- by Alvo Torelli, December, 2017
(mF, mf, mc, magic, preg)
"You look unhappy, my young friend" the elderly, well-dressed man said from across the desk. He didn't look anything like the other academic advisor Sam had worked with.
"Uhm, where's Mrs. Voisard?" Sam said. "I was supposed to meet with her today."
"I'm afraid your usual advisor is out today. I'm taking her appointments for her. Here's my card." The older man handed Sam his card.
"Professor Imrash West, PhD, R.A.P.E.M. Extraordinary Wishes Granted." Sam read out loud from the card, then looked up into the professor's twinkling eyes. But before he could ask his question the old man answered it.
"Royal Academy for the Practical Employment of Magic," Professor West said with a smile and then immediately went on after quickly scanning some papers on his desk. "Sam Kindig, I see. My, my, an interesting name that - Sam Kindig - very interesting."
"What's so interesting about it, uh, professor?" Sam asked.
"It's not important," Professor West said. "So, tell me, Sam, why are you so unhappy?"
"Uh, aren't we just supposed to talk about how my classes are going and what I'm gonna take next term?"
"Trivialities! Trivialities! Sam, really, let me help you. We want to help the whole man, son, not just the struggling academic. A happy student is a better student. So please, my friend, tell Professor West everything."
There was something strange about the old professor. But somehow he made Sam comfortable, much more comfortable than the dowdy advisor he'd seen twice before. So Sam shrugged his shoulders and bared his unhappiness. "Well, Professor, it's just that, I guess I thought college was going to be a lot more fun. But, I mean, so far it kinda sucks, and all that stuff the guys in high school were saying about hot college girls is, like, total BS. I haven't had a single kiss, much less finally get laid."
"Indeed!" Professor West intoned, steeping his long bony fingers in front of him and giving Sam a serious, concerned look. "Still a virgin and half way through you first semester. A travesty, Sam, an epic travesty." If anyone else had said something so goofy Sam would have known they were teasing him, but he knew for certain that the kindly old professor was absolutely serious. It warmed him and supported his sense of being wronged.
"I know! It's like totally bogus. I can't get into the bars cause I'm only seventeen, and all the hot girls my age, hell, all the girls my age only go to the frat parties and I'm not in a frat. It sucks, man! But, like, even the few girls who come to the other parties and the lame 'student events' they have at the dorm are, like, totally stuck up and won't give me the time of day." It all just came pouring out of the miserable, horny young man. "The girls just don't think I'm hot enough! I'm not cool enough and I have these stupid glasses and I don't do sports and I don't know how to talk to them and, oh hell, it just sucks! I mean, sir."
Imrash smiled warmly. "As I said, a travesty. If only there was some way I could help you out. But then, I suppose you could wish for a little help. But do be careful."
"Hey, come on, I, like, told you a bunch of personal stuff! It's not cool to just tease me with that bogus wish stuff. I thought that was, like, just a joke to break the ice or something."
"Oh, no, my young friend, I assure you it's quite real. And what could it hurt to give it a try? Well, actually it could... But no."
Sam Kindig stared at the old man with confusion. For some strange reason he actually wanted to believe in the silly wish idea. And besides, what could it hurt? Maybe he'd make his wish and the old man would just give some sage advice - probably something stupid, he was pretty old after all, but you never know...
"Okay, I'll humor you," Sam said. "I wish, uh, let me see, I, like, wish it wasn't so hard to get girls to be attracted to me."
"Oh my, such a broad, exciting, wish," Professor West said. His smile went flat and a bit frightening, but his eyes twinkled ever so brightly. "Granted."
It was dinner time, the same day, but Sam Kindig had nearly forgotten the strange substitute advisor he'd seen. He'd opted to take dinner at a diner about two blocks from campus rather than eat in the dining hall. He had a calculus midterm the next day and he still didn't quite get this whole derivative thing. Like, what was the point? But he was dedicated and he knew how important it was to his folks that he do well in school, so he wanted to study hard while he ate. The diner was a way better place for that.
