Walking down the hallways at school the next day had an entirely different aspect to it after the fuck with Rachael. I couldn't believe the number of people who unconsciously sought my empathic touch. The guys pretty much attributed the pleasant feelings they had when I greeted them to my smile, but most of the girls had labeled it as romantic or sexual attraction, which of the two depended on the girl.
So you could imagine how odd it was walking down the hallways like I always did but with the difference of knowing half of the people around me were unconsciously hoping for the chance I'd smile at them.
And damn it! I kept catching myself doing it! Not only were people literally becoming addicted to my empathic touch, but I was just as hooked on making others feel good. Even though I felt this separation between myself and the emotions of others, it was still rewarding to see other people's faces light up when you're around. We humans are a very social creature. We need the approval of others, especially our peers.
While I was in my third period class, I suddenly realized my teacher had a serious addiction to my empathic touches from just the way she kept giving me the easy questions in class. I immediately decided to stop giving out those empathic feelings of happiness to my teachers, and as the day continued, I found they all had the same negative reaction when I held back on my empathic touch as I smiled. They all frowned.
By Friday I was seriously considering giving them all a small dose, for in every class they made every attempt to make me as miserable as they had become. But I held off to see if over the weekend their frustration and bad moods would wear off, thinking they couldn't possibly have become that dependant in a month.
To my relief, my first and second hour teachers had returned to normal Monday morning, but while I was walking to my third hour class, I discovered that not everyone got over it over the weekend. In fact for several girls it had gotten worse.
The first indication of this was from a black sophomore named Jesse whom I had given numerous smiles to because she had reminded me of Melissa from the cell. I have to admit I got a bit excited when I caught her eyes undressing me, but that's not the reason I smiled at her without holding back on my empathic touch.
Then just as I turned the corner to the hall my class was down, Debbie Collins spotted me from her locker and intercepted me.
"Hiya, sexy. What's your hurry?"
"No hurry. Just trying to get to class."
"You doin' anything tonight?" she said chewing her gum like mad.
"I have some homework, but that won't take too long. Why?"
"Well I was wondering if you'd like to go out for pizza or something," she said, leaning against the lockers and giving me a good view of her cleavage.
"Sure," I said, reading her mind and liking what the something was. "How about right after school? I'll meet out by my Porsche, all right?"
"Right. That's a date," she said triumphantly. "Make sure you bring that pretty smile of yours along too."
"Oh I will," I said giving her a healthy dose right there. "You can count on it."
I watched her walk away, her ass moving back and forth as sexily as she could wiggle it while her twat tingled with her arousal. I had known Debbie since the second grade, but she had always been rather cold towards me and Joey, especially in high school since she and Suzi had long decided they didn't like each other at all.
God, she had a body, and that body knew how to fuck. Debbie was the class slut, but she didn't just fuck anyone, oh no. Only the captain of the football team, or the best wrestler, or the tallest basketball player. She got to choose the jock, and even if they already had a girl at their beck and call, no one had never refused her, and never had she ever asked anyone but the top jock for a date... Until me.
So who was I to be two firsts? Besides, I considered Debbie probably to be the only person besides Joey who could hold a candle to me in the number of sexual partners. Okay, so that isn't really a good thing, but it still was something that brought her up (or down) to my level, and I have seen a lot of guys crash and burn from her nasty responses for an offer to go out on a date. I considered myself to be the only one who could give some of that back to her.
A lot of the differences between girls and guys are of course physical in nature, but there are a lot of psychological differences which are not caused by a hormone or sexual organ, but society and its standards or rules.
For example, when a young male has sex with numerous girls, he is called a stud and for the most part is respected by his male peers. However, when a girl has sex with numerous guys, she is called a slut and is seen as something which has been soiled or is otherwise unclean. Now of course this is all very silly, but you have to admit it is for the most part how we think as a society. I've never heard of a negative term for a sexually active male unless it involved homosexual activity.
So what makes a slut or a stud in the first place? Ignoring the cases of nymphomaniacs and Don Juanism, most sexually active people are regular people who simply enjoy the physical and emotional pleasure it gives them. The emotional factor is usually stronger with women than it is for men, and as the day went on, I started to realize this and started paying close attention to those who I found the most attracted to me without having felt my smile yet that day.
