all through junior high and high school.

At first he refused to believe me, but when I pulled over and talked Cynthia Walker, the cutest girl in our second-hour American Government class, into sitting between us on the bench seat of my car, he became a believer. He talked me into trying to help him lose his virginity on his upcoming eighteenth birthday by getting him into a threesome. I'd already nailed Cynthia, but there was a hot college senior that I'd had my eye on. It sounded like a great plan when we put it together.

I caught Jill alone in the dorm parking lot when she got back from her evening swim team practice. After applying my Charm, she was happy to join me in my rusty Oldsmobile wagon. We talked for a bit so that I could establish that she met my qualifications. She giggled as I slipped a blindfold over her eyes. 

My girls always enjoyed playing the "Blindfold Game". I did that a lot before I could afford to rent a motel room. They always thought it was fun, and it meant that they wouldn't get an inconvenient flashback if they ever happened to drive by my house later. 


A Meeting of Minds



My mom worked the swing shift, so I could usually get away with driving the girls right into the garage in the evening. I wasn't taking her to my house this time, though.

After getting the high sign from Greg, I checked to make sure that the coast was clear and took her inside his folks place. We had a two-hour window before they were due home. I led Jill up the stairs to Greg's bedroom, as nervous as if this was my first time. The thought of getting naked with a girl while someone else was watching was nerve wracking. 

I carefully guided our blindfolded conquest-to-be down the hall and into his bedroom. I noted that Greg had actually taken the time to clean the place up for once. Greg was standing in the corner, doing his best to remain silent, per my instructions.

"Okay Jill, I'm going to take your clothes off now," I told her. Boy, was I smooth back then!

"Oh, I feel so naughty," she giggled, actually blushing under her blindfold.

I turned her to face Greg and slowly pulled her baggy sweater up and over her head. Jill kicked off her own shoes as I lowered her skirt. I realized that I was doing a strip tease for another guy, only using Jill's body as an intermediary. Just weird. What the heck, though, it was his birthday present after all.

I moved behind her and unhooked her rather unnecessary bra. Jill was barely a B-cup, and that was being generous. I slid the bra off of her shoulders and cupped her small mounds from behind, showing them off to Greg. He actually had his hand over his mouth to try and stay quiet. I don't know if he realized that his other hand was rubbing his crotch.

I slid my fingers down the front of her panties and ever so slowly slid them down her smooth thighs. Jill was a very athletic Asian-American girl, average height, with strong shoulders and legs. Her naked behind, pressing up against my bulging Levi's, was a solid, but shapely, mass of well-toned muscle. In my mind, her slim hips and very taut stomach more than made up for her small breasts. Her nipples were large and very hard by now. All in all, I had picked up a fine girl for my buddy to lose his cherry with.

Jill was nude now but for her blindfold, so I turned and began to kiss her. She returned my kisses with a great deal of passion, if not skill. In just the three to four minutes that we were locked in the embrace, her technique improved radically. The poor girl had obviously had very little experience at this. 

"Okay Jill, it's your turn. You can undress me now," I told her. We had considered having her undress Greg, but at his height of only five foot three, I had worried that she might be able to tell that it wasn't me. Jill undressed me as efficiently as possible for not being able to see me. This early in my career I hadn't mastered the control necessary to have a girl do it as provocatively as I do now. 

At last, I laid Jill down on the bed and I felt between her legs. She gasped as I touched her. She was nearly hairless, with just a small patch of silky black curls. I began to massage her labia as she squirmed excitedly, then I slipped the flat of my finger down into the crevice of her lips. I slid my finger lower to collect some of her moisture and spread it thickly, clear up to the center of her pleasure. Greg's eyes never left her crotch as he removed his clothes.

At last I began to caress her clit, gently at first, then with more pressure as her level of arousal increased. Impatiently, I gave her a quick mental boost that sent her over the edge. Jill's body went rigid. Her orgasm was fun to watch.

As she came down from her peak, Greg moved in close to watch. I worked one, then two fingers up inside her. With lots of lubrication now, I spread her labia wide with the fingers of one hand and caressed her sweet insides with the other. Greg had never seen a naked girl before and I could tell that he was having a hard time containing his excitement. I'd warned him to not make a peep. 

Still holding her wide, I motioned for him to go ahead and touch her. Her lips were engorged from her orgasm of a minute before. He eagerly reached out and started to feel all of Jill's wonders. His face was like a kid at Christmas, but I could feel that he was being way too rough with her, poking and prodding where he should have been massaging and caressing. He frowned at me when I motioned for him to be gentle, but he did ease up some. 

At last, I felt she was ready. I motioned for Greg to move back while I positioned myself between her legs. Per our agreed upon plan, I would get her warmed up and ready, then we would do a quick switch. After applying the mandatory latex, (I've never had sex without a condom, even the first time) I slowly began to enter her. She was exceptionally tight. She gasped with pleasure completely on her own, my Charm not necessary. But, after inserting a couple of inches, I realized that we had a problem here.

On the ride over, Jill had told me that she wasn't a virgin, but that she'd only had sex once before and it hadn't gone well. She said that she had been wanting to try it again, but her heavy schedule of classes, swim practices and meets kept her too busy for a serious relationship. I had proposed doubling her count of sexual partners. Naturally, she had agreed eagerly. 

Now, tonight's festivities had been thrown into doubt. Jill thought she had already lost her virginity, but she was wrong. I knew a cherry when I felt one.

Well, what should I do? I had taken several cherries from classmates early on. Hey, someone had to be first; I hadn't given it a second thought. That had changed, though, the day that I got to overhear a conversation that any of my male classmates would have killed to catch a piece of.

I was sitting in study hall behind one of those freestanding room divider panels, happy to be by myself, reading a sci-fi paperback. I was the only one in the room and when the gaggle of senior girls trooped in, they didn't realize I was there. I listened to their blather with half an ear – until the conversation shifted to confessions about their first times.

All but one of them claimed to have had intercourse at least once. One of them said she had lost her cherry to a football player in the back of his dad's Cadillac. Another one had gotten blind drunk at a frat party over at the college and had been gang banged. She only knew the names of two of the eight guys, neither of them was the one that had been first. Amazingly, she didn't seem to mind, blaming herself for the whole thing.

One of the girls got really quiet and told the sad story of how her twenty-seven year old cousin had talked her into it. She hadn't even understood what he was talking about until it was too late. He wouldn't stop even when she begged. It had hurt so much and left such a bad memory that she was still trying to work up the nerve to try it again. She hadn't ratted him out, but she hated him for it.

One of them told a tale about her first time that was so patently ridiculous that I almost started laughing. She obviously had a very fuzzy concept of what a man's genitals look like. I made a mental note to educate her that weekend. 

I was starting to loose faith in normal people's ability to have decent sexual relations. But then the fifth one talked about how she and her long-time boyfriend Rob had finally agreed to do it. He had spent a month's wages from his part-time job to take her out to one of the finest restaurants in town before the Homecoming dance, then to a room at a fancy downtown hotel afterwards. She said that he hadn't rushed her and when they finally made love, he was so gentle that it hadn't hurt much at all.  

She proudly told her friends that Rob had been a complete gentleman and when they got back in his car, he had pulled out a ring and asked her to marry him. She'd said no, she wouldn't be ready for that for years, but he wasn't upset. They were just good friends now, but they'd had the most romantic evening of their lives and would both look back on fondly on it for the rest of their lives, she said. Even her cynical friends seemed to be moved. It was so sweet that I actually wiped away a tear.

But as she finished her tale, it suddenly occurred to me which one of them it was doing the talking. It was René from my fifth period Calculus class. Oh shit! I had slept with her, but when was it? I searched my memory and realized that she was one of the three girls I had Charmed during my busy Homecoming weekend. I had managed to snag one each evening, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. René obviously wasn't Miss Saturday, she'd been with Rob, but which had she been? Friday or Sunday? I decided that I didn't remember any blood, so she must have been Sunday's entertainment.

Whoa, that had been close! I hadn't cared at the time whether or not René was a virgin and hadn't asked her. While Charmed, she certainly wouldn't have brought it up herself. I had almost taken her virginity the day before their big date! I sank a little lower in my chair.

When they got to the one that I had deflowered, the poor girl drew a blank.

By her silence, I guessed that she was trying to sort out in her mind what to say. There was no way she would tell them about her amazing experience with the tall, blonde stranger who looked just like Shawn Cassidy, but she couldn't honestly say she was a virgin either. Finally, she just mumbled something about how she couldn't talk about it. The other girls teased her about it unmercifully, the way teenage girls do. I felt awful for her. Between her confusion and my near theft from René, I vowed right then and there to never to use my Charm on a virgin again.

So maybe I shouldn't take Jill's cherry tonight. On the other hand, Jill thought she'd already had sex. I could read in her mind that she felt that she wasn't a virgin anymore. When she talked about her first time with her friends, that would be what she talked about, not what we might do here. Too bad, because I could tell that her first time had been pretty bad. She deserved better.

Then it occurred to me that perhaps it would be okay if I let Greg go first. They could lose their virginity together. Greg was my friend, and it would be a great birthday gift for him. My first time had been with another virgin, so it seemed only fair. It would be easy enough to do and...

No. 

Jill was a virgin and she was going to stay that way until the next time she voluntarily spread her legs for someone. I wasn't going to be involved in any more deflowerings. Poor Greg, he was all worked up for nothing, but maybe there was something I could do.

"Jill, you're still a virgin," I told her as I slowly slid out of her, leaving her hymen intact. I settled down next to her and took her in my arms. She got a puzzled look on the part of her face I could see around the blindfold. So did Greg. "I thought you said you had done this before," I told her.

"Well, we kind of did, but he came before he could get all the way inside. He was so embarrassed that he left and never talked to me again."

"Jill," I told her, "he evidently didn't go in far enough to count. Jill, I think that you should wait until you're with someone you really care about, not some guy you just ran into." I made it a strong suggestion. I could now guarantee that Jill's first time would be with someone special who had gone out of his way to treat her like a queen. 

Greg's face was now the very picture of devastation, but I figured I knew how to appease him. "We can do some other things though, Jill. I want you to have a good time," I told her.

"That sounds like fun" she giggled.