"Can I get you some more coffee?" Sam's waitress asked. He looked up at her, having not really noticed her before. Her name tag said 'Kandi' and she was a very pretty brunette, but she was in her late twenties - probably too old for a seventeen year old boy to think he had any chance with.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Sam said and held up his cup. The waitress smiled pleasantly and took ahold of Sam's wrist to steady his hand as she poured steaming, strong coffee into his cup. There was a startling jolt of electric current as the skin of their hands met. Then, as she poured the hot coffee, her eyes went wide, then wider and she bit her lip as she stared at the young man.
"Oh." Kandi said and she continued to hold Sam's wrist. "Wow. I, I never do this, but, gosh, you know, I get off at eight - I mean, if you, well... Oh wow. Would you like to come over to my place, when I get off? Oh gosh!"
Sam was stunned. Out of the blue a gorgeous woman had just asked him to go to her place. And from the way she was staring at him, and blushing, it was clear what she was thinking. This was crazy - but damn if Sam was going to pass up the chance to be introduced to the world of sex, especially with such a hot woman. Damn, Sam thought, just look at the way her tits fill up her tight blouse, and her waist is so thin. Damn.
"Please?" Kandi purred, still holding Sam's wrist.
"Uh, yeah, like, sure," Sam stammered.
"Oh gosh! Yes. It's only an hour. Just stay right here. And your dinners on me, okay? Want some pie?"
"Wow, thanks. Uhm, sure, cherry pie, cherry pie would be great." Sam said, his brain whirling around and his eyes taking in every inch of the luscious waitress.
For the next hour, Kandi returned to Sam's table far too often. And she always found some excuse to reach out and touch him, somewhere, as she waited on his every need. And each time she came by it was obviously more difficult for her to leave him and wait on her other tables. It was fortunate that her shift was nearly finished.
By the end of her shift, Kandi was practically frantic as she led Sam out of the diner. Making it to her apartment was out of the question. The second they slid into the front seats of her car she was all over him, kissing him, pressing herself against him, scrabbling at the buttons of his jeans.
It was insanely awkward in the confined space of Kandi's little car. But the woman was so desperate and Sam was overwhelmed, unbelieving of what was happening. Fortunately they were tucked into a dark corner of a parking garage, unlikely to be noticed. Sam helped Kandi get his pants open even as he kissed her and held her tight. He pushed up out of the seat in a tricky maneuver that allowed them to push his jeans down over his ass. When Kandi pulled his throbbing cock out, wrapping her thin, delicate fingers around it, Sam nearly passed out. Holy Jesus! He'd never imagined how amazing it would feel the first time someone else, a beautiful woman no less, stroked his cock. He couldn't help gasping. He couldn't help jerking, nearly pulling away from her in his inability to process the intensity of the sensations. He blushed hard at showing off what a rank beginner he was.
And then Kandi's lips were around Sam's cock and he thought his brain was going to explode.
It took no more than twenty seconds of Kandi licking and sucking at Sam's dick before he jetted spurt after spurt of his seed into her talented mouth. He was panting and his pulse was racing and it was fantastic, but he immediately felt a pang of shame for climaxing so quickly. What was she going to think of him?
But Kandi came up from Sam's lap with a look of absolute ecstasy on her face. Eyes closed, she shivered as she slowly swallowed every drop of his cum.
Kandi collapsed back into her seat behind the wheel of the little car. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide. "Oh, god, I can't believe I just did that!" She looked over at the youth next to her and her eyes flared again. "I barely even know you. Jesus! I don't even know your name!"
"It's Sam," Sam said, as he struggled to pull his jeans back up, embarrassed to be exposed to the pretty woman, especially when she was still fully clothed. "Uhh, like, I - I'm sorry I was so..."
"Oh no, sweetie, it's fine," Kandi said, laying a hand on Sam's arm and sending a thrill of electricity up his arm. "It's just, wow, I've never... Do you still want to come to my place?"
The desperation was gone from Kandi's voice, but the sincerity of the invitation was clear.