By the fifth hour, a pattern had developed concerning exactly who was vulnerable to becoming addicted to my empathic touch. While anyone could become addicted if I kept giving it to them regularly like I had done with my teachers, only those who were already in need for the comfort and happiness of another's empathic touch were driven to demand it.
The girls who were being attracted to me like moths to a flame were simply in need for that emotional pleasure which most people only feel while being intimate with another. I'm not claiming that all so called sluts only wanted to be loved or anything such as this. But the girls who were watching me intently as I walked down the halls all desired to feel the emotions I had briefly shared with them in greater quantities and in other ways.
Strangely enough, the day after Rachael and I fucked, she seemed quite content with herself and didn't feel need for a repeat that day. I was rather relieved about this, but at the same time I had hoped that she would have been willing to help me clear my head of my sexual cluttering thoughts once in a while, especially when I found I had increased my ability to study and do my homework from having relieved my sexual tensions in our fuck.
By the time I was walking out to meet Debbie by my car, I had made a list of seven different girls who I had determined were desperate for my empathic touch. I wasn't sure if they all would come to me or not, and I hoped that if they did, they would be spread out and wait their turn just so I would keep my head clear all week long.
"I went out with another guy who had a Porsche. His had real gold trim," she remarked when I unlocked the door for her.
"That's strange," I said before shutting the door so she couldn't immediately ask me what.
"What's strange?" she demanded when I opened my side and sat down.
"The only people I ever heard putting real gold trim on their cars were drug dealers or pimps," I made up.
"Well, he wasn't either of those," she said while thinking I may be right.
"You still up for pizza? Or would you rather do something else?" I said, flashing my smile.
"Oh, I don't know.. Lets go in the direction of the pizza place, then if something catches my eye, I'll let you know."
"All right," I said, sharply cutting off the empathic feeling I was transmitting.
"Or," she said hesitantly, "If you really want pizza, we can go there too."
"Not really, but I think I know a place we'd both like," I said giving her a weak grin.
"Where?"
"You'll see."
It took a good half hour to get there, and by that time she was doing everything she could to annoy me, but I didn't bother taking any of her comment seriously since I knew she'd shut up when she saw the insides.
"This place isn't that bad," she admitted when we walked into the little oriental restaurant. "Why didn't you tell me we were coming here? I would have dressed up.."
I gave her another smile, thinking of the fact I didn't expect her be in her clothes much longer so dressing up would have been a waste of time.
"You have reservation?" the short oriental woman asked after a polite bow.
"Yes, Timothy Brandton's party? I reserved one of the private rooms?"
The little oriental woman raised an eyebrow, then said, "Moment please," before turning around and disappeared in the back.
"Sweet woman," Debbie remarked. "Why did you get a private room? This place is empty."
"You'll see," I said as a rather tall oriental man came out, immediately followed by the woman.
"We don't allow minors in the private rooms," he said in a firm voice. "You can have a regular table or find someplace else to eat."
"Are you sure?" I said, pulling out a carefully folded little paper airplane which just happened to be made out of a hundred dollar bill and launched it towards him.
It hit his chest, and even though he spotted what it was, he ignored it and said, "We're sure."
"Sorry Sis. I guess we'll have to find another place to celebrate your birthday at," I simply said turning around.
Debbie, being the sneaky and cunning person she was, played her part by saying, "I told you dad should have come with us," as we walked out the door.
"Wait," the woman said rushing out behind us. "You brother and sister?"
"What? Can't you see the resemblance?" I asked, knowing she had troubles telling two Caucasians apart, let alone recognizing family resemblances.
"Then you can have room," she said hesitantly.
"Are you sure?" I said.
"Yes. Please come."
Debbie and I exchanged looks of success, then followed the woman back in only to be stopped by the man.
"No funny business, you hear? We used to let kids use the back rooms, but some parents complained and we almost got our permit taken away. And here," he said, handing me the unfolded airplane. "You'll be needing that later."
We were shown to our private room, Debbie's confusion clearly showing on her face when all we found in the room was a vinyl covered floor and lots of oriental paintings of nature scenes.
"What do we do? Eat on the floor?" Debbie asked.
