Cathy grew curious, and a little concerned, about Alex's behavior over the next week. On Wednesday Allison came by, looking for him and she had no idea where he was. Still, Alex came home at night, and always seemed cheerful when she did see him. Thursday he brought home a couple of DVD's — ones he knew she'd wanted to see. She asked about, and then phoned Allison and the three of them spent the evening chatting, watching the movies, and her faint concern faded away.
When it came time for Allison to leave, Alex walked her to the gate, which was unusual. Cathy saw them at the threshold, talking, and returned to the house to grant them privacy. A couple minutes later Alex joined her, cleaning the dishes, straightening the kitchen, and pointedly ignoring whatever subject he had felt the need to share with Allison but not her.
The next evening, after a day of evaluating potential classes, deciding upon the ones she wished to take to fulfill her degree requirements, and making a quick trip to the bookstore to purchase the necessary texts, Cathy returned home with a sense of relief from the pressures of the world. She went to the kitchen to prepare dinner, and Alex joined her. She washed the vegetables, breaking them into edible pieces and passed them to her cousin, who sliced them and tossed them into the sizzling wok — he knew best how long and how hot to cook things for a delicious stir-fry.
The gate buzzed. Alex was busy mixing the vegetables with flavored oils and spices. Cathy went to answer the gate with a sense of exasperation. None of her friends ever bothered with the buzzer, so it was probably someone collecting signatures or donations. She certainly didn't expect to see Dorothy.
She knew who she was, of course, everyone did. But she had no idea why the sorority
it
girl and tennis star would come to her place.
Hi I'm Dorothy,
she said, smiling, You must be Cathy.
Uh, yes. Come in?
Is, uh, Alex around?
Oh, sure. In the kitchen I think.
Thanks!
Cathy watched, puzzled, and followed as Dorothy made her way to the kitchen. Everyone knew who she was, a fantastically beautiful local celebrity, but Cathy had never spoken with her before. She was a little leery of the woman, as her boyfriend Glen had slept with her a few times a couple years ago, when he had been a Freshman and Dorothy a Sophomore. Her puzzlement grew when she saw Dorothy greet Alex with a hug, and then both of them went into his bedroom.
Huh.
she said to herself, and returned to the wok to finish cooking dinner. She finished, the rice was done, and the two of them were still in his room. They couldn't be… could they? Everyone knew Dorothy slept around but… Alex? Her geeky cousin Alex? On the other hand Alex was really buff after his vacation in Colorado…
She decided to find out what they were doing. She went into an un-landscaped corner of the yard, outside Alex's room. The curtains were drawn on the main windows, but there was another, smaller window high up on the wall next to the front gate. It didn't have any curtains, as it was too high above ground level for someone to look in, though she knew that Alex could stand on his bed to look out though it and see who was at the gate.
But there was a tree growing next to it. Long ago an offshoot trunk had been cut down at the level of her knee. By first stepping on that Cathy could then place a foot in the first fork of the trunk, at about the height of her waist. Holding the main trunk with one hand for balance she was able to look down into Alex's room.
They were both in there, naked. Dorothy was bent over the bed, feet on the floor, elbows on the mattress, rocking and thrusting back and forth as Alex, hands on her hips, fucked her from behind. Cathy watched, dumbfounded, as Dorothy pushed herself back against her cousin's crotch, an expression of ecstasy on her face.
Blushing and embarrassed she stepped down from the tree and went back to her room, mind spinning. Dorothy had a reputation as a girl who made no secret about enjoying sex, but she also had a reputation for sleeping with men who were outstanding physical specimens or could at least ensure her good grades. She had no idea how Alex might qualify — except, well, as she'd noticed before, ever since his trip to Colorado her cousin was awfully good-looking.
Dorothy spent the night, and the next morning all three of them had breakfast together, talking about the weather, politics, and the fact that school started again on Monday. Dorothy, of course, was also busy with the details of her sorority's incoming pledges. When she left, Cathy turned on Alex and said So… Dorothy….
She was quite pleased when Alex blushed bright red. We're, ah, having fun.
He said simply.
So I see, so I see. You know she has sort of a, uh, reputation.
I know. It's okay. We're just having fun.
Okay. Sorry, I just don't want you to be hurt.