"Sure," Sam answered, still overwhelmed.
Sam and Kandi fucked like horny leporidae for four hours before they finally fell asleep in one another's arms. Thanks to the magnificent gush of his inaugural blowjob, Sam was able to hold his own during their first intercourse and he brought Kandi to a satisfying, loud, energetic climax when he came deep inside her. Thanks to his youth, Sam was ready to go again in fifteen minutes. His partner seemed to appreciate the effort - five times - loudly.
In his naïveté, it never occurred to Sam to question the fact that they didn't use condoms.
After pleasant dreams of the joys of fondling sizable, soft breasts, grasping them and licking their hard pointed nipples, Sam woke late. It took a moment to realize he was in a woman's bed, a hot, sexy, naked woman, pressed hard against his chest and breathing softly. It had all really happened. It took another moment to realize it was eight-ten and a third moment to process the fact that his calculus midterm was at nine, on campus. Shit! Where the fuck was he, anyway?
"Kandi, hey Kandi!" Sam shook the woman's shoulder gently, but insistently. "I gotta get to campus! I'm gonna miss my exam. Kandi!"
"Ummm, nooo, sleepy, what? Whoah! Jesus! Who are...? Oh god, I remember, oh shit, we really..., what was I...?" Kandi twisted to face Sam and her face showed alarm - for about two seconds. Then her eyes flared. "Oh god, oh god! Sam. Fuck me. Fuck me now, please!"
The abrupt change in Kandi, from sleepy kitten to raging tigress caught the boy by surprise. Before Sam half knew what was happening he was flat on his back, with the small, hot brunette straddling him, trying to mount him like a bronco-riding cowgirl. When Sam's tired cock didn't immediately rise to the occasion, Kandi barked with frustration and slid down his body to get the errant member into her mouth.
"Oh Jesus, Kandi, I'm gonna be late for my... Oh fuck, yeah, ohhh!"
As soon as she had lips wrapped around Sam's meat, Kandi calmed. Her franticness faded, but she still went at his cock with a singleness of mind that had him rock hard in no time. Her tongue licked him from his balls to his glans. It was so amazing. Sam forgot his midterm. He forgot everything; he just lived in the headiness of Kandi's tongue and mouth. Until, that is, Kandi suddenly slid up his body, gripped him with her knees and slid her sopping cunt down the length of his pole.
It was a long, hard, wild fuck. Kandi snaked her body forward and back in a way that made Sam crazy, even as he thrust up inside of her as fast and hard as he could. When he came inside her it was explosive and she was wracked with an orgasm that felt like it might burn out her brain.
Kandi collapsed onto her boy toy, panting heavily and still squeezing his rapidly wilting cock. She put her face on his chest and felt his heart beating. She couldn't understand what she was doing! This was crazy. He was just a boy. Oh shit! Was he even legal? And, and, OMG, they hadn't used a condom. Oh god! When was her last period?
"Hey, Kandi, look, I'm really sorry - but, I've got to go! I've got a test, you know calculus, in...," Sam looked to the clock, "oh shit! In fifteen minutes! I gotta get to school!"
Kandi raised up onto her arms and looked the boy in the eye. This was totally insane, but she knew, absolutely, that she was going to want to fuck him again - soon. She was so confused. But at least right this second her brain was working.
"Sure, come on, get dressed, I'll drive you," Kandi said, getting off the boy and the bed as quickly as possible.
Sam was barely out of his History of the Civil War lecture when he got the first text from Kandi. "Where are you? Can I see you? Let's hook up!" Jesus, it had only been five hours since she'd dropped him off. But then again, she was pretty hot and... well, a boy always has a soft spot for his first. So he texted her back and had her pick him up on the edge of campus.
Kandi didn't even drive back to her apartment. She couldn't wait that long. She zoomed to the far end of a parking lot in a city park and then she nearly tore Sam's jeans to shreds in her frantic efforts to get his cock out and into her warm, pretty mouth.
