Caleb 1 – Awakening

Scars don't just disappear.

I'd had one since I was little - for as long as I could remember, really. It had been quite the odd one too: almost like a bracelet around my left wrist. At the risk of being grotesque and making it sound worse than it was, I'd come to think of it in later years as what might happen if an actual red-hot bracelet had been put on there for just long enough to leave a rough pattern. One could feel it were they to run their fingers over it, but it hadn't been so noticeable that everybody's eyes had been drawn to it all the time. According to my parents, I'd been born with it. It was in my medical records and everything, and even my schools had been told about it in advance. My parents obviously hadn't wanted anybody calling child protective services, even if the records would have settled the matter quickly thereafter.

Every now and again, it had itched. Over time, I'd stopped thinking about it - even when I'd absentmindedly scratched at it.

So, when did it vanish? I wish I could tell you that I noticed right away when it did; I was a little slow on the uptake. Roundabouts my twentieth birthday, though, strange things started happening, and so that's where this story begins.

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We were in the middle of a heat wave and the night had been close and muggy.

Josh, my roommate, had come back to the room late the previous night, in a very confused state. He’d been kind of half-angry, half-frustrated, and yet laughing almost hysterically too. Apparently, he and his girlfriend, Louise, had spent a good part of the evening in her dorm room since her roomie had gone home early. They had been making out and getting ready for the main event when, out of the blue, Louise's older sister had decided to come calling. Josh had hidden under the bed in her room for almost three hours until the sister had left, by which time Louise had lost the mood and kicked him out with nothing more than a good night kiss and a severe case of blue balls.

I awoke to my normal morning wood and was contemplating taking myself into the shower to deal with it. I glanced across at Josh's bed to see if he was awake, and whether it was safe for me to move without him seeing me in that state. I was met with an amazing sight.

At some time during the night, Josh had kicked off his bedclothes, and, since he apparently had decided to sleep naked, was laid on his back on his bed - still asleep, but with a huge erection standing proudly. He had a beautiful cock: easily seven inches long, not overly thick, but with a fat mushroom head that was, at that moment, bobbing gently in time with his heartbeat.

Stunned for a moment, I stared at the image before me. My hand unconsciously closed around my own, slightly smaller cock and squeezed gently. I glanced up at his face, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was regular.

I regarded his cock again and licked my lips. I imagined how it might feel to close my hand around his cock, just as I was currently holding my own. I fantasized that it was, indeed, his cock that I had my hand around, and again gave another gentle squeeze. A bead of clear fluid appeared on his cockhead, glistening in the morning sun that was filtering through the cracks in the blinds.

Another glance confirmed that he was still sleeping; I returned my gaze to his crotch, gently rubbing my own cock. My eyes were fixed on that bead, which had doubled in size and was beginning to head south, dripping in slow motion towards his belly.

I pictured myself stretching out to catch that drip with my tongue, then moving to feel the heat of the fat, throbbing mushroom head. I’d taste his musk and then chase the drip back up until the tip of my tongue lapped gently around his slit.

His prick jerked suddenly. He let out a stifled groan and I looked quickly back at his face. He was apparently having an interesting dream. He was definitely still asleep, but his breathing had started to become heavier, and the pulsing of his tool had become quicker, matching his increasing heart rate. The veins on his shaft were standing out more distinctly, and precum was starting to ooze out, chasing the drip onto his belly and working its way toward his belly button.

I continued to stroke myself, still imagining it was his hardness that I held in my hand. I imagined once again bringing my head towards his groin, inhaling the scent of his maleness, feeling his blood pulsing through his cock. I imagined how it might feel to take the head of his penis into my mouth, run my tongue around the head, and taste the salty musk of his precum. I stroked myself faster as I dreamed of gently cupping and squeezing the balls nestled at its base, then taking him further into my mouth, moving my head slowly up and down, sucking and licking at him.

The imagery was intense - so much so that, after only a few minutes, I could feel my own balls start to tighten and churn. I stroked harder and faster, trying to both satisfy my own craving and not disturb Josh's sleep. I took careful glances at his face periodically to make sure that he had not woken up.