Life continued. Classes began. Alex surprised Cathy and his friends with last minute changes to his schedule. He swapped optional elements of his Engineering curriculum with classes in psychology and philosophy. After all, he had unique knowledge of the nature of reality, coupled with unprecedented power over his fellow human beings.
By Friday of the first week of school Alex and Dorothy had managed every sexual position he'd ever heard of and even more that he hadn't. That night they had climaxed with another bout of hard-core missionary style fucking that had once again rendered Dorothy unconscious. While she lay passed out on his bed he got up and went to his computer. He called up Dorothy and entered a command to put her in a deep sleep while he thought.
He was happy with Dorothy. She was great. The sex was incredible. But he was starting to feel limited. Beautiful as she was, occasionally she would say something or ask some question that reminded him she was not exactly a first-rate intellect. No, to be fair, she was… dim. Just not very intelligent.
Really, the only thing they had in common was their mutual attraction and an enthusiasm for mind-blowing sex — all courtesy of the Master Control Program. As much fun as Dorothy was, Alex had to admit he might — probably — eventually — would become bored with her company.
He felt like he had to do more. With the power of the program, he could have any woman he wanted. Or more than one — he didn't really need to break up with Dorothy, did he? Excitedly he fantasized about sex with two women at once. Or more than two. Fuck, he could have a whole harem, like Dan. What's more thanks to the Master Control Program he was physically capable of satisfying them all single-handedly. But, he mentally vowed to himself, he would treat women with more respect than Dan. They would serve his sexual desires, true, but that wouldn't be the entire focus of their lives. They would also keep their own ambitions. He would be at least a little better than Dan, anyway.
He needed to move on from Dorothy. He sat at the computer, thinking and consulting with the Help function until he had decided upon a longer-term plan for his Control Program-aided sexual conquests. He would have one (or maybe a few…) primary
girl(s) at a time, fuck her for a while and then move her to a reserve, second string status. Available, in case he wanted her, but not always around.
He modified Dorothy, saving the changes for use again in the future. He retained all his original modifications, so she would still find him incredibly sexy and attractive, but modified her thoughts and feelings about their relationship. He made her believe that it was an incredible, pleasant interlude, but that they had both moved on. They still might get together once in a while, but would mostly be apart.
Her memories of the sex would be changed, so that if she were ever in a relationship with someone, sex with that person would always seem the best. But out of a relationship, or in retrospect, she would have a clear recollection of sex with Alex, and the intense, unsurpassable pleasure she had felt with him.
He kept her three-times magnified sexual sensitivity and orgasms with him, but also raised her sensitivity and orgasmic intensity to one and a half times normal with anyone else. He made her immune to disease and infection, and altered her metabolism to halt aging. The Program said she had a genetic predisposition to breast cancer, so he removed that.
When he couldn't think of any other changes, he saved them, shut down the computer, and joined Dorothy in his bed to go to sleep. The next morning, for the first time, they did not have sex upon waking together, and Dorothy left, with her bag, after breakfast.
For more than a week Alex slept alone. He hung out with his cousin, Cathy, his friends Lucas and Allison, and Cathy's friend Terrie. His new mental abilities: perfect, willful recall, enhanced cognition, and acute intelligence, made his classes more intriguing than anything he'd ever had to learn before.
One morning he mentally congratulated himself on his morals and sense of discipline, on mastering his base needs for sex even with the ability to gratify his every inclination towards female companionship. Perhaps he was a paragon of human virtue, and Dorothy had been the last and ultimate example of female power, and he had conquered her.
Then later that day, while walking across campus, he ran into Stephanie.
Stephanie was beautiful and popular, with long dark hair and bangs cut to hang in a frame around her face. The previous Spring she and Alex had taken the same literature class on novels and film in communist Russia, and had been on the same team for the class project. Their fellow team members had been absent and ineffective, which meant that the two of them had to do most of the work. They had spent many hours and late nights working together, and Alex had developed an intense crush on her. She, however, had carefully ignored his tentative romantic overtures, so he had desisted, deciding instead to remain friends. He'd been quite happy for her, at the semester's end, when she had been elected this year's student body president.
But now he had, quite literally, run into her exiting the campus library. She crashed into him, knocking him against a turnstile. He lost his balance and, arms flailing widely, toppled against her, knocking her books everywhere. They fell to the ground, and Alex landed on top of her. He quickly rolled to one side and helped her up. You okay?
he asked.