"Kandi, Jesus, we're in a park! It's broad ... Oh jesus, oh, god, how do you...? Oh! Oh god, so deep, so deep! Fuck!" The sensation of being deep-throated was unlike anything Sam had ever imagined. He thought the whole idea was just some porn fantasy, but there was no denying that Kandi was taking his cock all the way into her throat. The sight of her lips pressed to the base of his cock was crazy!
Sam's cock erupted, nearly choking the gorgeous waitress. But at least her frantic behavior died down as she swallowed his cum.
Kandi sat back in her seat, panting and wide-eyed with confusion. "I, I'm sorry," she stammered. "I just couldn't wait. Oh god, what's happening to me?"
Sam was just as confused as the pretty brunette. Not knowing what to say, he let her drive him back to campus. He kissed her goodbye, but even as he did he was realizing that as sexy as the older woman was, his interest in her wasn't all that great. Besides, all she seemed to want was sex - well, sex was pretty great it turned out - but no, by the time Sam had walked the two blocks across campus to his dorm room he knew that this relationship had no future. There was nothing substantive to draw them together. Who knew this could be so complicated? But at least he'd managed to hook up with someone!
Sam got the next, frantic text about four hours later. "Sam! Please, come to the diner. I just need to see you!"
Kandi pulled Sam into a utility closet in the back of the diner and practically tore his clothes off before she turned and put the palms of her hands to the wall, presenting to him like a cat in heat. Sam tried to say something, to slow down the crazy, frantic situation, but Kandi wouldn't listen. The feel of her slim hands on his cock, which was more than happy to play along with the horny brunette even if Sam was having second thoughts, was enough to get him interested. But as he fucked Kandi from behind, even though he thrust hard and fast, his brain understood that this wasn't normal. Something was wrong! Still, after ten minutes of energetic, exciting humping, Sam unloaded another impressive load of cum deep into Kandi's womb.
When Kandi didn't text Sam later that evening after work, or the next morning, most of him was relieved. The seventeen-year-old libido part of him was less happy, but his rational brain knew it was probably good that the woman wasn't desperately demanding a booty call. Besides, he had a new sense of confidence and a spring in his step he'd never had before. He'd proved that he wasn't a total dweeb that girls didn't want to have anything to do with. Everything was good with the world! Sam quickly let his worries about his hot, older waitress fade away.
No more calls or texts from Kandi. Everything was fine, for exactly two days. Then it all went to hell.
It happened first in the discussion section for Sam's calculus class. His TA, a cute, but dorky graduate student named Maria was handing back the midterms when Sam briefly brushed her hand as he received his exam paper. He felt a shock at the touch and it made him tear his eyes from the C- on his paper to the face of the TA. Behind her thick glasses her eyes flared and fixed on Sam's face for far too long. It was clear how hard it was for her to tear herself away to hand out the rest of the exams. Maria tried desperately to hold herself together and go over the exam for the students, but she just couldn't hold it together and twenty-five minutes later she cancelled the rest of the section, letting everyone out half an hour early. Maria put a hand on Sam's arm as the other students left the room, asking him to stay for a minute. Somehow, Sam wasn't surprised.
Maria's TA office was just down the hall and Maria practically dragged Sam there. They were fucking, with Maria on her back on her desk and Sam standing between her thighs, within two minutes. They'd hardly exchanged a dozen words. Sam really liked the girl's smallish, firm breasts and he kneaded them with enthusiasm as he thrust hard into her, over and over. When Sam unleashed his cum deep inside of her, Maria nearly screamed from the most intense orgasm of her life.
"Oh my god, oh my god," Maria babbled as she hurriedly buttoned her blouse. "I can't believe I... Oh god, I could get in so much trouble! Please, please, you can't tell anyone. Please, promise me."
"Yeah sure, don't worry about it," Sam promised. "I, I, well, I hope it was okay."
"Oh jesus, it was amazing," Maria said and she pulled Sam in for a hard, lingering kiss. "But, damn, I have another section to teach. God, maybe I'll see you later?"