His precum had turned into a river by then, drooling constantly from his piss slit and pooling in his navel. I imagined pulling back, allowing the head of that magnificent organ to pop out of my mouth, before running my tongue down the length of his shaft, licking around his balls and then back up. I dreamed of running the tip of my tongue under the head of his cock before once more sucking his cockhead into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it as I bobbed up and down. I’d take more and more of his delicious meat into my mouth until I had pushed my face all the way down, so that the head of his cock was throbbing and drooling in my throat. I imagined that I could feel his cock becoming even harder in my mouth, the head swelling in the back of my throat - that I could feel his pulse as his meat throbbed and jumped in my mouth.

I was wanking my own cock like crazy; it was slick from my own precum, which was drooling from my cock at a similar rate to Josh's.

With a last glance at his sleeping face, I once again immersed myself in the fantasy of feeling the hardness and heat of his straining cock in my hand as I slurped and licked at his circumcised head, lapping up the precum as fast as it came out. I imagined sucking harder, waiting and hoping for him to shoot a load of his cum into my mouth.

With that thought, I reached my own climax. With a quiet grunt, I felt my cock pulse, and the first spurt of spunk jetted from it, soaking my belly under my covers.

At the exact same instant, Josh let out a long, low moan, and his cock throbbed massively. I was amazed to see a huge gout of cum launch itself from his slit, and arc, almost in slow motion, through the air before splattering itself on his upper belly. In time with my own orgasm, his second spurt was even bigger than the first, rocketing out of him and splattering onto his chest and throat.

Jet after jet of hot, thick, creamy whiteness spewed from his cock, covering his chest and belly in a pool. In the frenzy of my own straining cumshot, I longed to lap it all up; to feel the sweet, salty stickiness of it on my tongue; to taste his musk; to wrap my lips around the head of his still-throbbing member and catch the final spurts of his emission.

Finally, both our orgasms tailed off, and Josh groaned. I snapped my eyes closed, knowing he was waking, and tried to control my breathing to make him think I was still asleep.

"Fuck me!" I heard him whisper. "What the hell was that?"

Through slitted eyes, I saw him glance over at me almost guiltily. Apparently satisfied I was still asleep, he ran his hand down his belly, feeling the sticky wetness there before grabbing his cock and squeezing it, forcing out the last pearls of cum.

I wished that I could have been close enough to stretch out my tongue and clean off those pearls.

Josh shuddered again.

Glancing at me once again, he quietly got out of bed and went into the bathroom, where I heard the shower start up.

The room smelled of cum, heavy and musky. Whether it was his cum, mine, or both I wasn't sure, but my softening cock started to stiffen again at the scent. I grabbed a towel from my sports kit, and, after a quick wipe-down, pushed it under my bed for disposal later. I threw on some boxers, shorts, and a tee shirt, and opened the window to let in some air. By the time Josh was finished in the bathroom I was sitting back on my bed, waiting for my turn – and hopefully looking perfectly innocent. I stood up as he walked back into the room, also wearing shorts and a tee shirt.

"Hey," he said.

"Morning," I replied, feigning a yawn.

He looked at me sidelong. "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah," I said, and he stiffened slightly. “Next time, don't slam the bathroom door.”

He relaxed and grinned at me a little sheepishly. “Sorry!” he said, “Oh hey, happy birthday!”

I grinned back at him. “Thanks,” I said before turning into the bathroom. My only thought was that that had been a very interesting way to start my birthday. It been a little pervy, and very hot, but it hadn’t been strange.

Well, okay. It hadn’t been strange strange.

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I don't want to give too much away too soon, so let's leave it here: as I was scrubbing my arms, wrists, and hands that morning, I simply did not notice whether my scar was still there or not. I'd just finished stealthily jerking off while gawking at my naked, sleeping roommate - and while seeing him have the mother of all wet dreams. My mindset was anything but attentive.

Josh had left the room by the time I had gotten out of the shower.

I dressed, then realized I was hungry, and so I headed down to the cafeteria to get some breakfast. As I was walking down the corridor I spotted Angela, a girl I had always admired from afar, walking towards me.

Angela was simply gorgeous. She wasn't one of the 'cheerleader' crowd, but she had an amazing body. Most importantly, she had that ass.

I have to admit, I'm an ass man. If someone's butt is hot, they immediately jump up several notches in my book, and I've spent years learning how to discretely ogle hot butts whenever I think can get away with it. Angela's was firm, tight, and well-rounded, just the way I like them.