I rolled the condom back off and had her kneel on the floor, still wearing her blindfold. I stood in front of her and guided her mouth to my erection. With just a slight mental suggestion, she opened her mouth and took me inside. I instructed her mentally, and within a minute she was doing yeoman's work, especially considering that this was her first blowjob. I motioned for Greg to come over and stand next to me.

"Hang on a second, Jill, I'm going to open a window. It's getting stuffy in here."

I pulled out, walked over and opened the window. I walked back towards her and right on cue, Greg stepped forward and she eagerly took him into her mouth. He gasped at the sensation. His voice, height and the size of his erection were all different than mine and it took a bit of work on my part to convince her confused mind that nothing strange had just happened.

Poor Greg had never so much as kissed a girl before, and Jill's ministrations were just too much. He came in her mouth after about fifteen seconds. I was worried that he was going to cry out, so I put my hand on his shoulder to get his attention and motioned for him to stay silent. I cried out for him.

At my mental suggestion, Jill swallowed for all she was worth. Only a small trickle ran down her chin. She quickly caught it with her finger and scooped it back in. She then cleaned him off thoroughly.

"Oh God, Jill, you are amazing," I gasped, standing right at Greg's shoulder. I had him step back and I got her to her feet and kissed her. Eew! She tasted of Greg's semen! I hadn't considered that ahead of time. I barely managed to control a shudder of revulsion.

I didn't think that Greg would be satisfied with just a blowjob, so I did something that I had only tried a couple of times before. I had Jill stand up, then bend over and place her elbows on the bed. As I caressed her lovely behind, I leaned over and whispered in Greg's ear.

"Go get some Vaseline!"

His eyes got huge again, but he did as he was told. The amusing part was that the jar was in the top drawer of his nightstand, hidden way in the back. He was now so horny that he didn't care if I knew.

I smeared some of the stuff around and began to massage her tight little hole with my finger. Slowly, I began to work my finger inside. At my suggestion, she relaxed and I slid two fingers inside. I stroked her for a minute or two, rolling on a new condom with my other hand. I motioned Greg to do the same. He was already hard again. At last, I felt Jill was ready.

Placing my manhood to her tight little hole, I slowly applied more and more pressure. I mentally encouraged Jill to relax and interpret any pain as pleasure. Her happy moans got a lot louder as my head pushed inside. Soon I was stroking to the hilt and Jill was slamming back to meet me and crying out in excitement. I could see that Greg was anxious to try this, so I decided I'd let him slip in and work to his completion and then go back and finish myself. I quick thought up an excuse and pulled out of her, willing her to an orgasm as a distraction.

"Hang on just a second, Jill," I told her, "My rubber's slipping. There, that's better."

As she shook with her release, I had Greg step in. After getting her to crouch down a little for hem, he hesitantly pushed a little. Nothing happened. I motioned for him to push harder. He did and when his smallish member popped into her, his eyes got huge! He enthusiastically buried himself as deep as he could reach and his face almost went into shock. I can only imagine what it would be like for a guy's first penetration to be in a girl's tight, virgin behind while she's having maybe the best orgasm of her life. He experimentally started to stroke in and out and gradually found a rhythm that worked. Jill needed very little encouragement to imagine that it was still me inside her.

Greg was stroking with confidence now. He held on tight to her hips and went after it like a rabbit. They went for a couple of minutes while I moaned words of passion to her. It looked like everything was going to be all right, then it all went straight to hell.

Without any warning, Greg pulled out of her and, guiding himself with his hand, started to push into her vagina. I was so shocked that it took me a second to react. I grabbed him and pulled him out and away.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? She's a virgin!" I whispered to him angrily.

"Yeah? So am I! You told me I'd get to fuck her and that's just what I'm gonna do!" His eyes were filled with lust; he knew what he wanted and he was going to try and get it. He tried to pull away from me and get back to the wonderful behind that was staring us both right in the face.

"Not if I'm around, you won't." I grabbed him and we struggled, slamming up against the wall. I was strong enough to keep him away from her, but I had no clue as to how to resolve this.

"Who on earth are you?" a feminine voice said.

Greg and I both turned and looked. Jill had turned around and was sitting on the bed, calmly looking at him with a puzzled look, the blindfold in her hand.

"Greg," I hissed "you'd better get out of here or we're both in a bunch of trouble." With the force of my admonition and the odd look on Jill's face, he came to his senses and took my advice. Grabbing his pants, he scurried out the door. Somehow, I hadn't lost the handle on her. I sent a calming vibe her way, then sat down and took her in my arms.

"I'm sorry Gorgeous, he just burst in here. That sure was rude of him, wasn't it?" She nodded her head.

"I don't think I like him," she told me earnestly.

"Well, let me tell you what you can do. Just forget you ever saw him, okay?" I was doing emergency work in her head, corralling all of the ideas that might make trouble for her later. I sure hoped this was going to work.

"Okay, I think I can do that."

I held her gently for a couple of minutes while I finished making adjustments. At last, I figured she was going to be all right, but I sure wasn't going to risk it by continuing our sexual encounter. I was suddenly feeling very protective of her; maybe as a result of the first gallant act I had ever done for one of my girls. It felt good to have been able to give a girl her virginity back instead of stealing it away from her.

"Well, Gorgeous, I sure had a fun time tonight, did you?"

"Oh yes, Jim. It was sensational!"

I gave her another kiss, and then we quickly got dressed. I blindfolded her again and got her out to my car. Glancing back at the house, I could see Greg looking daggers at me from his window. This wasn't good.

I walked Jill up to the doors of the dorm, said my goodbyes and let her walk in by herself. She turned and waved at me through the glass, giving me a big grin and blowing me a kiss. I blew one back. Whew! It looked like she was going to be okay.

The next day at school wasn't as good though. Greg was still furious at me. I tried to get him to see reason. After all, I had got him his first blowjob, and it couldn't have been too bad doing Jill up the butt. I reminded him that I couldn't do the same girl twice, but he pointed out to me that I hadn't come and thus I could bring her over to his place again. I hadn't thought about it that way, but he was right. Somehow, though, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Part of the problem was that I had done a patch job on Jill's mind and was afraid to disturb it before it had time to firm up. The much greater reason was that I had gone sweet on Jill. Though I knew I wouldn't be the man in her life, I wanted to be her protector.

I promised Greg that I'd set up another girl for him, but he just had it in his mind that Jill's cherry belonged to him. Finally, when he realized that he wasn't going to change my mind, he seemed to calm down and see reason. He agreed that what we had done was enough. We agreed to that we'd try the same thing with a different girl that weekend.

I thought the incident was behind us until I got a call that evening from a police detective. It seemed that Greg had gone downtown and told the cop a story of how I was using mental powers to rape women. For a second, I thought I might be in trouble, but then the detective laughed.




A Meeting of Minds



"I was only calling you to let you know that he'd been here. There's nothing to his wild little story that I need to know about, is there?"

I thought furiously. I may be painfully awkward face-to-face, but I'm quite good over the phone. "Only that his girlfriend dumped him for me. I guess he just doesn't want to believe that she'd leave him of her own will. Of course she dumped me right away and went on to the next guy," I lamented.

"I remember going through that kind of thing back when I was your age," he said with another laugh. "Well, I sent him packing. I don't think I'm going to bother with a report on this one," he said.

"I really appreciate that, sir," I told him. "Greg's going through a pretty rough time emotionally right now and the last thing he needs is legal trouble. I'll see if I can talk some sense into him."

"You do that, Son. Thanks for being so cooperative," he said and hung up.

Jeez, Greg must have been pretty angry with me.

That was it; my talent was now strictly for my own personal use. What worried me was what Greg might do next. 

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Sure, he wanted some revenge on me, but what he really wanted was Jill. He didn't know her last name, but he knew she was on the college swim team. It wouldn't take much of a detective to find her. Part of the work I'd had to do to repair the damage he'd done had included the instruction that she hadn't even seen him. For the next few days, her memory of that night would be in a pretty delicate state. If he found her, that could do some real damage. I had to stop him!

I raced over to the dorm and haltingly asked for her at the front desk.

"I'm sorry, but an ambulance took her to Mercy Hospital a couple of hours ago."

"The ho... ho... hospital? What ha... happened?"

"Well, I wasn't here at the time, but they say she had a nervous breakdown."

I got to Mercy as quick as I could. Jill had mentioned to me that her family lived out in San Francisco, so I knew they couldn't be here yet, but I'd better hurry. Once they got here, they'd probably sit in with her day and night. I needed to get her alone to repair the damage soon or it might become permanent.

According to the front desk, she was in the psych ward. I was up there in record time. Nurse Ratchet was sitting at the desk, guarding the ward's entrance.

"I'm sorry young man, but we only allow family to visit on this wing," she told me archly.

"I'm her... her little brother."

She raised a bushy eyebrow at me. I don't look Asian in the least. I said the first thing that came into my mind.

"I'm adopted. We're not b... b... blood relations," I stuttered. This was a particularly weak argument since this was back in the days when interracial adoptions generally only went the other direction. 

"I'm sorry, young man, but I'll have to see some ID," she told me imperiously. My chances of getting in to see Jill were looking pretty poor. I needed another plan. I felt my back pocket and faked a look of dismay.

"Oops, I left my wallet in the c... c... car. I'll be right back." Her expression told me that she didn't believe a word of it.

I hid out in the restroom for a few minutes and then walked back up to her desk again, turning on the Charm this time. I don't like to use it for this kind of thing, but I was out of options. She looked up and her eyes went wide. 

"Hi, I'm here to see Jill Hsueh. I'm her uncle."

She stammered for a second. Hopefully, being Jill's uncle would give me a wide enough age range to fit whatever faces the nurse was seeing. I was just glad that my Charm had worked. With her looks, I had seriously considered the possibility that she was really a man in drag. 

"Why certainly sir. Um, but do you know something strange? There was a young man here just a few minutes ago that claimed to be her brother. He didn't look anything like her at all. Stuttered like all get out, too. I called security about him. He had this huge birthmark," she said, pointing to the right side of her face, "So he ought to be easy to find." 

I saw a guard walking down the hall toward us, checking rooms as he went. He'd be here soon. I wouldn't be fooling him. This was getting sticky now; I had to think fast.