"Uhh, yeah, sure," Sam said, but suddenly he wasn't sure at all. This was feeling all too familiar.
Maria headed to her next section, and Sam headed to the student union to look for an energy drink. He had a feeling he was going to need it. And that was where things went from bad to worse.
Sam was in line to pay for his drink, and a doughnut that had caught his eye, when someone jostled the girl in line in front of him. She was juggling a cup of coffee in one hand and a too-large stack of books in the other and the books went flying and the girl became unbalanced, threatening to topple to the ground. Without a thought, Sam reached out to grab her arm and steady her. The electric shock that passed between them when his fingers touched her bare skin was all too familiar. When the girl turned to look at Sam, and her eyes quickly went from alarm to confusion to desire, Sam knew he was in trouble.
But Sam also looked at the girl - about his own age, and gorgeous - and he put thoughts of trouble from his mind. This girl was hot! Her long, curling blonde hair framed an amazing face with big, green eyes, a few farm-girl freckles sprinkled across high cheeks and a small nose, and thin, colorful lips. This was the girl of Sam's dreams, his most erotic dreams.
"You okay?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," the girl said, breathlessly, "thanks. I'm Isabel. Gosh. Uh, want to sit and talk?"
A thousand thoughts ran through Sam's head in that one moment. He remembered the strange, electric shock when he'd first touched Kandi, then Maria - and now this gorgeous girl who was staring at him, waiting, looking like she wanted to eat him. He had to know - he had to know for sure. He reached out and put his hand on the girl's arm and she let him pull her close, even though they were strangers standing in a crowd of students. "Let's go to my dorm room," he said.
"Sure!" Isabel answered and her eyes flashed with surprise, then excitement.
A couple of hours later Isabel was riding Sam hard, straddling him and working hard to coax out another geyser of his cum when his phone starting buzzing with incoming texts. They tried to ignore it, but every few seconds it buzzed again. Finally, after twenty minutes of thrusting up into the gorgeous blonde's tight cunt, Sam grabbed her by the waist and pushed himself as deep as he could get. For the second time he unloaded his seed inside of her and she screamed with pleasure, thrashing in his strong hands before she finally collapsed beside him and put her face on his shoulder. The damn phone buzzed yet again.
Sam had a dozen texts, all from Maria. He didn't even know how she'd gotten his number! Each text got more frantic than the one before. Where was he? Why wasn't he answering her. God, she needed him! Please come see me!
It was Kandi all over again. Sam looked at Isabel, dozing on his arm, and wondered how long it would be until she, too, would be desperate to have him inside of her again.
The next couple of weeks were insane. Sam couldn't keep up with the two insatiable women, Maria and Isabel. He was exhausted and his classes weren't getting the attention they deserved. It seemed like one or the other of the two needed him constantly. A few hours was the most time he could be away from either before they were texting or calling him with more and more urgency, begging to be with him, begging to have him inside them. And he just couldn't keep up, literally!
Maria screamed and yelled and threatened when Sam finally got up the guts to break it off with her, refusing to see her any more. He said it was for her own good, that she was going to lose her position, but she didn't care. She begged him. She wouldn't stop texting, calling, trying to find him, but he managed to avoid her. He had to start ditching his calculus sections, then drop the class altogether. He heard rumors about Maria's crazy behavior. She started going out to bars, hitting on men, trying to get fucked at every turn. She became a total slut in her desperation to relieve the terrible need that drove her insane. As he learned more about how fast Maria's life was falling apart Sam felt like a complete ass, but what could he do?
Even as Maria's life fell into ruins, Sam could barely keep up with Isabel's insatiable needs. Seven or eight hours was the absolute longest she could ever stand to be away from him. And with each passing day, no matter how good she made him feel by sucking his overburdened dick, or riding him to ecstasy, Sam became less and less interested in her. She was gorgeous, but she was also vain, spoiled, self-centered and vapid. He could tell Isabel didn't actually like him. She didn't introduce him to any of her friends, invite him to sorority or frat parties or even hang out with him any more than she had to - she just needed his body. It was humiliating! They were just using one another for sex - good sex, but nothing more. And Sam had to admit to himself that it wasn't his great body and good looks that made Isabel, or Maria, or even Kandi want and need him so much. It was something else, something he didn't understand.