As well as having a hind end to die for, Angela also had a great personality. She was kind, generous, and fun to be around. Unfortunately for me, she was also in a relationship with a friend of mine, Bob, so she was off-limits. That didn't prevent me from looking, though.

I decided to deploy one of my many well-practiced butt-ogling techniques. I stopped and turned, pretending to look around for something. It was perfectly innocent; after all, I was looking away from Angela, not toward her. Then I waited for her to pass by, and, what a coincidence, there was her ass, right in my eye-line. Sadly, although she was wearing jeans tight enough to have been painted on, I couldn't see much of her ass; she had a shirt on which was untucked and fell almost to the top of her thighs. I could just see the bottom of her ass cheeks, though, and that was still pretty awesome.

I imagined what it would be like if she were to pull up her shirt to reveal that gorgeous butt of hers, letting me appreciate her full beauty.

Suddenly she stopped walking, and, for absolutely no reason I could see, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up. My jaw dropped. The sight of her beautiful rear end didn't do anything to break the spell. I was so stunned that I didn't even notice her turn slightly to look at me.

She laughed, then shouted, "Busted!"

I blushed, but also grinned.

"Sorry," I said, and turned to continue my trek to the cafeteria, hearing her laughter fading as we parted ways.

Angela's shout had distracted me from the strangeness of what had just transpired, but not for long. I walked down the halls on autopilot. My mind raced. I thought back to the event earlier with Josh. I had originally thought he had had a wet dream, but I was reconsidering. I’d imagined him having a fantastic sexual encounter – with me – and he’d shot off like someone who indeed had just had one. I asked myself if I’d imagined him coming. I remembered very distinctly that I’d hoped for it. That seemed very close, conceptually.

The idea that was percolating in my mind seemed far-fetched, but I did what one does: I pinched myself, making sure I wasn't dreaming. It hurt, and I didn't wake up in my bed. I had just briefly fantasized about Angela lifting up her shirt to show me her ass, and then she'd done exactly that. What she'd done afterwards hadn't been a part of my little fantasy, though. I didn't know what that meant.

I needed to run tests.

I looked up at the ceiling and fixed my attention on a light. I imagined the bulb exploding in a shower of sparks and glass shards.

Nothing happened.

I huffed. The test didn't prove anything except that I couldn't make a light explode just by imagining it, but it would've been a lot cooler if I could. It didn't prove that I didn't have any powers at all.

I arrived at the cafeteria and joined the queue for breakfast.

There were a number of people in front of me, and once again I was presented with a cornucopia of butts to observe. None were as good as Angela's, but a few were worth watching. There was another girl with a rather shapely behind in the queue about three people in front of me. The view, however, was marred a little, as she had her phone in her back pocket, spoiling the curve of her cheek.

I imagined that she reached back and extricated the phone, thus clearing the view.

Within thirty seconds, the phone was in her hand. She was texting someone.

“Hmm,” I thought to myself, “that’s encouraging, but it could have been pure coincidence. I need something more definitive.”

I looked around the cafeteria and spotted Kyle and Jennifer. I'd known both of them since I'd started at Portland State University. They were a year head of me and the best of friends; they both wanted to be more, but neither of them had had the courage to make the first move. They'd both confided that in me, and sworn me to absolute secrecy. I'd tried my best to convince them to make that move, creeping up to the very edge of breaking my oath. It had been so frustrating. With Kyle, especially, I'd laid it on thick.

“Dude,” I’d said, “she so obviously wants you. She wants your dick. She wants you to man up and ask her on a real date. Her panties will fucking melt when you do, I'm so sure of it.”

Still, nothing. I decided that I suddenly had the perfect opportunity to help my two friends out, without breaking any promises – well, if I actually had powers.

Kyle had finished his breakfast and Jennifer was just finishing up the last of her juice. They would normally combine their trays, which Kyle would then go take care of, dropping off the trash and then the trays. Then he'd come back, and they'd leave the cafeteria together, continuing to suffer in mutual, cowardly silence.

I focused extremely hard, and I imagined something very different for them: as Kyle came back to where Jennifer was standing, she would simply grab the front of his shirt and pull him in for a searing kiss. Initially, he would be stunned, but would quickly get into it, putting his arms around the girl he had adored since they'd met nearly three years ago. He would place his hand on her hips, but she would take hold of his wrists and push them down so that his hands were firmly on her ass. Then she would press herself into him.