"Oh, that must have been my nephew, Larry. I just saw him in the hall. He said he'd chickened out because he's not sure he can deal with seeing her this way."

"Oh, I'm so sorry about that. I'll call and cancel the search," she said, reaching for the phone. "Her teammates left for their practice a few minutes ago. You can go right in. Just hit the buzzer when you're ready to come out."

"Thank you very much, Ma'am. You've been wonderful." She blushed and batted her eyes at me.

I found Jill's room and peeked through the tiny little window set into the door. Jill was sitting up in bed, blankly watching Sesame Street on the color TV in the corner of the antiseptically bare room. I would have thought that the staff had more sense than that – Sesame Street could put adults here! I turned on the Charm as I walked in, turned off the sickly sweet blather on TV and pulled up a hard plastic chair. 

She was so far gone that the appearance of an impossibly handsome stranger didn't even register in her eyes. She was nearly catatonic. It took me a while to get the story out of her. 

Evidently Greg had somehow gotten up to her room and asked her to let him complete the act that they had begun a few days before. Of course she had no memory of having sex with some dorky looking little high school boy and asked him to leave. He refused and stayed in her face long enough to where she suddenly did recognize him. 

The problem was that, apparently, only parts of it came back. It set up some kind of feedback loop in her mind that she couldn't resolve. (Computer analogies don't really explain it well, but I'm not a psychologist.) Eventually, her mind just shut out the outside world as a defense.

I worked with her until she was back on a more or less even keel. I got her to see that the awful boy who had burst in while she was with Jim had been his roommate. He was a bad person to have come back and done this awful thing to her.

As Jill's full function came back she asked me who I was and how I knew all this. I told her that Jim was a friend of mine. I told her that Jim was desperate to come see her, but had taken a trip out of town and had asked me to come and make sure she was okay. I was desperately making it up as I went along, but with some gentle touches on her mind, I got her to believe me implicitly. Finally she seemed like she was going to be fine.

Visiting hours were ending, so I advised her to get a good night's sleep. She slipped into a restful slumber quickly and I released her. It was a decent fix, but again I was worried about her long-term mental health. 

Fortunately, a different nurse was on duty as I walked out. She was officiously explaining to a middle-aged Asian couple that visiting hours had just ended and they'd have to come back to see their daughter in the morning. Man, that was close!

The first thing I did when I got out of there was to go look for Greg. I wasn't going to allow this to happen again. I checked the gas station where he worked evenings, but they said he'd gotten off a few minutes before and had started to walk home. I caught up with him about a block from his house and waved him over to the car. He looked rightfully nervous about getting in with me, but did anyway. Neither of us said a word as I drove him into the alley behind the local grade school.

He got out when I did. I walked around to his side, but when he saw the look on my face he started backing away.

"Come on, man. I just went to talk to her!"

I got right in front of him. He backed away from me until he bumped up against the car. I stayed right in his face. "I warned you to st... st... stay away from her, Greg."

He was really scared now. He hadn't ever seen this side of me. Neither had I.

"Don't do this, man. I'm your best friend, remember?"

"I don't have any friends," I hissed. My stutter was forgotten. Greg's eyes were huge with fear. He knew he was in deep trouble now. I didn't make him wait.

I hit him in the gut, hard. I may be a dweeb, but I'm a strong dweeb. The wind rushed out of him and he bent over. He stood right back up, though, when he took my knee to the face. He was only half conscious now and didn't even try and defend himself, but I showed him little mercy. I left his face alone now, but held him up against my car and beat him until there was no strength left in my arms. 

I hadn't hit anyone since grade school, but this was a special occasion. He had callously hurt someone that I was starting to really care about. I was absolutely insane with rage. Finally, I grabbed him by the shirt collar and pulled his rolling eyes to within inches of mine. His broken nose was streaming gouts of blood.

"If you ever go near her again, I'll know it and I'll kill you," I told him. I was quite serious. "Do you understand me?"

Greg managed to look at me and nod. I shoved him hard and he piled up against the outside of the playground fence. I got back in my car and drove away down the alley. In the rearview mirror, I watched him stagger to his feet and head for home. 

After I pulled into the garage I sat in the car and cried like a baby. I had just beaten the holy snot out of my only friend over a girl that I had been willing to rape just a couple of days before. What was wrong with me?

Greg never went near Jill again, but he never spoke to me again either. I had lost my one friend in the whole world. I've never bothered to look for another. Who needs them?

Jill was released from the psych ward the next day when the doctors decided that she'd made a full and miraculous recovery. I was still worried about her, though. This was all my fault! It would have been easy to walk away, she had no clue who I was, but I felt I owed it to her to make sure that she was going to be okay. I decided on a plan of action.

For the next three weeks, Jill met a different gorgeous hunk every weekend. The funny thing was, the only thing that these handsome strangers wanted to do was sit and talk for a couple of hours. 

For the first part of each encounter I only controlled Jill's mind long enough to evaluate and adjust her. Each time I found her mental state to be more and more stable. Then I'd ease up on the Charm and talk to her in her free state. She was bright and friendly and had a great sense of humor.

After the first session or two, she was back to normal. Better than that, actually. There were a couple of other issues that had been holding her back for years, but they were easily resolved. This was the first time I'd ever made permanent changes in someone's personality and I was taking it very slowly, just little bits at a time. It had worked well and she was past actually needing my help. 

The reason I kept seeing her after that was simple. I had fallen head over heels in love with her. I couldn't stand the thought of not seeing her. Sadly, though, I knew it had to end. If I kept this up, it might start to cause problems for her.

Before what I had decided would be our final session, I debated with myself over whether or not I should sleep with her. Part of my brain said that since I had put in a lot of effort above and beyond what was necessary, I was entitled. Jill also seemed to genuinely like me when we talked.

But again I decided that it just wouldn't be right to take advantage of her like that. I had convinced her to wait for someone special. A serial rapist didn't qualify, so she would go unmolested, but I just had to see her one last time.

That evening I intercepted her as she came out of her last class of the day. It took very little Charm to get her to agree to come with me. We went for a bite to eat at this little diner on the other side of town that I had heard was good, but not particularly popular with students. It was unlikely that we'd see any of her classmates there.

After one last check to confirm that her mind was good to go, I eased up and we started to get to know each other again. Something was somehow different this time, though. I was about to go back in to see what it was, but before I could, her face got serious and she asked me a question.

"Ken, (I'd had to come up with some new names for my new faces) I'm sure I've seen you several times now. We haven't had sex since the first time. Aren't we ever going to do it again?"

I almost dropped my fork. "What are you talking about Jill? We just met."

She smiled a big conspiratorial smile. "Oh, come on Ken, if that's what your name really is. You somehow look very different on the outside every time I see you and you pretend to be someone else, but after last Friday I thought it through. It's the only logical explanation. I was almost expecting you to show up after class tonight. It's been you all along, hasn't it?" 

Jill had me dead to rights. I guess I had let my emotions allow me to show her too much during our dates.

I considered going back in and stomping down this development, but no, she had already been through too much. Monkeying with her mind now would be like that third plastic surgery on Michael Jackson's face.

"How did you figure it out?" I asked her gently. "And by the way, it's Jim." Okay, that's not quite true, but I was used to answering to 'Jim'.

"It was bunch of little things," she said, "but mostly it was that car of yours. How many men who look like models from the pages of GQ drive beat-up station wagons?"

You could have knocked me over with a feather. My stupidity was monumental! How could I have overlooked something as obvious as that? Maybe I had just been blinded by my feelings for her, but now it was time to come clean.

"Jill, I have this little mental trick I can do that makes women see me as someone I'm not. What you see each time is your mental image of your ideal man. I look nothing like that."

She thought about this for a while. "You know that your explanation is completely beyond the realm of sanity?"

"I don't know what I can do to make you believe me, but it's the truth."

"Oh, I believe you all right. It's exactly what I was expecting. It's the only explanation that fits."

I must have had my mouth hanging open. This girl had powers of logic beyond any I'd ever seen. I could feel her mulling over something I'd just said. At last she spit it out.

"So my image of perfection changes week by week?"

I managed to find my voice again. "As far as I can tell, a women's vision of her perfect man changes with her mood. But when I work my little trick and you see me, your image of me doesn't change until the next time I do it." She thought about that for a bit.

"It's more than just your appearance though, isn't it? When I started thinking about it, I decided that there was no way I would've had sex with you twenty minutes after meeting you, even as gorgeous as you were. You can control more than just how I see you, right?"

"I can influence your mind directly," I admitted, completely ashamed of myself, "but I'm not doing it now, except to mask my appearance."

Jill's beautiful brown eyes looked me straight in the face. She was taking my words at face value. For some unfathomable reason, she didn't look upset.

"Jim," she said, "I know I should really be angry at you. What you did to me that first night was inexcusable!" 

I nodded, unable to even meet her eyes as she continued.

"You know something though? Over the last few weeks, I've come to know you well enough to understand that you didn't mean to hurt me. You somehow fixed me in the hospital and during these conversations, you've made me feel better about life than I ever did before we met. I'm doing much better in school, my ability to focus is ten times what it was and my friends all say they really like the changes they've seen in me. It's like a weight that I've lugged around with me for all my life is now suddenly gone."

I was almost speechless. "Jill, thank you for being so understanding. I don't know what to say."

Jill took a deep breath and went on.

"I hated myself for getting naked with Kyle. He was such a jerk, but he guilted me into it. I really wanted to save my virginity for someone special. When you were with me that first time, you explained to me that I was still a virgin and that I should keep it that way until I met a guy that really cared about me." Jill hesitated as if making an important decision. "Jim, it would have been so easy for you to just use me and walk away. Instead, you've given me a whole better life as well as returning my virginity to me. I'd like nothing better than to give it back to you as my thanks."

My mouth was probably hanging wide open. After all the awful stuff I had put her through, she wanted to reward me? I could tell that this was her honest, non-coerced decision, though. She'd had time to think about it.

Jill went on. "Jim, the only condition is that I get to see the real you."

Oh.

As much as I wanted to believe that love could conquer all, even at eighteen I knew that this was a relationship that had a very limited future. I knew how it would turn out if she saw my face and I didn't want that for us.