Sam was in hell. Guilt, annoyance, disgust, anger, humiliation. These were not the emotions Sam had longed for when he'd opened up to that old man in the advising office. Wait a second. Didn't this all start the day he saw the old man, that Professor dude? The day he made that stupid wish? What was it again - oh god, yes, Sam remember his wish: 'I wish it wasn't so hard to get girls to be attracted to me.' Oh shit!
All it seemed to take was single touch. Sam had figured that out weeks earlier, he wasn't stupid. A single touch and the girls became uncontrollably attracted to him. They needed him, they needed sex from him. And if they didn't get it - insanity, like Maria. That was why he'd been incredibly careful over the past few weeks not to touch anyone, anyone except Isabel that is. It was way harder than he could have imagined, but somehow he'd avoided any more disasters.
Sam rushed to the advising office. He didn't have an appointment, but he managed to talk his way past the scheduler and get in to see his advisor. She didn't remember a thing about a substitute advisor. He asked around - he asked everyone. No one could remember any substitutes being brought in.
Returning to his dorm, Sam slammed the door in frustration. Damn it! He had to find a way out of this. Isabel was going to show up any minute for her afternoon quickie. The bitch! He wanted to just throw her out. This was intolerable! But wait, wait a minute. It had been weeks since he'd heard anything from Kandi. Why had Kandi stopped texting him? She'd been just as desperate, just as willing to do anything - but after that last time, at the diner, he'd never heard from Kandi again. Why?
Sam practically ran the whole way to the diner. He was winded when he got there and he scanned the room with worry. Was she there? Yes!
"On my god! Sam, what are you doing here? Oh god!" Shock and fear ruined Kandi's pretty face and drove a spike of guilt into Sam's psyche.
"Kandi! Please, don't worry. Please, I just need to talk. I promise, it'll be be okay."
"Oh god, okay. But, but, I can't, not until my break." Kandi looked around nervously. "Meet me in back. I have a break in twenty, okay?"
It was thirty long minutes before Kandi met Sam in the alley and he'd already gotten three increasingly distraught texts and two voice mails from Isabel. And just to remind him of what a piece of shit he'd become, Maria had sent a nearly incoherent text as well, cajoling, begging and then outright threatening him. He felt so guilty about the cute math nerd; he almost texted her back to agree to see her. Kandi arrived just in time to stop that bad idea.
"I thought I'd never see you again. I didn't want to ever see you again!" Kandi spat out with no preamble.
"Oh god, Kandi, I'm so sorry! But please, I need your help."
"Will you stay away from me, if I help you? Promise?"
"Of course! Anything you want. I just need to understand."
"Understand what, Sam? How you nearly ruined my life? How you turned me into some kind of, of, slut? Is that what you want to know asshole?! Or did you think you could make me do that again? Oh god, don't touch me! I'll scream!"
"God no, Kandi, please, please, it's not like that. I don't want to do a thing to you, I promise." Sam backed up, giving his former lover more space. "You don't understand. I, I want to know... I want to know how you stopped. I need to know how you stopped. They need to know!"
"They?" Kandi looked daggers at the boy who'd nearly driven her insane a few weeks earlier. She looked and felt like she was ready to tear his face off. If only she could do it without touching him.
"The other girls," Sam whispered, and every part of his face and body showed the guilty, frustrated misery that was tormenting him.
"Other girls?!" Kandi screamed, but then the boy's intense unhappiness flooded over her. And he was so young! She'd forgotten just how young he was. She took a deep breath. "What other girls?" she asked as calmly as she could.
"It doesn't matter," Sam said, "just two girls, at school. And everything is shit. I just touched them, that's all, I swear. It was an accident, both times. Just one little touch, like with you, and then..." It was way harder to pour out his ugly story than he'd imagined, even to the one person who might understand. Or maybe especially to her. "I touched them and then, well, then they were like you were. Do you remember?"