Fine, fine. Sorry Alex. Just getting a start on my reading. This semester is already busy.
I bet.
He helped pick up her books. She hefted the tomes in her crossed arms. Alex tried not to stare at the stack of books pressing against her chest. The weather was hot, and Stephanie wore a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. He was quite sure, remembering what his hand had felt as they fell to the ground, that she was not wearing a bra, but her breasts apparently didn't need the support.
Thanks. Sorry, gotta go. I need to be at the Freshman orientation in five minutes.
Oh. Okay, later.
Alex watched her go, unable to take his eyes off her cute, rounded ass as she walked away. Then he realized that he didn't need to fantasize, he could have her. He decided he could visit the library tomorrow, and went straight home to call up Stephanie on his amazing and strange Control Program.
He applied the same modifications he had done for Dorothy, and then decided to customize a bit. He modified her so that
Alex executed the modifications, and then saved them, with the first set he
had reused from Dorothy, as a command macro titled Super seduction
for use in the future. Stephanie might be his next target, but she wouldn't be his last.
Allison was his good friend, but even so he couldn't bring himself to tell her about the Master Control Program. Still, he'd told her about his initial encounter and continuing sexual relationship with Dorothy. After her initial surprise and shock, Allison was supportive, encouraging him to resume sexual activity after Cassie had quite definitely broken off their relationship. At the same time, she'd hinted to him that Dorothy did not have long-term potential, not for him. She'd told him that Dorothy was beautiful and sexual, and he, Alex, was also beautiful and sexual. But that similarity might not be enough for durable relationship.
The evening he's run into Stephanie, he and Allison went out to dinner together, to Amelio's café. Amelio himself was in the kitchen, and was willing to break the dinner menu to make Allison his special club sandwich. Alex ordered the evening's special, gnocchi with pesto. Over the course of their meal he'd confessed to her that she was right; Dorothy was beautiful and sexy but fundamentally shallow. She'd smiled, knowingly, at his admission, but then congratulated him for moving on, past Cassie, which was more than she'd been able to do, she herself was still hung up on Isaac.
Then he'd told her about Stephanie. Allison had heard him insinuate how attractive he'd found her the previous semester, when they'd shared a literature class. She seemed a bit taken aback when he resumed his enthusiasm for her physical attributes with the expectant undertone of more intimate congress.
Are you sure, Alex?
She asked him. I mean, last semester you'd sort of decided that she was out of your league. I mean, not only is she attractive and sexy, but she's popular enough that she was elected student body president.
Uh, well, I guess I'm more confident — better self-image — than I had last semester.
And of course this has nothing to do with Dorothy jumping your bones.
Alex smiled wryly. Correlation is not causation, Allison. Maybe there's something else about me, something fundamental, that made me think Dorothy and Stephanie might find me … interesting.
Unspoken was his knowledge of the Master Control Program, which made any woman available to him. He'd already claimed Dorothy, experienced her, and tired of her. Next was Stephanie: sexy, hot, and smart, and thanks to his reality-altering computer interface, horny and lustful for sex with him.
Allison, however, responded to the evident, physical changes. Cathy mentioned that you've — er — buffed up over the summer, Alex. It's true… but is it really enough to impress Stephanie? Or, is she really that superficial?
Alex just smirked to his friend. I guess I'll find out, no?
The next day the weather was even warmer, and Alex was acutely aware of all the attractive, bare, female skin all over campus. He waited, though, wondering if Stephanie would contact him on her own. She did not, and that evening when he called her image up on his computer, she was fast asleep.
The day after that he ran into Stephanie again, but she was leading a group of new students on a tour of the library. He managed to chat with her a while, and was gratified to see her breathing rate increase and nipples dent her t-shirt through her bra, but she cut their conversation short to return to her tour group.
When the heat reached a new record high Alex lost patience. He used his Program to discover Stephanie reading a book in the shade of a giant oak on the campus quadrangle. He quickly walked there in person, to speak to her and look for any signs that his modifications had had an effect.
Hey Stephanie!
he said, walking up to where she lay on the grass.
Oh! Hi Alex.
her voice sounded a bit strained, and he wondered if that was a good sign.
Is, ah, that your reading then? For a class?
Mentally he berated himself for sounding like an idiot.
