by bobwhite
Author’s Note: I don’t write romance very often. But, this has been a good February for me, and it seemed right to write something for Softi’s February 2006 writing contest. I broke too many rules to win, but I hope you enjoy the story anyway. Special thanks go to mnemosyne for editing help.
One of the things that makes small towns great are the small restaurants that aren’t part of some multinational chain. People go to the local greasy spoon, pull up a chair to the table or sit on a stool at the counter, order food, and visit with the other people who were either too lazy to cook or just looking for company. It’s not about getting the food in under five minutes, it’s about community and decent food—although complaining about the quality of the food is obligatory and failure to do so is considered rude by some of the owners of these little diners.
People are bound to run into their friends, relatives, coworkers, or classmates at the local diner. For some, it’s the main reason for going out for supper in the first place. There are times you see someone you like, and then there are times when you see someone you can’t stand. It really gets ugly when those two people are with each other, though. And Matt is used to seeing someone he likes with someone he hates. Aimee, his best friend since third grade, and Brad, a football player, were sitting at the booth by the front window of the joint. And as per usual, they were fighting.
Matt, not wanting to get involved, was just going to get up and go. He’d planned on staying in the diner and talking to his uncle, who owned the place. When Aimee and Brad arrived, Matt looked at the clock and hoped that Brad would keep his cool for at least the twenty minutes left before the place closed. And, as much as he liked—nay, loved—Aimee, he knew that she didn’t want him as anything more than a friend. He was a really close friend, almost like a sister with a penis, but no more. And while he never made an attempt to win her heart, he never laid down the torch he carried for her, either.
Normally, he would be happy to see Aimee, but couldn’t talk to her because Brad was around—and he was the jealous type. His letterman jacket entitled him to ownership of his girlfriend as far as he was concerned; at least, that’s what anybody who ever saw how he treated his girlfriends thought. Aimee had worn sunglasses to school for the past couple of days, and Matt didn’t want to stick his nose in her business, so he had avoided asking her about it. But the school was talking about it, and the grapevine had it that Brad liked to hit her.
Matt was not one to judge, and he didn’t like seeing Aimee and Brad’s public fights, so he decided to leave when the shouting began. He paid for his half-eaten meal and walked to the door. He stood there with the door open, stopping only for a moment to look at Aimee, who was facing him but crying and yelling at Brad. People in the diner were making a conscious effort to look away, and Matt didn’t know what drew his eyes to the scene. Morbid curiosity? Unrequited love? Years later, he would just chalk it up to a mixture of coincidence and instinct.
Regardless of why he looked, he saw all he needed to see. Brad stood up, called her something particularly foul, and slapped her so hard her sunglasses flew off her head. When she looked at him, wordlessly pleading for him not to hit her again, he hit her again. This time, his fist was closed. Because Brad was the son of the county sheriff, nobody would even look in their direction—Sheriff Dratcher could have been the inspiration for small town law enforcement officer stereotypes, and around Carrollton, it was best to just leave him and his unruly son alone.
Matt’s parents had told him to never put much faith in what people say about other people, especially if the one being talked about is popular. So, he’d just passed off the rumors about Brad’s treatment of his girlfriends as just that—rumors. But this was no rumor. He’d seen it.
Taking two steps back, Matt allowed the door to close in front of him. He didn’t fancy himself a knight in shining armor, but that display was over the line. Slowly, he walked over to the table. “Come on, Aimee. I’ll take you home, it’ll be OK,” he said with his hand held out to her.
She took it, and got up from the booth. In seconds, she was out the door and headed toward Matt’s car.
“OK, you little fuck, you’re dead,” Brad said. To his surprise, though, he remained seated. When his failed attempts to get up finally subsided, his face betrayed the fact that his fury was now mixed with a twinge of fear, as if something wasn’t quite right with the situation.
“Trouble getting up, Brad? Listen. Follow me outside,” he told the seething jock. Addressing the table on the other side of the diner, the one populated by five of Brad’s fellow football players, he announced, “Listen up. I want five men to volunteer to beat the shit out of this guy who likes to hit girls. Any takers?”
Brad’s teammates stood up and followed him and Matt outside. Matt told Brad to stand in the middle of the parking lot, which he did. The other guys surrounded him. Aimee walked away from Matt’s car and walked toward where he was standing and giving instructions. Instinctively, Matt turned and saw her approaching him. He motioned for her to stop, and she did.