I saw Kyle's eyes go wide as she grabbed him and pulled him in for the kiss. At first, he seemed like he might resist and deviate from my script, but he quickly melted into her, and his hands slid down her arms to her waist. Just as I'd imagined, she moved them all the way to her ass.

There was a chorus of catcalls and whistles, mostly good-natured, and they split apart, both blushing fiercely. She grinned up at him and linked her arm in his, pulling him out of the cafeteria. I wondered where they were bound, and hoped that, wherever it was, at least one of them had protection.

I sat at the table, stunned. I had my proof. There was no way in Christendom that Jennifer would ever have done that, and I would have bet money that if she had, Kyle would have panicked and cut and run. I had done all of that, just then, for them. I had no idea how, but it was clear to me that I had.

I had my proof, but I wanted to 'run more tests' immediately. Who wouldn't have?

I spotted Sue walking over to my table.

Sue was one of my best friends. She was intelligent and pretty, with stunning, light-blue eyes. She was also larger than most girls. She had struggled for most of her life with her weight, and had suffered more than a little abuse at the hands of our fellow students.

I liked her a lot, and had had more than one fantasy that had included her. I may be an ass man, but a good personality can get you pretty far in my book too.

Sue and I had never had any kind of physical relationship, but we’d talked to each other about the various boys and girls we fancied or had dallied with. She was also aware I was a virgin. She, I'd learned quite some time ago, was not.

For an instant, I imagined what it would be like for her to kiss me as she sat down - nothing as passionate as the scene I'd constructed between Kyle and Jennifer, just a friendly peck on the lips, with no promise of anything further.

Her lips were soft and tasted of cherry. The kiss was brief, and then she sat in the chair next to me.

"Good morning to you too," I said in an amused voice.

"Oh wow, Caleb," she said, "I have no idea where that came from. Sorry."

"Sorry for what?" I asked. "It was a nice way to start the day."

"I guess Kyle and Jennifer finally overcame their fears," she said. "Maybe that got me a little excited?"

"So, are you going to confess an unrequited desire for me that you have been hiding for years?" I asked with a smile.

She snorted. "Nah!" she said. "You're a good guy, Caleb, but I like bigger men. I'd be willing to help you get rid of one of your V cards though. That might be fun."

We had had this discussion before. She was one of the few people who knew about my being pansexual, which is why she'd referenced multiple V cards. She put it at two: one for men and one for women. It made about as much sense as anything else. I knew a lot of people went hole-by-hole, plus one more for getting your dick into one.

I grinned at her. "I'm not sure I'm enough of a man for you, Sue," I said. "I wouldn't want to disappoint a girl on my first outing."

"Oh, you wouldn't disappoint," she replied with a glint in her eye. "I'd make sure to go in with low expectations."

I laughed. "You know how to flatter a man."

"So, what do you think finally made Jennifer bite the bullet?" she asked, looking toward the door they'd just left through. "Those two have been dancing around each other forever."

"Mind Control," I said. "I decided it was time and took control of the pair. Made them go for it."

She looked at me for a second and then burst out laughing.

"I love the way you kept a straight face through all of that," she said, still chuckling. "Oh, I nearly forgot." She dug into her pocket, pulled out a small, wrapped packet, and handed it to me. "Happy birthday!"

"Dare I open it here?" I asked.

She just smirked. I carefully peeled back the paper and found a box with "Condoms and Lube" written on it. Blushing a little, I hid the box in my pocket.

"I got extra lube in case you decide to go the guy way for your first time," she said. "It's your party tonight; even you can't fail to get lucky on your birthday."

"You really know how to stroke a guy's ego," I said. “Besides, I’ve already had birthdays…”

She continued to grin at me.

"So, got your eye on anyone for tonight?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "Are you coming to the party?"

"Hell, you know I am, but I was going to bring someone. Is that okay?" She looked worried for a second.

"Of course. You already told me that you are too much woman for me in any case. Anyone I know?"

"Gordon."

"He's a nice guy," I said. "Be gentle with him."

"I'll take that under advisement," she said dryly. Having finished her breakfast, she stood up. "Right, I need to get moving. I'll see you later."

I looked up at her, mocking a pout. "What, no kiss?"