Yeah. I had to get out of the house. It's way too hot. But it's not much better here. I just can't get any relief from the heat! It's driving me crazy.
I know what you mean.
Stephanie sat up, and Alex quickly noted that again she wasn't wearing a bra under her t-shirt. Nor did she need one. His heart began to race when he saw her wide, dark eyes flick to his crotch, and felt a surge of relief and excitement when her nipples erected, quite obvious through the thin fabric of her shirt. I, uh, have to go by the library, but once I'm done there I'm heading straight for the pool.
That's right! You and Cathy have that gorgeous swimming pool! I bet it's great in weather like this.
You bet. Say, you could, ah… come over for a swim if the heat gets to you.
Really? I'd like that.
Sure! Come over any time.
Like now?
Sure! Oh, I've, um, gotta get a book from the library…
And I need to swing by my place to get my suit. Shall I meet you at your place?
Okay!
Alex, for appearances sake, went on to the library. He even found a book he was interested in, a philosophy text on ethics and morality. Afterwards he went straight home, changed into his swimming trunks, and swam a few quick laps before retiring to a lounge chair in the shade by the pool.
When she arrived, Stephanie let herself in through the gate and greeted Alex by the pool. Hey Alex. Where's Cathy?
She and Terrie went shopping. Looking for the perfect shorts, I think.
This is the weather for it. Actually, this weather is too hot even for shorts. Let me go change into my swimsuit and I'll be right back.
Stephanie went into the central bathroom and opened the small bag she had packed her things in. She felt nervous, excited, and appalled at what she was about to do. The swimsuit she had brought was her new bikini. She had never worn it in public, only at the expensive shop in Cannes she had visited while vacationing with her parents in July. Her mother had insisted on buying it for her, and she had to admit that it looked great on her, covering only the very minimum needed for good taste.
She was shocked at herself, for bringing it here to wear for Alex. She knew he was attracted to her — many men were. But she had carefully ignored his overtures and avoided potentially compromising situations — until today. Ever since she had run into him at the library she had been thinking about Alex. How attractive he was, and the way his butt had looked when he had bent over to pick up her books. It didn't help that she was overwhelmingly horny. With the slightest lapse of attention she found herself thinking about sex. And Alex. And — maybe — sex with Alex.
After meeting him on her library tour she'd found herself completely unable to concentrate, and dismissed her group early. She had rushed to her apartment to masturbate, hoping that a nice, strong orgasm would clear her thoughts. As she had rubbed herself, plying her vibrator across her labia and against her clit her fantasies, unbidden, had turned to Alex, imagining the feel of his hands, his lips, his penis. She'd had an orgasm all right, strong and powerful and more intense than she'd ever felt before, but rather than clearing her mind of thoughts of Alex, it had prompted her to think of him even more.
When she had seen him by the pool, with his bare, muscular chest and abs, her desire had spiked again. And now here she was, putting on this skimpy, dusky rose bikini, hoping that…
Stephanie caught herself. What was she hoping for? What did she want to happen here today? Did she want Alex to make advances? Did she want him to maybe even… And Stephanie decided. She wanted to get laid. She needed to get laid, and feel Alex's body against her and inside her.
She realized that she was hot, excited, and wet, with fluids dripping freely from between her nether lips. She looked at her bikini clad figure in the mirror and saw a telltale dampness seeping through the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. Her erect nipples were equally prominent through the skimpy top.
What the hell.
she said aloud. She left the bathroom, stepped outside, marked Alex's position by the pool, and ran to the edge, making a clean, swift dive into the cool water.
She surfaced, and swam a couple laps before swimming to the edge to speak to Alex. This is perfect. I really needed a break from the heat.
You probably want to stay there then. It's getting too warm even here in the shade.
Stephanie watched intently as Alex stood and walked onto the diving board. She made no effort to hide her interest in his face, his muscles, the bulge in his swimsuit. He dove into the pool and swam, underwater, over to where she held on to the edge.
As he swam over to her, Alex admired Stephanie's body. Her legs were long and slender, her hips on the narrow side, her belly thin and flat. Her breasts, while not huge, were shapely and firm under the tiny, reddish-brown halter. He surfaced next to her, and enjoyed her equally attractive face. Oval shaped, with light green eyes, cute nose, and a small mouth capable of amazingly wide smiles. At the moment, though, her smile was smaller, cautious, maybe even nervous.