Pitching his voice low, Matt spoke to the six football players. The sound of the locusts, he hoped, would be enough to drown out his voice so that Aimee would not be able to hear what he was saying—briefly, he was glad it was almost eleven o’clock; he would have never had the nerve to do this in full daylight. Hell, even the yellowish glow of the pole lights is probably too much... OK, time to get this underway.
Aimee, standing about halfway between Matt and his car, watched her friend speaking for about a minute or so to Brad and his teammates. They took their jackets off when Matt stopped talking, and he turned and walked toward her as the guys began to move around Brad. Matt came up to Aimee and tenderly brushed a lock of her dark, curly hair away from her bruised face. Aimee gasped—but not at the gesture. Matt turned around and looked at the six men he’d just instructed.
One of them—Joe, or maybe Ben; it was hard to tell in the dim, dull light—had struck Brad in the jaw. Matt put his arm around Aimee as the mêlée began, and they went back to his car; neither looked back to the fight. When they were finally in his car, Matt silently started the long drive to his house out in the country. Once safely out of town, Matt broke the silence. “Look, I know I kind of forced you to leave with me back there, and I don’t mean to treat you like a little girl who can’t take care of herself. I don’t want to be a hero rescuing the damsel in distress, but—”
“Thank you, Matt,” Aimee said, looking down, her face throbbing. “But what just happened back there? Those guys are his friends....” Her words dissolved into quiet weeping.
Matt just sighed. “Don’t worry, they’ll do what I told them, and Brad will never touch you again or they’ll beat him down again. Please, just relax and put him behind you. I’m taking you to my house so you can... clean up....” So you can put an ice bag on your face, so that the swelling doesn’t set in too much....
“I’ll be glad to have that ice bag,” Aimee said, looking at Matt.
Oh shit! Matt thought, suddenly aware that his anger hadn’t subsided yet and that he was projecting.
“Oh shit?” Aimee questioned. “Oh shit? What do you mean... wait, your lips aren’t moving... I can hear you talking... Matt, what’s going on? Is this a joke? I’m not laughing. What about his dad, you know how he is!”
Mustering his strength, he focused his mind on Aimee and said, “Brad’s dad isn’t going to find out about this because nobody is going to tell him how his son got the shit knocked out of him. Everything’s OK, it’s fine, Brad won’t bother you again and I’m here for you. You understand.” That last bit took a bit out of him and the car swerved. He came to himself quickly enough to recover, but he was still glad he wasn’t far from home.
As he expected, his little push had stopped her questions. But he didn’t expect her to put her hand on his thigh and her head on his shoulder as he drove the rest of the way to his house. He was going to pry into her head just a bit to see what that was all about, but he decided he’d better just get home before he got too distracted and lost control of the car. Again.
“Ever notice how much an ice bag looks like a barret?” Matt asked as he filled an old-fashioned ice bag with a little water and a lot of ice and handed it to Aimee. “There, put it on the side of your face... it won’t help if there’re any bruises forming, but it should help with the swelling.”
Aimee took the bag and held it to her face. She flinched as the cold material contacted her burning, painful face. After a few moments, she found the courage to speak what had been on her mind since Matt had told her that she understood.
“Matt... somehow I think I already know... but tell me how you made Brad’s friends beat him up.”
Matt had been getting a couple glasses of sweet tea when he heard the question, and he stopped for a moment. “Aimee....”
“And how did I hear you talking in the car when your mouth was closed? Why did I just get up and go with you? I mean, thank you... sorry, that didn’t come out right... but when you told me to understand... I think I did. I do, I mean. You can make things happen, can’t you?” Her voice was pitched low, and her tone skirted the line between worry and accusation.
He turned around and set the glasses of iced tea on the table, and then took a seat next to Aimee. Way to go, genius. How much did I shove into her head when I told her to understand? Just tell her, you can always make her forget later... you’re back in control now, just tell her, see how she reacts... “I... (sigh) I can make people do things. I don’t even have to speak, but it helps me focus. I’m pretty good at it, actually....”
He waited for her to respond. After she took a few drinks of tea, she finally said, “Somehow I knew it... and... I know how you feel about me.” When she said the last part, she put her free hand on his arm.