She stuck her tongue out at me. "You’ve had your ration for today."

She cleared her tray and headed towards the exit. I finished the last of my juice and stood to do the same.

Myriad thoughts were running through my head as I walked through the corridor to my locker. It was clear to me that I was influencing things. Kyle and Jennifer had proven that to my satisfaction; the kiss from Susan had just been a little cherry on top. What had been interesting, there, was that she hadn't been particularly fazed by it, and seemed to have put it down to a sudden urge.

I got to the class and settled in. It was English. After having been horribly abused by an editor for months when I’d tried my hand at writing, I was painfully aware of how vital it was for native speakers to still take classes.

Mary, a girl I knew in passing, sat in front of me. As she prepared to sit, I noted a stain on the back of her trousers -- small, red, and highly visible against the light blue denim.

Of course I was looking at her butt. Why wouldn't I have been?

I heard a snort behind me and looked back to see Todd, the class asshole, pulling his face in disgust. I knew he would do something to embarrass the poor girl, who had either been caught short, or whose pad had leaked.

Looking at him, I imagined that, just as he was about to open his mouth to call her out, he suffered explosive diarrhea in his trousers. He would have to leave the classroom in a hurry.

The noise was astounding. It sounded like the biggest fart you could ever imagine. Todd yelped and stood up before rushing from the room. I smiled to myself before tapping Mary on the shoulder.

She leaned back to see what I wanted.

"I'm really sorry, but you have a bit of blood on the back of your trousers," I said quietly - so quietly I knew that nobody else could hear.

She blushed.

"Oh," was all she said before calling the teacher over and having a quiet word. The teacher nodded and then walked back to the front of the class.

Mary looked around, not wanting to stand up. I pulled off my sweatshirt and handed it to her.

"Tie this around your waist," I suggested.

Gratefully, she took the sweatshirt, then left the room.

In addition to being incredibly satisfying, my latest experiment had also been quite interesting. Explosive diarrhea wasn't exactly voluntary. I could do more than influence people to take conscious actions. I could make things happen to them, just by imagining them. That raised new questions, but it was a valuable bit of information in its own right.

I still needed more, though, clearly. Was it just people? Did it work on animals? Could I be the best animal trainer in the world? Did I need to be in the same room as the person, or would it work remotely? How did it affect that person? Did they know they were being manipulated? Would they suspect it if they took a conscious action, like Susan, but be less suspicious if their body just betrayed them, like Todd's just had? Could I affect my own body?

My mind immediately went there. I wasn't unhappy with my size, but hey, an extra inch or two would have been tops.

I determined there was a lot of experimentation I would have to do, but very carefully. I didn't want to hurt myself, or anyone else for that matter. Well, okay, maybe Todd's pride, his pants, and his butthole. Nothing serious is what I meant -- and I'd only humiliate people who really deserved it.

I also thought about how easy It would be to get laid. All I had to do would be to...

Immediately I was hit with a wave of revulsion. The thought of effectively raping someone by controlling their mind made me feel physically sick. I determined that I would never stoop to that. I promised myself, then and there, that I might use my new ability to nudge people or to find out information, but never to force someone to do something they wouldn't ordinarily do.

Then I thought back to Angela, Kyle, Jennifer, and Susan. Would they have ever done what I'd made them do? My stomach turned a little bit as I began to realize just how fraught my new situation might be. Mary came back into the classroom about twenty minutes later, and to be honest, that was one of the few events I actually paid attention to.

After English, I had a class on Concepts of Law, and then it was time for lunch.

Josh joined me at my table in the cafeteria. We had arranged to meet to discuss the party.

"No Louise today?" I asked.

He pointed behind me, and Louise walked around the table and dropped into the chair beside him.

She acknowledged me with a nod but then turned to Josh. "Come on, what's with you this morning? You look guilty. Did you get up to something after you left me last night? I know you left frustrated, but if you ended up with..."

"Louise," I said, "Josh got back to our room last night with the worst case of blue balls I think I have ever seen. It was both pathetic and hilarious."

She looked at me, and then at him. "I'm sorry, baby," she said. "I didn't expect my sister..."

He gave her a look. "It's fine," he said. His eyes flicked toward me it. It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it in front of me. I could have left, but I wanted to hear, so I imagined that they both completely forgot that I was even there - that neither of them could see me or recognize my presence in any way at all.