"Oh god, Sam, how could I forget. It was awful! I mean, it wasn't all awful. Sex with you was, god, it was amazing. But when I needed you and you weren't there? You have no idea. It was torture. I would have done anything! Anything!"
"Oh Jesus, I'm so sorry, so sorry! I didn't mean to. It was this stupid wish, and now I'm... Damn, it doesn't matter. I really am sorry. But you have to tell me - how did you make it stop? You haven't texted or called or come to see me for weeks. But Maria, and Isabel, it isn't getting any better." Right on cue, Sam's phone buzzed with another text from Isabel. "Look," he said and showed Kandi the screen. She gasped and covered her mouth. "Please, Kandi, why did it stop? You know, the... the need?"
"I think I know why, Sam," Kandi said gently. All the fight was gone out of her. It was clear the boy was in hell. "But you're not going to like the answer."
"Anything, Kandi, please!"
"It just stopped, all at once, right after that last time, you remember, in the utility closet."
"But why? What happened that was different? How can I help those girls?"
"It took me awhile to figure it out, Sam," Kandi said quietly. She glanced at her watch. "God, I don't have much time. Listen, when I was... when I was that way. When I had such an uncontrollable desire for you, well the only times I was okay were when you were inside me, you know what I mean, and then right after, when I had your, your... your seed inside me, still alive and warm, trying to do what it was supposed to do. And as soon as it was gone, in an hour or so, the desire came back and it got worse and worse until I couldn't live without you."
"Oh god, Kandi, I'm so sorry."
"Shut up and let me finish! This is hard enough. Oh jeez, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to make you understand - I was only okay when some part of you was touching me, or better inside me. But after that last time, the desire didn't come back. No, shut up, let me finish! I was just happy to be free of it. I'm sorry, but that's the truth. But five days later I was late, and I'm never late."
"What? I don't understand."
"I was late, Sam. God, you're so young. I'm pregnant, Sam."
Sam stared at the beautiful waitress, his first, his special, older woman. He was dumbstruck.
"That's why it went away, Sam. I have a part of you inside me. And somehow I know... I know that when the baby is born the desperate desire for you won't come back. All that desire is going to turn into love, love for my little baby."
"Jesus Christ," Sam managed to croak out. "What, what are we going to do?"
"We're not going to do anything, Sam! I'm going to have a baby and you are going to walk away and never see me again. Well. Maybe some day we'll look you up, when you're older and not such a huge doofus." Kandi actually smiled at the miserable boy. Throwing caution to the wind, she reached up and tousled his thick, brown hair. He flinched, but neither of them felt the electric shock of Sam's curse. "Good bye, Sam. And good luck."
It took another three long, miserable weeks to disentangle himself from Isabel and Maria. He spent the first week searching for the old Professor, desperately hoping for another way out, and searching his soul, desperately trying to weigh the consequences of his two possible, terrible decisions. But there was no Professor West, he of the R.A.P.E.M. And Sam couldn't bring himself to simply cut and run, like a coward, knowing the depths of despair it would cause the two girls. There was only one way out.
Isabel was the easier one to deal with. The only hard part was getting ahold of her birth control pills and subbing them out for sugar pills. But Sam did it. He hated himself, but he knowingly let Isabel ride him; he knowingly fucked her as often as she desired - three or four times every day, hard, frantic sex that gave her huge climaxes but no real joy. A week went by and Sam was starting to despair, until one day she wasn't there. She simply vanished. He called and texted her. He wanted to make sure she was okay but the only text he got back was brief and to the point, 'leave me alone!'
It was time to deal with Maria.
Maria was a complete wreck. Her life had fallen apart. She looked haggard, used, and indeed she'd been used hard by more men than she could any longer count. But no amount of random, nasty sex, no matter how deviant or how many men, ever gave her more than a few minutes of respite from the terrible, burning desire she felt for her former student. She'd ruined her reputation, lost her instructorship and was likely to fail out of her PhD program if she couldn't get her life pulled back together. And despite all that, Maria took one look at Sam standing in her doorway and grabbed him by the jacket to force him into the apartment. She threw him at her bed and attacked him like some wild animal, tearing his clothes and hers, until she had his cock buried deep in her over-used cunt.