“I know you just want to be friends, Aimee,” Matt said, looking down at his drink. “I suppose I could have changed that, but I didn’t want to make it happen. I did that once or twice,” he admitted, testing the waters. Aimee smiled, almost playfully, and lifted an eyebrow. “But, while it was... well, fun, it wasn’t any more than just that.”
“What’s wrong with fun? Why didn’t you get yourself a girlfriend? You put up with a lot of shit at school because you aren’t dating anyone. You could have anyone, couldn’t you?”
Matt nodded.
“I... I don’t know how, but I think I can... wait, I can remember some of the things you’ve done.” Aimee closed her eyes and concentrated, lowering the ice bag form her face. A faint smile spread over her face again, and she opened her eyes. “It’s weird, like trying to remember lines in a movie I haven’t seen for years.”
“Sorry,” Matt said. “Like I said, I’m pretty good. But, I’m not an expert, and while I don’t usually lose control, I can’t really completely control what I do when I’m... well, upset or stressed. So I try not to...” Matt trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
“Push,” she finished for him. “You try not to push them. That’s what you call it, isn’t it? I guess I know that too. What’s going on?”
“I think I pushed you too hard when I told you to understand, Aimee. I think I fed you enough of... well, enough of me... to allow you to understand. I was still pissed at Brad, and like I said—”
“You have trouble with control when you’re stressed,” Aimee said, finishing his sentence again.
For an hour or so, they just sat there in his kitchen, drinking tea and talking a little. He’d refilled their glasses once, and they were halfway through their second glass when she asked him about how he’d “pushed” girls before. He started to say that he was younger (and it had been two years ago since he’d last used his power for sex), and that he didn’t ever plan on doing it again, but she stopped him.
“Yeah yeah yeah... look, I’ve been thinking.”
“I know,” Matt teased. She took a surprised expression, and he quickly added, “Hey, I didn’t peek inside your head. I promise.”
She gave him a sly grin and continued. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking. A guy like you... well, I guess what I’m trying to say is... could you... you know, because you can make people do... well....”
Matt grabbed and squeezed her hand. “Let me in, and I’ll try to figure out what you’re trying to say.” She nodded and closed her eyes, and Matt skimmed her thoughts. Where he’d expected to find questions about how it worked and why he never used it on her if he liked her so much, he found something else. It was something that he hadn’t shielded himself against, and his cock stirred to life in response.
When she saw Matt’s expression, Aimee giggled and blushed a little, rubbing his hand with her fingers. “Surprised? Tell me.”
“I’m just amazed you can even think of that... I mean, a couple of hours ago...” Matt shook his head in disbelief and adjusted his pants.
“A couple of hours ago, I was hit by an asshole who is probably in the hospital right now. A few minutes later, I found out that there was a guy who I’ve always liked who was in love with me so much that he didn’t treat me like a sex doll when he could have done so on a whim. I’m here with that rare person—the mystical best friend of the opposite sex—and for the first time, I feel like I’m with the only man who can ever truly understand me, and who I can understand just as well as I know myself.”
“Fair enough... but that’s not what you were thinking, Aimee.”
“No. I can’t help it—come on, you know women enjoy sex. If I recall,” she said, squinting as she tried to recall one of his memories that she now possessed, “yes... yeah, you made sure Erin had a great time. You can change how my body feels things, can’t you?”
Matt blushed this time, and he suddenly couldn’t meet Aimee’s eyes.
“It’s OK, Matt. Answer me.”
Taking a deep breath to steady his voice, he said, “Yes, I can change how you feel things. It’s no different than telling you what to do, really... all physical sensation occurs in the brain, after all.”
Aimee stood up, took the ice bag to the sink, and emptied it. She dragged her chair around so she could sit facing him with no table in the way. Finally sitting down, she said, “My face still hurts. I don’t think the ice will stop any more swelling. Can you make it not hurt?”
Matt smiled tenderly and held her hands. He lifted an eyebrow, and Aimee breathed deeply. “Wow,” she said. “It feels like normal....”
“Be careful, it’s still an injury and the skin is tender. But, it won’t hurt you.”
Aimee took her hands from his and put them on his thighs. Rubbing them up and down slowly, she asked, “And what about what I was thinking about earlier?”
“Aimee, I don’t think we should go there....”