Josh's face relaxed. "I had a dream," he said.

Louise looked nonplussed. "Go on," she said.

"This morning, just before I woke up, I started dreaming that I felt a hand on my cock. I must have been all backed up from last night, but it felt really good. It was stroking and playing with me, squeezing. Then I felt a mouth. Hot and tight, it took me inside and gave me the most amazing blowjob. I felt a hand on my balls stroking, and then the mouth let me go before moving down and licking my balls. You know how I like that."

Louise looked stunned, but also a little flushed. She seemed to be getting aroused by his description of his dream. I looked around quickly, making sure nobody else was hearing Josh’s story; just for good measure, I imagined exactly that.

"After licking my balls, it went all the way back up, licking under and around the head before taking it back in and then deepthroating me. I could feel a face pressed right into my groin, and a throat working at the head of my cock. I came like I haven't ever come before. All that time, the mouth was licking and sucking at the head, eating my load.

"I woke being showered with my own cum," he finished.

"Wow," she said. "That was some dream. Did you see who it was that gave you such great head?"

His head dropped and his face blushed. "Right at the end, just before I woke up, I got a quick flash of a face, still holding my cock in their mouth."

"Not me, then," Louise said. She didn't seem too upset, but her voice was a little flat.

He shook his head.

"It was just a dream," he tried to explain. "I didn't do anything with anyone else."

"I know," she said, "but it would be nice to know who my competition is. Who is your subconscious pining after?"

He looked at her. "You won't be mad?" he asked.

She put her hand on his arm. "You can't control your dreams. If you had gone out and fucked some slut I would be mad, and you would be in the hospital. But dreams happen no matter what we want. If you are lucky, maybe I'll tell you a couple of mine one day." She smiled at him. I honestly had no idea if she was being sincere or setting a trap.

He still seemed uncertain of that himself.

"Come on, I won't be mad," she pressed. "Who gave you this magnificent dream blowjob?"

"Caleb," he said simply.

It was a good thing that I had made sure nobody else could hear us, otherwise the dual gasps of surprise would have drawn a lot of attention.

For a few seconds, Louise said nothing, but then she smiled. "That. Is. So. HOT!!" she exclaimed.

Both Josh and I looked at her in shock. Of course, neither of them noticed me.

"You think it's hot?" he asked, confused.

She looked at him. "Are you gay?" she asked. "Or bi?"

"I'm not gay," he said certainly, "and I didn't think I had any attraction to guys either. But for the last few months, I have been looking at Caleb and there is just something there. I never had any intention of acting on it. He is just such a nice person. The attraction was never sexual; it was just like he was my best friend."

"Until last night," she said.

He nodded.

"Is Caleb gay?" she asked.

"I don't honestly know," he replied. "He has a lot of friends of both sexes. I don't ever remember him bringing anyone back to the room. I think he might still be a virgin.

"Where is he, anyway? He was just here, then he was gone. He knows we need to talk about the arrangements."

"Umm right here?" I said. Neither of them reacted at all.

I filed that titbit away. Then I imagined that they could both see me and otherwise recognize me again.

"Umm, right here?" I said again. They both jumped.

"When did you get back?" Josh asked, blushing furiously.

"Just sat down again. Sorry, bathroom, couldn't wait. What were you guys talking about?"

Josh seemed tongue-tied, but Louise picked up the slack.

"Just talking about the party. Happy birthday, by the way.” She grinned at me.

At that point, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked up to see Mary, from my English class, standing there.

"Hi Caleb," she said. "I wanted to thank you for earlier, and to return your sweatshirt. Don't worry, I didn't spill anything on it." She took a quick sidelong glance at Josh and Louise.

"Thanks," I said, taking the sweatshirt and putting it on. It smelled faintly of perfume, and I decided I rather liked it. "Listen," I said, "it's my birthday, and I'm having a party tonight. Why don't you come along?"

She smiled. "Well, since you know what you know, I assume your motives are pure, so okay."

"Awesome," I said, and then immediately wondered why I'd said it. It was a word I never used. "The party is at a friend's house." I gave her the address.

"I'll see you there," she said, smiling as she walked away. I couldn't resist a lingering look.

"So," Louise said, grinning, "is she the new girl?"