"Yep," I said, taking my shoes and socks off. "You might as well get comfortable and take off your shoes and anything else you want. They won't be back."
"What do you mean, they wont' be back?" she said rather angrily. "We came here to eat."
I turned to one of the larger nature scenes and tugged at the corner of the frame. When it didn't give, I frowned, then tried the other side.
"What are you doing?" she said before trying the one next to mine. "Wow!"
"Heh. You see?" I said as she pulled out the large round covered dish from inside the refrigerator and examined its contents.
"Are there things behind all of them?" she asked when I took the bowl from her and popped it in the microwave that was hiding behind a smaller scene.
"Yeah, or at least.. all but this one," I said, feeling around the edge of the one I had tried first before the microwave dinged.
"There isn't any forks or even chop sticks.." she commented after opening all five compartments up.
"That's because you're supposed to eat them with your fingers.. or other body parts," I said as I handed the bowl to her and then grabbed another to warm.
"Are you crazy? What if they catch us?" she said smelling then tasting some of what I had handed her. "This one tastes.. Uhm.. sort of tangy."
"They won't," I said, getting a good fingerful and tasting it, finding it wasn't anything like what I had expected.
I put the cover back on that one and put it back in the refrigerator which it had come, then sampled the remaining three before deciding on one.
"Here.. Try this one," I said, giving her the one which had been warming then put the one I had picked in to warm also.
"You think I'm just going to let you seduce me with this stuff?" she said huffily.
I smiled at her as I dipped my finger into the one I had given her, brought my finger to my mouth, then slowly took a lick from it before sneakily wiping the rest on her upper lip.
I knew that it was one of the two sweet ones, for when my dad had taken us to eat there the previous week, I remembered that the purple one was the best and sweetest. There apparently were several private rooms, for this wasn't as near as nice as the one I had been in before, but considering it was just the two of us, I had just let it go as long as the food was the same.
"Mmm, this does taste good," she said after tasting it, struggling to keep her arousal from giving up her position of control.
"Try some of this," I said, loading up my finger with the one I had been warming.
She hesitated a moment before taking some from my finger, then visibly embraced the reward my smile was giving her.
"May I try?" she asked once she had cleaned off my finger, picking up a different bowl and loading up two fingers with it.
I licked her fingers off energetically, then accepted her other hand serving a different one directly into my mouth. But then I had her hold up while I removed my shirt and pants.
"I don't want to get it all over my clothes," I explained.
She didn't the least bit flustered by the fact I only had my boxers on which were tented up very nicely. We took two more turns each feeding the other a different treat, then she dripped some on my chest accidentally and we paused to consider our little game.
"Okay, I'll get it," she said after sitting there under my smile for nearly two minutes.
Once she had used her tongue to lap up the blotch which had been making its way down my chest, I started undressing her while she lost herself in her licking.
Debbie really did have a nice body. If I had remembered Holly's best friend Tammy at the time, I would have probably rated Debbie right up there with her centerfold quality figure and perfect skin. Her breasts were full and meaty, yet not too much for one to devour, and her cunt... I was glad I had brought her to that place because I had every intention of eating her out in the literal sense after seeing her wonderful serving dish.
I had expected to have to use my magic touch on her to get what I wanted from her, but Debbie wasn't the class slut for nothing. Once she had gotten into the horny stage, she was quite willing to explore some new and kinky stuff with me.
She didn't resist my undressing her in the least, and even though she was rather busy with licking my chest afterwards, she didn't mind stopping so I could have my turn licking hers.
Of course I'm certain she knew what I had in mind, and I know she enjoyed my painting of her breasts and tummy with the purple finger food. Then she impressed me with her self control by allowing me to finish without rushing me even though she was incredibly turned by the idea of doing something similar with me.
When we did switch roles, she didn't waist any time removing my jockey shorts, dumping the entire bowl of the white paste on my cock, tummy, and chest, then used her breasts and later her whole upper body to spread it around while she licked up what would have gotten away.
Oh she was a wild woman. She used her tits to smear up my cock with the food she had collected from other parts of my body, then cleaned off my cock with her mouth before working her body over mine to get some more. I was so turned on by the time she had had her fill, I was ready to skip any further fooling around and go for the fuck.