"Jill, you'd want that blindfold back if you saw what I really look like. Have you noticed the looks that the people around us have been giving you?"

Jill nodded. "Yeah, it's weird, like they don't think I should be here. I've been worried that it's a racial thing."

"No, they're trying to imagine why a girl who looks like you would be having an intimate conversation with someone who looks like me. If you really want to give me a gift, let me keep my mask. I want you to remember me as you see me now, not as the thing I am underneath it."

She thought about it for a bit.

"I'm not going to see you again, am I?"

Jill was one of the most perceptive people I've ever met. I reached out an took her hand. "Jill, you're the first girl I've ever really loved. It's going to hurt, not having you in my life. I'm going to remember you fondly forever, but trust me on this; there is no future for us."

She looked at me and smiled through her tears.

"Well then, Lover, if we only have one night, let's make the most of it."

I led her into my bedroom. She had insisted on wearing the blindfold on the drive over, saying that if we had to end it tonight, she'd better not know where I lived. I liked her sense of practicality. I sat her down on the bed and removed her blindfold. She looked around at the posters and other paraphernalia typical of a teen's room. Her surprise was transparent. She obviously hadn't even considered the idea that a man who looked like me might be living at home with his mom. 

"How old are you Jim?"

"Eighteen. And a half."

She laughed, but it wasn't a cruel laugh. "I would have pegged you at thirty."

So she liked older men. Interesting.

I had gotten a crazy idea in my head as we had driven over. I was tired of using my Charm on her. The thought of going without it entirely was terrifying, but I desperately wanted to be completely natural with this girl.

"Jill? If you put the blindfold back on, I'll stop using any of my talent's. I want this to be just us."

She thought about it for a few seconds. "How about if we just turn off the lights? I'll put the blindfold back on when we're done."

"Let's see if it's going to be dark enough," I told her, liking the concept of being with her with nothing but the darkness between us.

I turned off the lights while Jill closed the blinds. It was nearly pitch black in the room and I could barely make out her outline. She walked up to me and took my hands in hers.




A Meeting of Minds



It was time. With an effort that would be similar to purposely pissing in my pants, I let her go. My grip had been so light that she didn't even feel it. I was committed now. For the first time in my life, I was alone with a girl without the crutch of my Charm.

Suddenly, I was scared. The artificial confidence provided by my special talent was gone. Now I was just a shy, awkward eighteen-year-old kid. What was I expected to do? In the last five months since I had had intercourse for the first time, I had performed every one-on-one sex act I had ever heard of, and a quite few that I had dreamed up myself. The girls had loved every last one of them. A Charmed girl is a happy girl! The problem was that I hadn't ever had to work to please a woman before. What if Jill didn't like having sex with me?

"Jim? Are you all right?" she asked, concern in her voice.

I decided that honesty was the best policy.

"Uh, I'm sorry, Jill. It's j... j... just that, um, I d... d... don't know if, uh..." I was stuttering so hard that I came to a stop, not knowing how to say what I was feeling. Jill seemed to sense what the problem was.

"Jim, it's okay. I'm not expecting you to put on a big performance for me and I'm not going to judge you. It's just the two of us here and I'm your friend."

I took a deep breath and willed myself to relax. Her words had helped. I started slowly and managed to put my thoughts together. It all came out in a rush. "Jill, I've never been with a woman without being able to c... c... control everything we did and how much she liked it, but since you come here of your own free will, there's no way I'll use any t... t... tricks on you, but I'm worried that maybe I won't be able to satisfy you this way." She was silent for a bit.

"Let me understand this, Jim; you've never made love with a woman, you've basically just used them for glorified masturbation?"

I wished she were still blindfolded. I was afraid that she could see me blush, even in the pitch black.

I was completely honest. At least my words came more easily this time. "I guess I hadn't looked at it that way b... b... before, but you're right. It's always been about doing exactly what I want."

"So basically, you've never been with a real woman. For all intents and purposes, you're still a virgin?"

Why was she doing this to me? "If you put it that way, yes, I'm still a v... v... virgin." 

"Good. Same for me," she giggled, finding my lips for a quick peck.

Much to my relief, I realized that being with Jill was not going to be a high-pressure experience. I began by lightly returning her kiss. The kissing skills I had taught her weeks before were still there, I was happy to see. I was careful with her at first, being very gentle with her tongue, but she quickly became more aggressive and I eagerly matched her growing passion. 

Out of habit, I reached for the button on her pants, but I felt her hand on mine. 

"Easy, Jim," she mumbled, "we'll have time for that. I don't want to rush this, do you?"

"Sorry, Jill. That's a b... b... bad habit of mine. I'll slow down."

I began to rub my palms up and down her back and she snuggled up closer to me. Oddly, the feel of her small breasts pressing against my chest through her bra and our t-shirts felt more erotic than the partial blowjob she had given me before.

Eventually, she moaned and began to pull my t-shirt from my pants. I raised my arms so she could lift it up over my head and then returned the favor for her. I reached behind her and skillfully unhooked her bra. Dropping it to the floor, I sat back on the bed and guided her to stand between my spread knees. This kind of foreplay was new to me and I was just winging it.

I barely caught myself before attacking her breasts directly. My speech might have been halting, but my body knew from long practice exactly what it wanted to do. Instead, I reached around to begin massaging her back and shoulders again. Her now bare skin was remarkably firm and smooth and felt wonderful beneath my hands. 

I leaned down a bit and began to kiss her belly. She giggled from the ticklish feeling and tried to back away, but I held her close and plunged my tongue into her navel. I tasted lint, but that was more than outweighed by the fun of getting her to squeal and laugh out loud. Hey, this was fun!

She began to get more serious, though, as my mouth began the climb straight upward. I forced myself to take my time, kissing and nibbling, knowing that it was absolutely driving her nuts with anticipation. I finally reached the level of her breasts, but then kept on going. Without surgical intervention, Jill would never have anything remotely approaching cleavage, but I could feel the beginnings of fuller flesh on my cheeks as my lips moved over her sternum.

Jill began to moan with excitement when I reached the base of her throat. Ever so slowly I traveled in an arc, down and to the right, on the way to her breast. Her hands came up and cradled my head, gently urging it on toward its destination, but I was in a groove now and wouldn't be rushed. 

At last I arrived and took Jill's rock hard nipple in my mouth. Her gasp made my erection surge. Her breast was the perfect illustration of the maxim that more than a mouthful is a waste – small, but oh so sensitive. I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of it as I could, relishing the firmness and texture of that glorious nipple. It was like having a direct physical connection to the arousal center of her brain; she actually squealed in pleasure.

After no more than a minute of this, I felt her hands start to fumble with the front of her pants. I decided that now might be a good time to pick up where I had left off. Lightly moving her hands aside, I unbuttoned her pants and slowly slid them down over her hips. One leg at a time, she stepped out of them, careful not to dislodge me from her breast.

I began to massage her bare legs, then her inner thighs. 

The funny thing about this whole scene was that previously I'd been naked with her, run my hands all over the outside and inside her body, received a blowjob from her, plowed her up the butt and had been at least part way inside her vagina. And here I was, far more excited than I had been back then, simply because she was letting me touch her inner thigh. With her panties on, no less! I instinctively understood that the contrast between then and now was the difference between masturbation and sex. Jill had been a glorified blow-up doll before, but now she was my lover, at least for tonight.

Jill's hands cradled the back of my head and held me close to her breast as I sucked on her nipple and continued to caress her inner thigh. Competitive swimming had made her body very firm, but there was still a lot of softness here. My hand crept up until the side of my index finger was lightly touching her lips through her modest cotton panties. She spread her thighs slightly in encouragement. The fabric quickly became sodden with her juices. 

I massaged her outer lips in earnest now and she ground herself against my hand. She didn't protest in the least when I hooked a finger in the crotch of her panties and slid them out of the way. I laid the index finger of my other hand in the crevice of her lips, like a hot dog in a bun, and began to gently saw it back and forth until her outer lips moved out of the way. My finger was bathed in her warm wetness and she shuddered so hard I nearly lost my grip on her nipple.

I began to massage her clit with the base of my finger and seconds later she erupted into a full-blown orgasm. I put more pressure on her clit, but held still as she nearly cracked my head like a walnut against her chest. Eventually, she came down off of her plateau. She took a step back from me and pushed my knees back together. She sat down on my lap, facing me and gave me a big kiss.

I hadn't ever given a girl an orgasm without my Charm before. Boy was I ever proud of myself!

"Oh God, Jim, I've never felt anything like that!" she panted.

"But of course you have Jill. I did almost exactly the same... the same thing the last time. You even got a good-sized orgasm out of it." My stutter had nearly subsided.

"Jim, that orgasm was totally different. It wasn't caused as much by how you were touching me, it was mostly in my head."

"So which one was better?" I just had to ask. She was silent for a while.

"Well, the first one was a lot more intense, but it was kind of strange. It felt like it just came out of nowhere with little relationship to what my body was experiencing. This one was a lot less intense, but it was actually a lot more pleasant. I could feel it building and I knew just where it was coming from. It felt a lot more natural."

Wow, she should have been an English major. She'd put it in a way that even I could understand.

"I'd like to do that for you some more," I offered.

"I'm definitely looking forward to that, but there's something I'd like to do for you first."

"What's that?" I asked her.

"I want you to come in my mouth again. I want to see if it's just as much fun this way."

I almost opened my big mouth to tell her that I hadn't actually come in her mouth before, but then remembered that she wasn't supposed to know anything about how Greg had sampled her.

"Okay, Jill, but I have to warn you that a lot of women don't like that. Or so I'm told." I noted with a start that I had stopped stuttering completely.

She giggled. "That's what I've been told too. I always thought it was the grossest thing thing I ever heard of, but the last time with you felt like a lot of fun. I really want to try it for real."

She wasn't wasting any time, either, slipping off my lap and standing in front of me. I felt her remove her panties and then guide me to my feet. She took the lead now, kissing me on the lips and then slowly kissing her way down my neck, chest and stomach. 