Nice suit.
He told her. You look, umm, very nice. I mean, very, very nice. Quite beautiful.
Thank you.
So… care for some one-on-one water polo?
Alex made the suggestion hoping that physical contact while playing the game might somehow lead into other, more intimate physical contact.
Okay.
Stephanie agreed.
They played the game slowly, swimming the ball from one side of the deep end to the other. Alex thought that their clinches happened more frequently, and lasted longer, than they should have. He enjoyed the feel of her wet, smooth skin, the press of arm or leg or breast or butt. Her nipples were prominently erect, and he had to exert conscious effort to prevent his penis from doing the same.
Their game ended when Stephanie caught a cramp in her right leg. Wincing with pain, she swam to the side of the pool. With her left hand holding the edge, she used her right to try and stretch the knotted quadricep.
Alex joined her at the edge. Let me.
he said, and placed his hand on her thigh. He rubbed the complaining muscle, pressing and smoothing the spasming fibers until they relaxed. Stephanie's eyes were closed, her breathing was deep and regular and in time with the strokes of his hands on her leg, so Alex continued to rub. Slowly he rotated his strokes around her leg, gradually moving outwards until his hand ran from her knee along the outside of her thigh, over her bare hip to where the thin string of her bikini bottom circled her waist.
Then he moved his hand round to the inside of her thigh. Legs totally relaxed now, Stephanie put her right hand on his shoulder while his hand moved up and down between her legs.
Growing even bolder, Alex began to rub her left leg, pulling her body against his. Eyes still closed she complied while his free hand rubbed up past her leg to stroke and explore her smooth, taut midriff. He moved it upwards, stopping just short of her breasts before moving around to stroke her back, up and down to stroke and cup her ass around and through the tiny triangle of her bikini.
Stephanie let go of the pool edge and put both arms around Alex's neck. Eyes still closed, she began to hump against Alex's body, legs and crotch and abs and breasts pressing against him in a slow, sexual rhythm.
Placing his free hand on the small of her back, Alex kissed her. She kissed him back passionately, lips parting, tongue darting, exploring and tasting and pleasuring him. They paused, and she opened her eyes again.
I think I'm in love.
she told him.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Should we, ah, go to my room?
Yeah.
Stephanie swam to the ladder. Alex enjoyed the view as she climbed out of the water. With a smiling glance over her shoulder, she walked into the house. He quickly followed, until they stood facing each other in his bedroom. They kissed again, mouths and hands exploring each other, discovering exciting bits of smooth skin and rounded muscle and surprising hidden pleasures.
Stephanie's hands went to his crotch, and pulled his wet bathing suit down past his hips until it fell to the floor. Her hesitant hands went to his now quite hard cock. Alex untied her bikini top, exposing her high, firm breasts. He slid his hands across them, squeezing slightly, feeling the nipples poke the palm of his hand.
He kissed her again, and pulled her against him. He thrust his crotch against her, rubbing his hardon against the tiny triangle of her bikini. Oh God.
she said. She stepped away from him and lay down on his bed. Please.
she said.
Alex joined her. Her hands went straight to his cock, holding and stroking it while he untied her bikini bottom. At last her womanhood was bare. She spread her legs and pulled on his penis and guided it to her crotch. Alex was happy to comply, lowering his body atop hers. She rubbed his glans up and down against her labia a few times, and then placed the head against her entrance. With a shift of her hips it was inside her. Her hands went to his back as he glided into her, eliciting a cry of ecstasy that turned into a long, low moan of pleasure.
He pulled out and entered her again, and again she gave a soft cry of pleasure. Alex fucked her, and Stephanie greeted his every thrust with a lift of her hips, an arch of her body, and a moan of enjoyment. Stephanie's pleasure built quickly. Her cries grew louder and more insistent, her body thrusts grew more powerful, her hands on his back crushed his body to hers until she came, shouting aloud as her pussy spasmed and her body shook.
After a brief pause Alex began to thrust again, and Stephanie resumed her cries and moans of pleasure. Soon she was shouting in ecstasy again, and this time Alex joined her, shouting in relief as he came, his cock and her pussy throbbing together in shared orgasm.
And then, to Stephanie's mild surprise and great enjoyment he began to thrust yet again…