But I didn't have to do anything to get that. She just dumped the rest of the purple finger food on my cock and chest, then promptly mounted me after taking a big long lick up my body and shoved half of what she had collected into my mouth with her tongue.
Once we had cleaned each others mouths out, we fucked like animals, and after I shot my hot spunk inside her, I rediscovered the wonder and pleasure of making a woman moan with passion as I thoroughly cleaned her cunt out with my fingers and tongue.
I was rather sedated by the time I had finished, my mind having been cleared of my lust and fuck needs. But Debbie was as turned on as ever, mostly because she had never had anyone eat her out after they came inside her before. She apparently knew a little about what I liked in sex because she simply got on her knees before me, bent over, and spread her ass cheeks with her hands.
I couldn't believe she was offering me her virgin ass like that. I was instantly hard and ready to go, then went a step further by grabbing a bowl out of the refrigerator and using it cold to lube her up while I loosened her too.
Unfortunately, just as I had gotten fully inside her rectum, I raised my fingers to my lips to clean them off with my mouth without thinking. The instant the corruption hit my nose, I was assaulted with flashbacks of the dirty sex with Joey last fall.
I still managed to fuck her ass to her satisfaction, but I didn't enjoy it in the least, and it was a wonder I was able to do it as disorientating my flashbacks were. After she came, I just pulled out and let myself go limp onto the floor, then rode out the rest of the flashbacks while Debbie laid next to me purring like a cat.
Okay, so she wasn't purring, but if cats could talk, that's what they would sound like. I don't have a clue at what she was saying to me, but in our future fucks I learned she just liked to talk a lot after sex and didn't mind if she did all the talking.
Once my flashbacks had subsided, I was able to concentrate on the current situation and was suddenly very aware at how much food we had gotten into our hair, not to mention everywhere else.
"I was wondering when you were going to snap out of it. I know I'm good, but still," Debbie said with a cocky grin.
"Sorry," I simply said as I stood up. "Are you ready to leave?"
"No, I'm not," she said, rolling onto her back to give me a full view of her perfect body that was covered from head to toe by a drying paste. Her sprawling out on the floor naked like that would have normally made me go hard again, but I had had my fill of sex for the day, and simply held out my hand as an offer to help her up.
She just laid there with this "worship me" look in her eyes, intending to establish that she was the one who decided things here.
I took a few moments to reflect on whether or not to submit to her like that, for I really didn't have any motivation to turn the tables on her and give her a taste of her own medicine.
Logically, she would be easier to live with if I did as she wished, but I also knew it might lead up to a considerable amount of trouble later if she got carried away with it. Debbie didn't have any affectionate feelings for me, or anyone for that matter, but I wasn't interested in changing that either. She was like me in that sense. She craved the release and the resulting clear mindedness as much or more as the physical pleasure involved, and so I didn't see any reason to complicate things between us by fighting her like that.
And since I had no silly emotions such as pride to lose, I got down on my hands and knees and began cleaning her skin with my tongue. Once she was satisfied I wasn't going to back out, she announced she was ready to go, but she was surprised when I stopped and got back up to my feet without argument.
"I don't suppose you've thought as far ahead as how we get out of here without making a scene," she teased.
"Why would we make a scene?" I asked, having finally figured out what that first nature scene graphic had contained.
I slid the large nature scene upwards to reveal a sink and a few towels and washcloths, then proceeded to fill the basin up with warm water before finding her laying down again and waiting for me to finish cleaning her up.
To my surprise, I found myself aroused again after rinsing my cloth for the fourth time and returned to her to do her legs and feet. Debbie too was getting turned on again from all my fondling, and after I finished, I just sat back and waited to see what she was going to do.
The only movement she made was to spread her legs apart to give me a good view of her moist pussy, not that she needed to do anything more than that. I simply crawled up to her and mounted her, then managed to smear half of the paste that was still covering me onto her.
After having to use my magic touch on her to get her to cum, she cleaned herself up while I rested, then we both took a washcloth to clean me up. By the time we finished and went out to pay the bill, it was after six and the place was packed.
I only can imagine the face the short oriental woman made when she went back to our room and found the mess we had made, especially when she saw the outline of my ass on the paste covered floor.