At about this point, I felt her hands fumble with my belt buckle. At last, she pulled my pants, with boxers, down over my ankles and I stepped out of them. Her breath on my bare, surging manhood felt like fire. I resisted the temptation to start probing for her face with it and was soon rewarded by the feeling of her lips on my shaft.

"Hmm, how did you have me do this last time?" she asked rhetorically. "Oh yeah, this was it."

Her lips left me and without enough light to see my hand in front of my face, I didn't have a clue about what she was about to do. Then, without warning, her lips reappeared as an 'O' around me. She plunged in one quick moment until the tip of my erection banged solidly against the back of her throat. I somehow kept from jumping, which was good because Jill had been way too aggressive for her own good and had gagged herself. She was a real gamer though; she didn't back off an inch, but just coughed and gagged right there with most of me in her mouth. I hadn't ever felt anything like that in my life, but putting aside her obvious discomfort, it was fantastic!

Jill recovered quickly and before long was bobbing up and down on me like there was no tomorrow. Of course, this was the way I'd taught her, but she was displaying remarkable skill for only having done this once before. Unfortunately, all of the previous excitement from bringing her off with my fingers had made me a little too ready and I knew I wouldn't last much longer in there than Greg had. 

"Easy, Jill. You're going to make me come too soon if you keep this up," I warned her. This seemed to make her go even faster! Seconds later, I could feel myself sliding past the point of no return. 

"Oh Jesus, Jill, I'm about to come!" She mumbled something back that I couldn't make out, and the vibrations from her vocal cords put me over the top in a big way. "Here it comes!" I warned her again. She didn't back off an inch.

I felt the liquid fire race from my balls and explode down my straining shaft. The first burst shot down her throat, but this was finally too much for her and she gagged and backed off of me. Our only contact now was her hand around the base of my shaft and I had no clue where the rest of my seed was landing. 

Jill quickly got her gagging under control, but a sudden gasp told me that at least one of my projectiles had struck home. Nevertheless, I felt her mouth back around me just in time to catch the last bit of my semen. Her cleanup effort was nowhere near as thorough as when I was calling the shots, but it was even more appreciated since she was calling them this time.

At last, I felt her finish and lean back away from me. Wow, that had been amazing!

"Jim? Do you have any Kleenex or anything," she asked. "You nailed me in the eye." I was amazed at her calm. I'd imagine that most girls would be frantic at the thought of all of those little swimmers doing the backstroke across their cornea!

"Oops, sorry. Hang on a sec, Jill." I quickly felt my way around to the head of the bed where I kept a towel rolled up and hidden down between the mattress and my nightstand. I automatically reached up and turned on the bedside lamp. 

Light flooded the room and I heard a gasp from behind me. I suddenly realized what I had done and hurriedly turned it right back off. I had become so comfortable with Jill that I had let my guard down. At least she hadn't seen my face.

"Jim," Jill's voice said quietly. "You keep telling me about how ugly you are, but what I just saw looked pretty damned good. My sense of touch didn't lie, you obviously aren't anywhere near as bad as you say. Please, will you let me see you?"

I felt my way back to her and handed her the towel. I could hear the soft rustle of her wiping herself off. I kept my silence until she seemed to be done, and then helped her to her feet. For the first time, I pressed her nude body up tight to mine and held her tight. Her arms came around me as I heard the towel drop to the floor. She snuggled up to me and I could feel her relax. She felt so good.

"Jill, the ugly part is the part you didn't see. I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to trust me. It's better that you don't see my face."

I felt the resignation in her, but I could feel that there was another request coming.

"Okay, Jim, I'm going to continue to trust your judgment, but there's something I want in return."

"Just name it, Jill. After what you just did for me, you can have just about anything you want."

"I've never had a man's body at my disposal, to just look at and explore. The few times I've been alone with a guy, he's always had that one thing on his agenda. I was always trying so hard to fend them off that I never got a chance to really find out what a man's body is like."

"Um, wow, I guess it would be..."

"You have a truly fantastic body, Jim. I only saw it for a few seconds, but that's all it took. I want to look at you and play with you until I get my fill. Would you mind?"

I thought about it for a moment. I'd had total control over so many women's bodies that it would be really selfish of me to say no.

"Sure, Jill, if you're sure that's what you want. Just let me hide my face. After that, I'm yours to do with as you will." I took her hand and led her to the head of the bed. I quickly stripped a pillowcase and dropped it over my head. I reached over and turned on the light. 

"Mmm, I think I'm going to enjoy myself. You're quite the stud, Jim."

With the lights on, I could see her outline through the light muslin of the pillowcase.

"Please, Jill, I'm yours to command. I'd be thrilled if you were to use me like I used you." I was serious here; I'd do almost anything for her.

She paused and I could feel her nerving herself up for what it was that she wanted to do with me. 

"Okay, Jim, please lay down on your stomach on the bed, hands at your side."

I complied and she knelt on the bed next to me. Starting at my feet, she started poking and prodding, investigating every inch of me. It didn't hurt and her hands somehow felt like they knew what they were doing – like they had some kind of authority here. It wasn't a massage and it definitely wasn't overtly sexual. As a matter of fact, I had no idea what she was up to.

"Not that I mind it, Jill, but could I ask what on earth you're doing?"

I'd bet money that she blushed, but her hands didn't slow down at all. Suddenly, a glimmering of a clue hit me. I had felt hands like these before. What she said next confirmed it.

"I'm sorry, Jim, but you know that I'm planning on being a doctor. It's been my dream since I was a little girl."

She might have seen my head nod inside the pillowcase had she been looking my way, but her hands didn't slow a whit. 

"I've been so devoted to the idea that I never took much time out for dating and all that. The only human body I've ever become familiar with is my own. I've got some plans for what I want from you, but I want to take this opportunity to see what a man's body feels like before I find out what it can do."

"That's very clinical of you," I said with a laugh.

Jill continued to explore every inch of me, working her way up my back, probing the bulk of my considerable shoulder muscles, and then clear up to the base of my skull.

"Okay, Jim, roll over," she said.

Starting at my Adam's apple, Jill repeated the whole process in reverse, working from the top down. She seemed especially interested in how my nipples hardened at her touch. 

Finally she reached my crotch. I quickly decided that if ever I needed to go see a urologist, I'd make sure to check and see if Dr. Hsueh had chosen that specialty. Her hands were warm and soft, but at the same time, very businesslike. She somehow managed to examine my scrotum, testicles and rapidly re-expanding member in a completely non-sexual way that nevertheless was an incredible turn-on.

Jill seemed especially interested in the engorgement process, squeezing the underside and feeling the inflation chambers as I quickly rose to a nearly unprecedented hardness in her hands.

"Wow, I've read all about this in my pre-med texts, but actually getting to see and feel it happen is an education all its own," she marveled. "What are we going to do about this?"

Answering her own question, she walked on her knees to the head of the bed and rummaged around in the drawer of my nightstand. She didn't seem at all surprised to find a jar of Vaseline and some condoms tucked away in the back. I guess teenage boys are all alike. At least I hadn't had to use the Vaseline in a quite a while. With a few stops and starts, she got the condom unwrapped and rolled over me, then smeared a thick layer of Vaseline over the top. Throwing a knee over me, she guided my erection up against her tight little anus.

I couldn't believe what she was about to do. "Jill, this is supposed to be about what you want, not what I want. To be honest, I don't even do that very often."

"That's okay," she said "this felt so good the other night, I just have to know if it was your mind that made me feel it, or if I'd like it anyway." With that, she began to experimentally wiggle her rear end around on top of me. I was so stiff by this point that with a little judicious adjustment of her body position, I felt her working me inside her without the necessity of either of us using our hands. Eventually, I felt my head press inside.

I couldn't make out the look on her face, but the hitch in her breath told me that she was feeling the stretch. She stopped for a moment.

"Are you okay," I asked her, thinking that the pain would put her off.

"I'm trying to decide if I like this or not."

"If you don't, then stop. I wouldn't want you to do anything that hurts you." 

Jill might be wondering about whether or not she wanted to continue, but there was no doubt in my mind what I wanted. Her warm tightness felt so good that I wanted more, a lot more. It was all I could do to hold still and not thrust myself deep up inside her body.




A Meeting of Minds



"No, I think I'm going to go through with this. You can't really know until you've gathered the complete experience." 

I liked her attitude.

Jill slowly but surely sat back, and in one smooth movement, impaled herself on my manhood. She gasped and then started slowly moving up and down.

Whether it was because of the sensation of her tight rectum squeezing and caressing me, or the ability to concentrate on what she was doing without having to control it, this was probably the most erotic thing I had ever experienced. I slowly began to rise and fall to meet her strokes.

We went on like this for a couple of minutes without saying anything. She gradually picked up the pace to where she was moving pretty quickly, if not actually bouncing on me.

"Jeez, Jim, this really isn't bad, but I just need something more."

Without a word, I reached down to her crotch and positioned my right hand so that her lips were lightly rubbing the back of it as she went up and down. Steadily, I moved in to where there was more pressure. Jill leaned forward to apply even more and I could feel her juices coat my hand and start to run down my fingers. She was so wet!

"Oh yes! That's it. I wanna to fuck your cock and hand at the same time!" Jill's usual precise diction was out the window now. I hadn't ever heard her use this kind of language before. She was bouncing up and down with abandon and rubbing her mound against the back of my hand.

It wasn't but a minute or two later that her breathing became even more rapid and her stroking slowed. She was grinding her clit hard onto my hand now.

"Oh God, Jim, I'm gonna, uh, gonna, gonna, oh...! Oh God, I'm coming!" she shrieked and bucked her hips back and forth so hard that I was afraid she was going to snap my erection off at its base. She stopped stroking and leaned forward and started kissing me, right through the pillowcase. She desperately reached down and tried to lift it away, but I grabbed it with my free hand and kept it where it was. 

Jill gave up on that idea as I grabbed her in a bear hug with both arms, holding her tight until her orgasm faded. My soaked right hand left a slimy patch of her juices on her back. Finally she collected herself enough to reach up and turn out the light. I didn't protest this time as she tossed the pillowcase off of the bed. Her moist lips found mine and we kissed desperately until she was able to speak again.

"Jim, if I had known that sex could be this good, I'd have been screwing every boy in Chinatown when I was fourteen. Thank you so much."