Silently, Aimee stood from her chair. She took a couple of steps and straddled Matt’s legs, finally sitting on his lap, facing him. Running her hands through his hair, she turned his head slightly and bent to kiss him. She had to lick his lips to get him to open his mouth. Finally, he slid his tongue into her mouth and gave her what he thought was a decent kiss. That was not good enough, though. Pulling away slightly, she told him, “use your mind... kiss me the way I want... anticipate it... do something with that head of yours, Matt, make this the best kiss I’ve ever had, please... only you can do this... show me how much you love me....”
Matt licked his lips and nodded. Aimee kissed him again, gripping his hair tightly. And a few seconds later, Matt’s tongue grew more bold. It went where she wanted it to go, it danced over and around her tongue and occasionally grazed the back of her teeth—something she always loved when done just right.
After a long, wet kiss that Aimee knew beyond a doubt to be the best kiss she’d ever had, she asked, “Can we go to your bedroom?”
“Aimee, let’s not rush—”
“No, Matt. You’ve waited, you could have had me any way you wanted but you didn’t. You have loved me for as long as you can remember liking girls. I understand. I want you. I love—”
“Don’t say it! You don’t—”
“I love you,” Aimee said. “I do know what I’m saying. And I don’t care if you made me feel like this on purpose, by accident, or even at all.. This is wonderful, this feeling, and I want you, Matt. Take me to your room, and make me forget all the guys I’ve ever been with. Make me yours. Please.”
Aimee stood up and took Matt’s hands in her own. Drawing Matt up, she said, “Will we wake your parents? It’s late and I know they go to bed early....”
Matt closed his eyes for a moment. Opening them, he said, “Nope. They’re not going to wake up, no matter how loud we are. But are you sure you want to do this?”
Aimee answered by grabbing his belt buckle and dragging him out of the kitchen. Matt mentally told her where his room was, and they weren’t in there for long before they were naked and on his bed, kissing and holding each other.
Matt was already hard, and as they lay on his bed, he said, “OK, last chance. We can stop now, and never talk about this again....”
With catlike speed, Aimee got on top of him and covered his body with hers. “Matt, enough. Let me make this clear: I want you do to things to me that no other human being, no matter how strong, long, talented, or whatever, could ever do to me. I know you can do... do... ooooooooooh, yeah.... it feels like... you’re licking my... oh....”
Aimee’s hips wiggled as phantom tongues probed her pussy, which was getting wetter by the second. In the back of her mind, she thought about how it would feel if someone were nibbling on her neck while she was getting oral, and a moment later she felt that, too.
“Th-this... is... amazing... now let me see... mmmmm, yeah, there we go!” she said, finally wiggling in such a way that his cock, which had been pressed between their bodies, was free and pointed at her womanhood. Carefully, using a talent she’d learned the fun way, she slid down onto his erection without even having to guide him in.
He thrust into her slowly, each thrust nearly making her cum. But, he couldn’t manage to get the right rhythm with her on top and laying on him, so with a few quick thrusts, he gave her a quick and solid orgasm. She moaned, almost growling, in ecstasy. He used the distraction to roll her onto her back. But, she came to her senses and rolled him back over.
“Oh no you don’t... let me show you what I can do....” And with that, she sat up on his pole and rode him. Her hips took on a forward and back motion that surprised him; the other girls had tried to hop up and down on him—and they got tired too quickly. But she could control her speed, and started going faster and faster, stopping a few times to lift up and slam her pussy onto his dick a few times, before going back to her other motions.
Matt was in heaven, but he focused enough to see what else he could do for her. The nibbling on her neck was still getting to her, so he added a sucking and biting sensation to her nipples—that drove her crazy, and she started to squeal between her long, throaty moans. But after several minutes of that, she was getting used to it. Carefully, he probed around in her mind to see what kinky things she’d ever thought about trying. He found a what he was looking for and added the appropriate sensations with a sharp slap to her ass.
When she felt the change, she collapsed onto him, her body shaking and her cunt squeezing his cock as she came. She got back to her knees and let him thrust his up into her, and came again and again as tongues danced over her clit and ass. Tiny bites attacked her nipples and neck, and he reached down and spanked her again to add to the effect.
“Oh... fuck, fuck me... fuck me, I’m cumming... mmmmmmmmmm, uuuungh!” she moaned as she came again.