"No," I replied. "She is just someone from my English class."

"You don't lend your favorite sweatshirt to just anyone," Josh said. He was grinning too.

"How do you know it's my favorite?" I asked. The question was out before I thought about it.

He blushed and looked down.

Louise stepped in. "So why the clothing swap? Did you leave it at hers last night?"

"No," I said. "If you must know, she got very chilly in class, in that way that only women do, sometimes. She needed some extra cover."

"Ah, say no more," Louise replied. "It all makes sense now."

Josh was looking between us, utterly confused. "What makes sense?" he asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older, you big baby," she hissed. "All you need to know is that Caleb was very chivalrous. Don't you think that's a very attractive quality in a man?"

Josh shut up in a hurry, properly chastised and embarrassed -- probably terrified that Louise would spill his secret to me. Louise was very, very good. I filed that away too.

"So then," continued Louise, "since she isn't the one taking your V card tonight, who is?"

"What makes you so certain I still have my V card?" I asked. I kept it playful, letting her know I wasn't offended.

"Are you telling me you don't?"

"I'm not telling you anything," I said. "Why are you so interested in it, anyway?"

"We just want to help a friend in need," she said. "Don't we, Josh?"

Josh blushed again. He couldn't look at me. Louise was really, really good.

"Well don't start trying to line me up with someone," I said. "I'd like to be the one to choose who I have my first experience with, when I decide to do so. I doubt it will be tonight. I don't want it to be part of a drunken fumble. I want it to be special."

"Oooh, are you saving yourself for 'The One'?" she asked, thankfully not making air-quotes. I hated pretentious pricks that did that.

"No," I said, "I just want for it to be an experience I'll remember, not just some drunken episode I'd rather forget. Anyway, I thought we were supposed to be talking about arrangements for tonight."

"And I thought we already were," she replied playfully. "But alright, we can discuss streamers and fruit punch instead, I suppose."

Since we had spent rather too long on other things, we had only a few minutes to discuss the party, but it didn't seem to be a problem. Our friend Bob was hosting. His parents had leased him a large house, which he normally shared with three friends in his class.

Bob had said that we could use his downstairs for our party, but that the upstairs was off-limits. Apparently, the rest of my friends had taken care of most of the details. Louise asked me a few questions about music, snacks, drinks, and the like, and gently prodded as to whether there were to be any more last-minute invites. They did need to know roughly how many people they'd need to feed, after all.

That was fair. I did my best to quickly give her all the info she wanted.

As I headed to my next class, my phone beeped. It was a text from my mother.

_Happy birthday.

I thought back to my questions earlier. Do I need to be in the same location for my ability to work?

I grinned to myself.

I imagined myself at my mother's house, being presented with a new Ford GT Car. I saw it in royal blue with the GT Stripes. Mum was handing me the keys.

After a few seconds, my phone beeped again.

_Okay, you need to come home pronto. I know it’s a long drive, but come this weekend. We NEED to talk. P.S. I know you wouldn't but DO NOT use it to get into some poor girls' pants. Do nothing. Tell no one. I’m serious.

I stopped in my tracks, stunned.

The implications of that text blew my mind and left me with so many questions -- but also the hope that I could get a lot of answers in a hurry. I wanted to call my mother right then and there, but I knew she would just tell me to wait until Saturday.

To say I was distracted in my next class would have been an understatement. In fact, I decided that I would skip the last class of the day and go back to my room to gather my thoughts.

I should have perhaps knocked, but, thinking that Josh was also in class, I accidentally barged in on Josh and Louise. Josh was down to his boxers, and was obviously aroused, and Louise had only on her bra and a red thong. Pretty much everything she had was on show.

"Oh God I am SOOO Sorry," I said, turning my back as Josh drew a blanket over the pair of them.

Josh looked embarrassed, but Louise just grinned.

"See anything you liked?" she asked mischievously.

I decided not to back down from her challenge.

"I did catch a glimpse of a very nice butt," I said, turning back around and looking her straight in the eye.

"Whose? Mine or Josh's?"

"Well since you were on top..." I didn't finish the sentence.

"See? He thinks I have a nice butt," she said to Josh with a grin.

"He has good taste," he replied. Josh had sense. That was a good answer.

She smiled and snuggled up against him under the blanket.