"Jill, I don't want to throw clichés around, but it was most definitely my pleasure. I've never experienced anything like that before." Yes, I was being completely honest this time and I'm sure she knew it.

"Mmm, glad you liked it," she murmured and snuggled her head down on my shoulder. She almost appeared to go to sleep. I was still buried pleasantly deep in her behind. I hadn't come and she felt so good inside that I stayed hard. I would have thought that it would be uncomfortable for her, but she seemed to treat my erection like a security blanket, occasionally squeezing me and wiggling her slim little hips to make sure I was still in there.

Eventually, Jill sat up and ever so slowly lifted herself off of me. After the warmth of her body, the room's air was cool on my manhood. Fumbling around in the drawer, she found another condom and replaced the soiled one. Lying down at my side with one leg thrown lightly across me, she whispered in my ear.

"Jim, I've been a virgin for twenty-two years. That's way too long. Can you fix that for me?" 

Is the Pope Catholic? Does a bear...? 

"I'll bet I could help you out with that, Jill," I told her. Then more seriously, "How would you like me to do this?"

"It's my gift to you, Jim. I had fun using you, now I want you to take me any way you like."

I decided that if what she had just done was me being used, I'd like to be used a lot more often. My response was in the form of a gentle kiss.

Jill was ready and I was ready, so I didn't feel any need to delay. I had Jill roll over onto her back and positioned myself between her legs. No need to get fancy, here. I felt her take my manhood in her hand and place me right at her entrance, eagerly awaiting my entry. Ever so slowly I pressed myself into her. As my head pushed inside, I began to stroke just a little at a time, bathing myself in her sweet juices as I gradually felt my way closer and closer to her barrier. 

Eventually, I came up against her hymen. Despite his best effort, my ex-best friend Greg had failed in his mission to deflower her. I pressed against it and Jill winced. I knew this was going to hurt her. Then I had an idea.

"I don't want cause you pain, Jill. If you want, I can use just enough mental power to take the hurt away."

She didn't even think about it. "No Jim, I want to feel everything. Please, do it quickly."

"Okay, Jill. I'm going to make you a woman now," I whispered to her. I backed up just a bit and then thrust forward hard. I felt her membrane tear away as I entered her deeply. She cried out in pain, just once, then was silent. I continued to press forward until I was buried completely. I withdrew a ways and then thrust forward again, and then again.

Slowly Jill's hips picked up my rhythm and began to meet my thrusts. Soon, we were moving as one, as much dancing as making love.

"Jim, oh God, Jim! This is so good! I don't ever want to stop!"

Fortunately, between the condom and the fact that I had come once already, I felt like I could indeed do this for a good portion of forever. After a while, the thought of changing positions occurred to me, but was quickly dismissed. There wasn't any way it could get better than this.

Jill's back suddenly arched and she cried out her now familiar sounds of ecstasy – only more so this time. I pushed myself in to the hilt and ground against her clit, taking her even higher. Her nails were like daggers in the small of my back, desperately trying to draw me in even deeper. At last, I could feel her sliding down the other side of her climax and began stroking again. I don't know how long we went, but I heard her cry out four or five more times before I could feel my own time growing short.

"Jill, I'm going to come inside you soon," I groaned.

"Jim," she panted, "this has been the best thing I've ever felt, but I want you to nail me with all the special power you've got when we come. I want to feel the ultimate!"

"Are you sure?" I managed between ragged breaths.

"Please, Jim, I've just got to know what it's like." Jill had an intensely inquisitive mind, but in her position, I guess I'd have wanted to know too.

"Okay, Jill. Here it comes!"

My climax could no longer be denied. Jill started to have another orgasm and I diverted just enough concentration to slowly ramp up the Charm. I could feel how much of her orgasm was real and just supplemented it, wanting it to feel as natural as possible. Finally, I was giving her everything I had, right at our mutual peak. It was perfectly timed and huge. I'd never given a girl everything before. She screamed out loud as my semen filled the condom, then went silent.

I collapsed down onto my elbows, doing my best not to put too much weight on her. Could two people ever have better sex than that? I seriously doubted it.

"Thank you Jill," I told her, kissing her lips. 

There was no response.

"Jill? Are you okay?" Still nothing. I realized that I couldn't feel her breathing underneath me and frantically felt her neck, searching for a pulse. Nothing.

Oh my God! She was dead!

I rolled off of her, not knowing what to do and trying not to panic. I didn't know CPR and the paramedics wouldn't be able to get there in time to do her any good. It was up to me, so I did the only thing I could think of.

Focusing my talents on her, I plunged deep into her mind, searching for her.

The usual earthy, rich feel of a woman's mind was fading fast inside Jill. I didn't have much time.

<Jill! Jill! Where are you?> 

Nothing.

<Jill! Please! Where are you?>

I was desperate now.

<Jill!>

<Mmm, I'm over here,> Jill slurred. Her voice was slipping away.

<Jill, please come back! You can't go!>

<But it's so warm and comfortable here.> 

I needed something that would get her attention. Knowing her basic humanity as well as I did, I did the only thing that I figured had any chance of stirring her back to life.

<Jill, I'm scared. Please come back. I love you Jill. Please don't leave me!>

<Oh, okay. Where are you? I can't see you; it's so dark here. Oh, there you are.>

At last I could feel her presence near by. I mentally took her by the hand and led her back out of the warm and comfortable – but deadly – place she had burrowed into. In my physical ears I suddenly heard giggling from the outside. I pulled myself out of her mind completely.

"I just had the strangest little daydream," she said, a wonderfully relaxed tone in her voice. "I dreamed that making love with you was so good that I just up and died from it. You even had to come to me and bring me back to life. Hmm, maybe it wasn't a dream. Maybe it really did kill me with pleasure. I could live a hundred years and never begin to tell you how amazing that was." 

"I'm just glad I could save your life," I told her, trying to put a playful note in my voice.

Jill's voice took on a curious tone. "In my dream, you said something to me. It was exactly what I was going to say to you at the time. I just came back too fast to say it to you."

"What was that?" I asked. I knew what she was talking about. I couldn't believe I had even thought the 'L' word. After all, tonight was the last time I would see her.

I could feel her shake her head. "It was so clear just a minute ago, but now it's gone."

Dreams are like that, but just as well, I thought to myself. It was going to be hard enough to let say goodbye without either of us using that word.

"But thank you so much for 'making a woman' of me," she continued. "I can't imagine a better way to do it."

An impulsive thought came to me. It was silly and I wasn't sure if I dared. I would be putting her sense of humor to the test. This was a sophisticated college senior I was laying with after all. What the hell, I decided to run with it.

"Jill, there's a little ritual we have to complete before you're really a woman."

"Oh really, I hadn't ever heard of such a thing."

"Just lay back. It has to be done by the man. I'll perform it for you."

She giggled. "Okay, lay it on me, Mr. Master of Ceremonies!"

I felt down between her legs and gently inserted a finger inside her as deep as I could reach. Her breath sucked in, but she didn't resist. Pulling my finger back out, I felt for her face in the dark with my other hand, then painted a line with my wet finger, right across her right cheekbone. I repeated the whole process for the left. 

"Jill Hsueh, by the authority vested in me by the fact that I just took your cherry, I pronounce you Woman." 

I licked my finger, faintly tasting her blood, and kissed her on the mouth. She didn't even flinch at the flavor. We continued to kiss for a long time, our passion spent, but neither of us willing to let the evening end. Finally, she rolled over and looked at the faint glow of my wind-up alarm clock. I looked as well. 12:15. Oh shit!

"Oops," I said, "Jill, my mom gets home in about a ten or fifteen minutes. I need to get you back to the dorm." 

She giggled, but got up off the bed. "Cover your head," she said. "I need to freshen up a bit." I pulled a pillow over my face and she turned on the light. Following a playful slap on my butt that made be jump and almost lose the pillow, I heard her gather her clothes and head into my attached bathroom. When I heard the door close, I gathered my own clothing and headed for my mom's bathroom, my softened manhood and condom slapping back and forth against my thighs.

Five minutes later, I was washed and dressed and standing outside my bathroom door.

"Jill, I'll give you a choice. You can wear the blindfold, or meet a new man when you come out."

After a second, Jill replied, "Well, I always like to meet new people." I applied just a little bit of Charm as she opened the door. She was dressed and her long, straight black hair was back in place, but there were two faint red stripes on her face.

"You missed a spot," I told her with my new face. The ceremonial marks were actually quite symmetrical. My aim had been pretty good for being in the dark. 

Even forewarned, Jill started a bit as the total stranger talked to her with my voice, but she adjusted amazingly fast. She leaned forward and kissed the beautiful stranger lightly.

"They'll come off in the morning. I need to tell my roomies about my ceremony first, though," she said with a shy little grin, "they'll be so jealous." 

My heart was hers.

I drove her back to campus. Again, she waved goodbye through the glass doors of the dorm. What wouldn't I have given to be a normal looking guy? Jill was one in a million. I'd had the best evening of my life, but I knew that my affliction would never let me be with her again. At one time I was both on top of the world and lost without hope.

I went many weeks without using my Charm, just pining for my lost love. I was tempted to call her on the phone and maybe see if we could do the same thing again, but what would that have accomplished? The only way we would ever be able to have a decent relationship would be if she could learn to accept my looks. And my age. And the fact that I lived at home with my mom. This was a woman who was going on to medical school in the fall; she didn't have time for a lovesick teenager in her life. 

Yes, these were all reasons why it wouldn't work, but I had felt something while I was with her. Somehow I just knew that there had to be a spark of something special between us. I loved her, and I was certain that at least for a moment, she had felt the same way too. Maybe she was desperately trying to find me and tell me that she wanted me, whatever my looks. Finally I convinced myself that I just had to try to find a way to make it work. It was going to take all the courage I had.

I knew that Jill usually hung out in the student lounge at the college on Saturday nights, so I dressed like a college student and headed on over there. The looks I garnered as I walked in I chalked up to my face, rather than my age. I'd be going off to business school in a few months myself.