Like some drug addict on a long overdue hit, Maria's body spasmed. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She undulated on top of Sam and rode him hard; she gripped the tatters of his t-shirt in tight fists. Sam worked hard to cum inside her, thrusting upwards over and over as fast as he could, wanting to give her the release he now understood would come from leaving a piece of himself inside of her. And when it came, Maria's climax was spectacular - the first of weeks and weeks, despite the many men who had used and abused her body. She collapsed beside the boy, panting and then, moments later, weeping.
Sam held Maria quietly and swore to himself that he could never do this to another person, ever! He vowed then and there he would never touch another girl, never subject anyone to this terrible fate.
Sam stayed with Maria around the clock. He made sure she didn't have access to birth control pills and he never left her alone. They shacked up in her apartment like newlyweds, fucking every time Maria even began to feel the overwhelming desire of Sam's curse. Sam had no idea how long this would take, if it would work at all, but he was determined to see it through. He even started to like the dorky math girl, who, after a couple of days, settled in and got back to work on her dissertation. She was incredibly smart and funny, too. Sam told himself that if he had to, he would stay with her - but even though he liked her in his heart he wanted this to be over.
Besides, Sam was running out of time. Winter break was just around the corner. His eighteenth birthday had come and gone. Sam had blown off attending all of his classes, but he'd kept up on the reading and he was going to have to go to his finals. He could hardly take Maria with him, but he couldn't leave her, not yet. The stress of it all was killing him.
And then, one morning, Maria woke up and blinked at Sam, in the bed next to her. She smiled and caressed his face. "You can go now, Sam," she said, softly.
"What?"
"It's over. Thank you for coming back, for doing what you had to do, but you can go now."
"But, I don't... I can't..."
"It's okay, Sam. I can feel it, inside me. Go to the store, get one of those home tests; I'll show you, prove it to you. But I know. And I understand. It's okay."
Sam did run to the market and get the pregnancy test and sure enough Maria was pregnant. But he'd become very fond of the dark-skinned, dorky woman, and he couldn't just abandon her. He told her everything - Kandi, Isabel, the wish, everything. She understood, she believed and she forgave; and then, with a smile, she sent him on his way.
Sam barely survived his final exams. And an entire week went by without any sex! He'd forgotten what it was like. But he survived it and he swore to himself every day that he'd never, ever, let it happen again. There would be no accidents, no casual touches, no more electric shocks from skin to skin. Sam would be a monk - forevermore.
The bus ride home was four hours. Sam liked the way the snow slowly changed from dirty to clean as they got farther and farther outside the big city. His heart warmed and some of his anxiety lifted. For the first time in a long time he felt good, secure in his new convictions and looking forward to his future. Sam realized he was even excited to see his small-town family, the same family he'd been so ready to leave behind just a few months earlier. And there they were, waiting at the bus terminal - Mom, Dad, ten-year-old Zoe, with a frown on her face, as usual. But where was Marigold, his eight-year-old delight of a sister?
Sam was careful. In the cold, no one questioned the gloves or scarf he wore. His mother didn't mind that he hugged her carefully, but avoided her kiss on the cheek - he was a man now after all. Dad was happy with a gloved handshake and Zoe would have been aghast at anything more than a slight pretense at a hug.
"Sam! Sam! Sam!" a streak of green-eyed blonde energy screamed as it raced across the room. Before Sam could even think, or react, his littlest sister, Marigold, leapt into his strong arms, wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her smooth cheek to his as she hugged him tight.
The shock of electricity, from cheek to cheek, made Sam and his eight-year-old sister gasp. Marigold pulled back her pretty face as her eyes went wide with surprise and then she kissed him on the lips, like a long lost lover.
Read on for Part 2 of The Golden Touch
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