He had by that point lost count of how many times he’d made her cum. The tongue at her ass was rimming her with quick, wet, hot tongue jabs. He knew that what she was feeling would be impossible without his help, given their position. But, peeking inside her head again, he learned that it didn’t matter to her that it was impossible to have two mouths pleasuring her front and back holes while a perfectly shaped cock drilled her slit.
Instead, he heard her mind wonder what it would be like to have dozens, then hundreds, of mouths and tongues licking, kissing, and biting her in different places all over her body at once. Matt, approaching his own climax, added any sensation she was curious about as soon as she formed the thought. And, he made sure it felt good to her.
By the time he came inside her, she even felt that perfect kiss from before in addition to all the other feelings coursing through her body. Panting and exhausted, Aimee fell forward, once again covering Matt’s sweaty body. He slowly sent the phantom tongues and lips that had been bathing her with kisses away, allowing her to come down from her sexual high. Slowly (and a little reluctantly), she moved off of him and slid to his side, laying in his arm. Her head resting on his shoulder, she put her hand over his heart, which she knew belonged to her just as her heart was his.
For a long time, they lay there, Aimee feeling the subtle thump of Matt’s heart with her hand over his breastbone as he came down. Finally, Matt spoke. “That was... wild. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this, Aimee.”
“Yes I do, Matt.”
He laughed. “Yeah, sorry about that. Listen, if you—”
She covered his mouth with her hand. “Look, it’s OK. I want this, I don’t blame you, and I love you.”
“But... it could be fake,” he said.
“It’s not, as far as I’m concerned. And I know you love me—that’s good enough, isn’t it?”
“Good point,” Matt said. “So... are we going out now? You know, should I give you my class ring?”
“What do you think?”
Matt laughed, realizing how stupid the question was. Sobering, he said, “Listen. I promise you that I won’t ever hurt you. And if you want to leave, just tell me.”
“Matt, eventually, you are going to hurt me. We’re human. Just promise to love me. The rest we can worry about later.”
“You already know how I feel.”
“OK, good point,” Aimee conceded. “But tell me: are you ever going to get horny and take some other girl to bed? I mean, I know you are capable....”
Matt’s voice almost sounded hurt as he said, “No, never. I would never have another woman when I have you.”
Playfully, Aimee said, “Never? Not even if I ask you?” Matt’s expression was priceless, and Aimee quickly added, “Hey, easy, just kidding. You’re all mine... but it’s something fun to think about... hey, I never thought about doing a three-way before... well, not with with an extra girl, anyway. Thanks, Matt.” She kissed him, and he responded with another kiss that was better than the last. Before he wanted it to end, though, she broke it off.
“What, don’t want to go for another round?” he asked, only half-joking.
“While I’m sure it would be fun, I do have to go home. It’s really late, and by now my parents have heard about what happened. Give me a ride?”
“Sure,” Matt said. They both sat up and got off the bed, gathering their discarded clothing.
“Oh... when we get there, can you do something so they don’t ask my why I’m so late, why I’m with you, and what happened? I want all of that... stuff... to be behind me,” Aimee asked.
“No problem, but let’s not make a habit of messing with their heads. Like I said, I’m still not great at what I do.”
Matt had finished dressing when he said that, and Aimee—still topless—came to him and put his hands on her full breasts. “Not great? You sure seem fine to me. Now, let’s go. I think my shirt is in the hall.”
Maybe in a few years, I should save up for a ring, Matt thought as Aimee picked up her shirt.
Aimee stopped dead in her tracks and spun around, her uncovered breasts jiggling slightly. The look on her face told him that she’d heard him. What’s happening? Can she hear me now? This never happened before.
Aimee looked like she was listening to a whisper in a crowded, noisy room. Finally, she told Matt, “I can hear you, just barely, and I’m glad it never happened before. I guess this is the real thing, isn’t it? You’re the one. I’m your one, too.” She closed her eyes and concentrated. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and Matt felt a faint lick going from his scrotum, up his shaft, and over the head of his dick. Again, his erection strained his pants as the sensation faded.
“How did you....” Matt began.
“I don’t know, Matt. But we have a long time to figure out how far this goes,” Aimee said, finally putting on her shirt.
“Take me home, Matt.”
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