From across the room I spotted her. She was standing next to the pool tables with a couple of sticks in her hand, looking like she was waiting for someone to ask her to play. I knew from our conversations that she was something of a pool shark and liked to scare up games from strangers. This was my perfect opportunity; I wasn't too bad a player myself. If I could get her to shoot a game of pool with me, it would break the ice and maybe she would be able to get beyond my horrendous face.

Her head was turned toward the bar as I walked up behind her.

"Hi, I'm Steve, (I think I said Steve) would you like t... t... to like to play a game?" My stutter had returned the day after I had last seen her. She turned to me with a neutral, yet friendly look on her face, but that changed when she got a look at me. She didn't have to say a word, the instant revulsion was plain to see. 

She didn't actually say, "Beat it, you beast!" or "Eew, get away from me!" Her expression did it for her. She managed to be somewhat more tactful with what she actually said.

"Sorry, I'm here with someone." Jill turned around, dismissing me without another word, and sure enough, a man stepped away from the bar, heading towards us with a couple of beers. This guy looked like an Asian film star. Tall, handsome, built like an athlete. This was the kind of man that Jill belonged with, I thought to myself, not some escapee from a horror film. I turned and beat my retreat.

In the tinted mirror wall behind the video games I watched the reflection as he set the beers down on the side table. He wrapped an arm around her and gave her a kiss that was remarkably intimate for the setting. She returned it enthusiastically. I turned my eyes away, it hurt too much to watch.

Then, just when it couldn't have gotten any worse, the Rod Stewart song on the jukebox ended and I overheard a snippet of what she was saying to him. 

"... believe that geek actually walked up and..."

The rest was lost to a Mark Knopfler guitar riff as my all-time favorite Dire Straits song came on. To this day, I'll turn the station if I hear Sultans of Swing.

But that was lost to me for the moment as I sprinted out to my car. The big-block V8 roared, but didn't provide it's usual comfort. I left the parking lot in a cloud of burnt rubber.

I found myself driving out Highway 34 at high speed, the old Vista Cruiser bouncing and floating alarmingly on its worn suspension. Through my tears, I could see that the speedometer was pegged at 120 mph as the 455 sang its song. I wasn't sure how I'd gotten here, but as I approached the long, easy turns that swung the highway out around the feedlot, I realized what my subconscious had been planning for me. 

In my more depressed periods, I had imagined killing myself by crashing my car into something solid. The bridge abutment near the middle of the oncoming S curve had always been my personal favorite. Built in the forties without much care for what might run into it, it formed a nearly perfect straight-on concrete wall to cars that crossed the centerline and went off the outside of the corner. At my speed, they'd need dental records to ID me.

Did I really want to do this? I found that my subconscious had been a good mirror for what was really on my mind. In the last eight months I'd raped several dozen girls, beaten my only friend to a pulp, and found that the one love of my life couldn't even stand to see my face. My pitiful life was going to end in the next twenty seconds and I found that I was perfectly okay with that.

But as the bridge came into view, there was a complication. A little Datsun was puttering along in the oncoming lane and it looked like it would be in the path of my car when I made my death swerve across the road. I was ready to kill myself, but not at the cost of an innocent person's life. I switched into his lane, believing that he would swerve into mine to get out of the way, but it was like he never even saw me. 

Too late I realized that at my speed and with the radius of the corner, I wasn't going to be able to get back to my side of the road in time. As the little car loomed large in the windshield, I flicked the wheel to the left and went off of the outside of the turn, missing him by inches. As I flashed by on the shoulder, I saw a sight that fills me with cold horror to this day. The driver wasn't a he, but a she, her eyes wide with fear. There was also small child, standing on the passenger seat. In a wink, they were gone. 

Instinct had kicked in now and I was actively trying to save my own life. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough traction available on the gravel shoulder to make the corner and I was still traveling well in excess of 100 mph. I felt the wheels travel up the embankment and then the car was doing terrible gyrations, spinning high the air in a crazy series of barrel rolls. I could feel my body wadded up against the side window by centrifugal force, but then the window gave way and I flew free. The last thing I recalled was the tall, ripe corn, coming up to meet me.

The crash left me with a compound fracture of my left femur, a mild concussion and a thoroughly wrecked car. Jill had left me with a broken heart. It was no contest; Jill had hurt me much worse than the crash did. Unintentionally, she had completely kicked my emotional legs out from underneath me. That experience affected the way I felt about women for a long time. I decided right then and there that if I couldn't find love with a woman, I'd just make up for it by having sex with even more of them. 




A Meeting of Minds



I also vowed that it would be the kind of sex that I wanted. None of this sensitive, make the girl feel warm and fuzzy kind of thing I'd done with Jill. I was going to get what I wanted and screw whether they enjoyed it or not!  

When I went off to college it exploded into a full blown sexual frenzy. I went on a sex binge that would have astounded Larry Flint. 

My wagon had been replaced by one of those custom vans that had been popular back in the seventies. It had mirrored windows, a bed, a raised roof and best of all, privacy. It was perfect for my purposes.

I quickly worked out the technique that I use to this day, picking up lone women in the parking lot. I didn't bother with motel rooms or conversation or any of that stuff, though. I just stripped them naked in the van, then laid them down on the bed and had my way with them. When I wasn't studying or sleeping in the dorm, I was boffing one girl or another in my van. Previous intercourse was my only prerequisite for them. Somehow, I just couldn't get myself to violate my rule about virgins, despite how I felt about people of the female persuasion. 

It got to the point that I cared only about the number of girls that I violated. On the weekends, I made it with as many as eight in one day. I kept track of how many, but whom they were was absolutely immaterial to me. I couldn't have cared less about the quality of my encounters. I wanted to fuck all of them! I was limited only by how many times a day I could achieve an erection. 

As time went by, though, I started to run low on women in this small college town. More and more of the pretty women I approached bore my mark. My standards had to slide. I started Charming girls who were not near as physically appealing. Eventually, I ended up with some of the real appearance-challenged. With some of them, I might even have had a shot without my Charm, if I had been so inclined.

I wasn't. 

The pool of experienced girls in this category was limited, though, and soon I was running out of prospects.

It all came to a head one evening when I was so horny that it hurt. I had hit on three girls in a row, but recognized all of them as being previously Charmed. Finally my frustration built to a peak. I was desperate.

I spotted Amanda Clark, a cute girl from one of my freshmen classes the semester before, walking across the library parking lot. As I rolled up, I remembered that I had Charmed her early on, but that I had released her because her lack of previous experience. Yup, a virgin.

That had been a few months ago, though. Maybe she had gotten lucky since then. Looking like she did, I'm sure it would have been easy for her if she'd wanted to. Amanda was just my type. Tall and slender with brown hair and eyes. She was dressed conservatively in a casual pink blouse and knee length skirt, which strangely has always turned me on far more than revealing clothing. I went ahead and Charmed her again.

As she hopped up into the passenger seat, she had a playful grin on her face. 

"Hi, I'm Jim," I said.

She giggled and said, "Hi, I'm Amanda."

I didn't waste any time on any more meaningless pleasantries.

"Amanda, are you a virgin?"

"Of course, Jim," she said, her voice bouncy and cheerful despite the heavy dose of Charm I was giving her. "There's no way I'd ever do it without being married. It's an important part of my religious beliefs. Besides, I'm saving it as a special present for my husband on our wedding night."

Boy, wouldn't my mom have been proud of a girl with morals like that! I was about to congratulate her and send her on her way again, when something inside me snapped.

Amanda represented everything that I could never have. She was bright, sweet and very beautiful. She was saving herself as a gift for the kind of man that nature had dictated I'd never be. Damn, I wanted that gift for myself!

"Amanda, we're going to do something that's a lot of fun," I said, parking the van at the far end of the lot and drawing the curtains across the front windows.

"Okay, that sounds great."

This whole situation was something that was so far out of her normal realm that I had to use a lot of Charm to convince her. But at this point, I was raging against a world that had left me out in the cold. Amanda represented that world, and I was going to wreck my vengeance on it through her!

I pulled her with me to the back of the van and roughly yanked her skirt up over her hips and laid her on her side on the bed. I was so angry and frustrated that I made no attempt to slide her panties down her legs; I just reached down and ripped them off of her.

I lifted her upper leg up to my chest and then bent it as far as I could toward her shoulder to open her up to me as much as possible. I must have been using way too much force because I heard her whimpering in pain even through the heavy blanket of Charm I was smothering her with. I upped the Charm to it's maximum and she quieted down.

I knelt on the bed, my engorged member hanging out of my fly but otherwise fully clothed, and straddled her other shapely thigh. I scooted up until I was close enough and then, without even checking for her readiness, I placed the head of my raging erection against her and shoved hard, intending to take her cherry with one brutal thrust. I was shocked when I got only a couple of inches in. Amanda was as dry as a bone! 

This was unprecedented. Girls under the influence of my Charm were always wet and ready! 

A wooden voice spoke from the other side of her up-stretched leg, "Please, Jim, I need you inside me now." 

I looked at Amanda and saw a vision that haunts me to this day. Her expression said she was just dying to have me screw the daylights out of her, but her liquid brown eyes had become windows into her own personal vision of hell. She knew. Even through the heaviest layer of Charm that I could muster, she somehow knew that she was being brutally raped.

My rage and anger immediately dissipated, replaced by shame and revulsion for what I was doing. I immediately pulled out and lowered her leg back down. Helping her to her feet, I smoothed down her skirt, tucked myself back into my pants, then took her in my arms and held her close.

"Oh God, Amanda. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

I could sense her confusion. The part of her that I had influenced knew that she had been about to have screamingly good sex for the first time and was disappointed that I had stopped. The true part of her soul that had bravely fought back against all odds was rejoicing in its relief.

There was no part of me that didn't feel like a complete and utter scumbag of an excuse for a human being. I was damned! I found myself rocking her in my arms, crying like a baby and begging for her forgiveness, over and over again. I had eased up on the Charm, but only a little. Instinct wouldn't have let me release her without conscious effort. She was free enough now to know, though, that I had tried to do something bad and was sorry. Amanda wrapped her arms around me and held me close.

"It's okay Jim, whatever it was, I'm sure you didn't mean to do it." I wasn't bidding her to say this, it was coming straight from the uncommon goodness of her soul. Her forgiveness drove the knife even deeper into my heart. How could I have even considered hurting a wonderful person like this?

As we slowly rocked each other, I worked to ease her pain and smooth over the rough parts of what had happened, wishing that she could do the same for me. By the time I was done, all she would remember was being picked up by a very handsome, but rude guy who had groped her, but then had had a change of heart and let her go. I made absolutely sure that she knew – as I did – that her wedding night present was still safely wrapped and suitable for giving.

As she hopped out and walked to her car, she turned and gave me a shy grin. She got in and drove away as I released her. My shame was now complete. I vowed to never hurt a girl again.

I didn't use my Charm again for a long time.

My tryst with Melinda was pretty typical of how I've done it since my last year of college. I had gotten back into my dating groove by making sure that I never made it with a girl who wouldn't have considered having a one-night stand. This cut down on my prospects, but there was a lot less guilt that way. I wasn't looking to notch my bedpost; I just wanted occasional female companionship.

I used the experience I'd had in helping Jill to enrich each of their lives. All of us have internal hang-ups that hold us back from being all we can be. Most of them are pretty basic, but since we've lived with them all our lives, we're often blind to them. Lord knows, I've got my share! Having access to their minds from an outside perspective, it was easy for me to make the small changes that made a big difference in their lives. I still didn't get close to them like I was with Jill though. I swore I would never actually love a woman again.

My life has now settled down into a routine that I'm satisfied with. Sure, I'm lonely sometimes, but I was born something of a loner and my looks have only reinforced that. I work from home, so I don't even need to leave my house often. I don't feel the need for companionship in my personal life. 

After the debacles with Jill and Amanda, I've made no attempts at dating in the normal fashion. There's no way I'll risk that kind of hurt again. I have my talent to satisfy my sexual needs, so I have no real complaints. 

At least that's what I'm thinking as I shift my car into reverse, preparing to back out and leave the mall's parking lot. With sudden inspiration, though, I decide that it might be a good change of pace to actually go in and grab a late lunch in the Food Court. I haven't actually been in the mall in years, vastly preferring the anonymity of drivethroughs and Internet shopping, but being with Melinda has put me into an expansive and confident (for me) mood. 

Swallowing my trepidation, I walk in through the big glass doors and straight to the counter under the Golden Arches. My social anxiety may be at an unusually low ebb, but in no way am I confident enough to order from an establishment where I'm not familiar with the menu. 

The pretty girl behind the counter hands me my change and slides the tray to me with a polite smile. I mutter my thanks, unable to meet her eyes, and head out in search of an open table – hopefully one that's not too close to other people.

It's at this moment that I lay eyes on a vision. She's the most radiantly beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life!

Never mind Melinda, this one takes my breath away. She's maybe thirty years old, tall, with a slender but athletic body that looks more like twenty-one. She has beautiful, thick brunette hair, my personal favorite. Her breasts are high and round, but not huge, fitting her slim but feminine form.

Beyond that, her face is a revelation. It's like a cross between Audrey Hepburn and Sandra Bullock, if that makes any sense. Not the haughty, sexy look that a lot of guys like, but more like the clean, friendly proverbial girl-next-door, completely honest and flawless. My heart is gone.

She's putting in her order at the Taco Bell. As the teenage girl behind the counter hands her her salad, they both chuckle at something funny. Miss Radiant's face breaks into a smile that I swear lights up the whole Food Court. Oh my God, she's incredible!

I quit doing two-a-day's after Amanda. By now it's rare that I'm with two girls in the same week. But this woman immediately makes me decide to break out of my routine. I'm sure I'll die if I don't get to date her.

I keep an eye on her as she takes her tray and heads for an empty table. The way she moves is incredibly sensual, not that exaggerated supermodel walkway strut, but subtler and completely irresistible. She could teach a leopard a thing or two about grace. 

She's wearing a simple gold necklace and earrings, but no other jewelry. Her conservative mid-calf dress somehow displays her figure more provocatively than anything they have at the Victoria's Secret outlet just down the way. I've never seen a woman who was so tailor made to my desires.

With the excitement, though, comes a sense of profound depression. A woman like this wouldn't give a guy like me the time of day under normal circumstances.

Normally, being able to have any woman I want is enough to keep me satisfied, even if it's only for a few hours with each. I've even been able to come to terms with the fact that I'll always wake up alone. Now those limits are killing me. I'd gladly give up my talent for a chance to spend more than my allotted few hours with this girl.

I'll be damned, though, if that's going to keep me from passing up the little time we might spend together.

I carry my tray toward her table, turning on the Charm as I walk around from behind her. 

"Hi, I'm Jim. Would you mind if I sat with you?" I almost melt under the pure glory of her smile.

"Sure. That'd be great" she says. "It's nice to meet you Jim, I'm Lisa."

As we eat, we talk. Normally, I ask the questions, limiting them to the ones that will allow me to quickly decide if it's safe to continue. With Lisa, I want to savor every moment. I try my best to make the conversation as believable as possible. I want my memory of her to be perfect. To my surprise, I'm don't have to work all that hard at it. 

Talking to Lisa is very easy. Anyone eavesdropping on us would see two people getting to know each other, delighted to be in each other's company.

Lisa is thirty-two and amazingly, has never been married. She hasn't dated in a while, but says she wants start again. So far so good. She lives by herself in a townhouse in one of those new upscale developments out on the fashionable west side of town.

I find myself telling her about myself, something I do as little as possible with other girls. I want her to know me like I'm getting to know her. I'm still careful, though, not to tell her anything that will allow her to identify me later. 

I suddenly realize that our food has been gone for a quite a while. We've been talking for over an hour, my rule about being seen together in public forgotten. She apparently picks up on what I'm thinking.

"Jim, I'd like to get to know you better. Would you like to come over to my place for a drink?" 

Sometimes my Charm has them jumping ahead of me, but that's okay. They always happily yield to my suggestion of the motel room. 

"Sure Lisa, that would be great," I find myself saying. Lisa is so different from any other woman I've met that I want to learn everything about her. I figure that her place should be safe enough if we drive straight into the garage. After all, the motel room isn't even prepped anyway. I also decide that we should use her car. I don't want her neighbors asking her any questions about mine later.

The tinted windows on her late model Audi ease my concerns and we pull into her garage without incident.

What happens next is like nothing I've ever done with a woman before, even with Jill. Drinks forgotten, she eagerly leads me to her bedroom. We stand at the foot of her bed and kiss, fully clothed, for what seems to be an eternity. He lips are firm velvet. Her slim, yet strong body presses against mine. I put aside all of my usual rush and bask in the sheer ecstasy of being here with her.

"Oh God, Jim, it's been so long. This is so good!" There are actual tears running down her face.

I'm concentrating on meeting her passion with just my body. The only thing I'm using my Charm for is her perception of my appearance. Anything she says to me now is coerced. Not since my one night with Jill have I so desired to please a woman. Lisa's natural response is turning me on in ways that I haven't felt since then, maybe not ever.

At last we undress each other, taking our time. It's soon revealed that Lisa is as perfect in body as her flawless face has indicated. I want with all my heart to please her. For once I'm willing to put my own satisfaction aside to put her desires first. Reading her innermost thoughts, I discover her sexual fantasies. 

Lisa likes to make love slowly. For her, touch and massage are a huge part of the experience. I want to indulge this need of hers lavishly. Querying her, I find some scented massage oil in her nightstand, noting the birth control pills sitting in the drawer next to the bottle, and after stripping the bed down to the fitted sheet, I lay her face-down and begin to give her a massage.

Starting at the nape of her neck, I begin to work the oil into her skin, using very light pressure at first, but then more as I receive feedback from her mind. Soon, I'm giving her the exact massage she's always fantasized about. The smoothness and elasticity of her skin belie her age; Melinda's teenaged skin had nothing on Lisa's. In some areas I probe deeply with my thumbs or the heels of my hands, others receive just a light caress. I can feel the relaxation spread through her body as she learns to trust what I'm doing. I can tell that she has no clue how I'm divining her desires so exquisitely, but she's willing to accept and enjoy it.

Her shoulders are well muscled but fantastically feminine, her back a wonder of soft curves and planes, the detail marvelous. Her buttocks are beautifully round and firm. I take extra time to do a deep massage on every inch. She moans with relaxed pleasure as I give her rosebud a quick rubdown with my fingers.

I massage one leg, then the other, wrapping my hands nearly all the way around her smooth athletic thighs, just brushing her labia in passing. She's so relaxed that she doesn't even flinch. After a deep kneading of her feet, I have her roll over and work my way up her front.

Neither of us is saying a word, I can tell exactly what she needs and she's busy soaking up all the attention I can give her. We seem to be in perfect tune with each other. Her eyes are closed as if she's asleep, but I can feel the pleasure she experiencing. As I work my way over her knees and up her thighs, though, I can feel her tense in anticipation. 

I'm not planning on focusing on that area just yet, but I don't totally ignore it either. As I massage her inner thighs and the front of her hipbone, she almost involuntarily spreads her legs a bit and I lightly caress her delicate mound for a moment. My middle finger just slips down between her lips as I draw my hand up across them. She's very warm and wet. Lisa sighs in pleasure as I continue upward. Her torso is lithe and shapely without being in the least bit skinny.

Her belly is taut and well muscled, yet with just the right about of soft rounded curve. Finally, I approach her wonderful breasts. They're firmer than I would expect for a woman in her early thirties, not large, but proud enough to stand up nicely, even in this position. Her nipples are erect, framed by perfectly round, yet small aureoles.

I begin to caress all around the outsides of her wonderful mounds, not strictly massaging now. I'm enjoying myself immensely and I can tell that she really likes having a man do this for her. At last I cup her breasts in my palms, feeling the perfect fit and the hardness of her nipples. I tease them a bit, causing them to stand up even more, but then move on.

I end with a deep massage of her shoulders and a light facial. Lying down on my side next to her, I kiss her some more and lightly caress her breasts. This all feels so perfect that it takes me by surprise when I feel her desire to reciprocate. After all of the radical sex acts I've used women for in the past, it has never once occurred to me to have one give me a massage.

When she starts, it feels so good that I curse myself for not doing this before. The best part is that Lisa is so good at massage that I need do nothing to guide her.