"I guess I'll go and leave you two to... it," I finished lamely.

"No, don't go," Louise said. "I don't want to push you out of your room. Besides, I want to talk to you."

I raised my eyebrows. "It's not quite 'we need to talk,' but it feels about as ominous."

She jumped out of bed, and, showing no signs of embarrassment, pulled Josh's bathrobe on.

"What?" she said, looking at my surprised expression. "You already saw it all anyway."

"I wasn't expecting a repeat performance," I replied.

She sat on the edge of Josh's bed. He scooted up behind her, head propped up on his elbow.

"Caleb, will you be honest with me?" she asked.

"And that's even more dark clouds on the horizon," I said. "Do I even want to have this conversation?"

"Caleb, are you gay?"

My jaw dropped. I had not expected her to be quite so forthright.

I considered my answer. I could feign outrage and deny it, but saw no reason for that. It was the twenty-first century after all, and we were on a university campus. I had no reason to hide my sexuality. I supposed I could tell her I was bi, which was the easiest way to understand it, but for some reason, I felt compelled to go with the whole truth.

"No," I said, but immediately went on to qualify. "I would describe myself as pansexual."

They both looked at me, waiting for me to explain further. I rolled my eyes first. I really didn't like this part. It was so... staid. It was boring.

"It just means that I can be attracted to anyone," I said. "Sex and gender aren't deal breakers. It doesn't mean I actually am into everyone. There has to be something. There has to be a spark. I will admit, though, I am something of an ass man." I gave Louise a grin. "But you never really know. It could be the eyes, the smile, the personality, or how they're really great with babies or puppies or what-have-you."

"Or their cock?" Louise asked suggestively.

"It could be, in a specific case, yes, Louise," I answered with a sigh. "It could be their cock. Someone might have a really, really nice cock, and it might set off that spark."

She bit her lip and squirmed a little. She clearly liked that answer -- which, given my spy mission earlier, came as no surprise.

"Well?" I asked. "Make sense?"

"Why did you never say anything?" asked Josh. I went ahead and assumed that was a 'yes' on getting it, even though, from experience, it wasn't necessarily so.

"I didn't want to make you uncomfortable," I answered. "I didn't want you wondering if I was harboring nefarious thoughts about you, scared to relax in your own home. Also, I guess the stigma of alternate sexuality is still around, even today. You might have wanted to change rooms, or even if you didn't, there's guilt by association. You could have ended up getting hassled for sharing with me. You know what people are like. There would be snide comments about what was going on in here after lights out. It was just easier to say nothing."

"Have you ever been with a girl?" asked Louise. "Or a boy?"

I shook my head, not really knowing how this was any of her business, but suspecting she was leading up to something.

"Then you still have your V... no, you have two V cards then?" asked Louise. She was on Team Susan there, evidently.

"Two?" asked Josh, once again confirming that Louise was the brains of their operation.

I sighed. "One for boys and one for girls, I'm assuming she means. Aren't you forgetting the non-binary and trans and all the other identities, though?"

She thought about that for a moment. "That's far too complicated, so I'm sticking with two," she said.

That was probably the most honest answer I'd ever gotten about it.

"Have you ever given a blowjob?" she then asked. "Or had one?"

"Where are we going with this?" I asked. It wasn't that I minded too much, but given the circumstances, I could see trouble ahead.

"I had a dream," Josh said.

That threw me. I never would have thought he'd have spoken up about it. Cajoled -- bullied, really -- by Louise, sure, eventually. But just out of the blue? Never would have thought.

"So did MLK," I retorted, "and he never asked me about my sex life."

"I dreamt that you gave me a blowjob," he continued, "and it was amazing." He couldn't look at me.

"Dreams are just that," I said. "Dreams. You can't be held responsible for them. Louise, surely you are not upset that he had a dream?"

"No, not at all," she said. "I thought it was hot. And I wondered if I could persuade you to let me watch you do it for real?"

And that was exactly what I'd been worried about.

My worry was twofold, actually. Clearly, Louise was the driver here. Josh was being more forward than I'd ever expected, but Louise had already spilled to him that she thought the whole thing was hot. He was clearly uncomfortable. There was no way of knowing how into this he actually was, on his own, separate and apart from knowing that Louise was getting all hot and bothered.

And then there were the powers. To whatever extent Josh was willing, was it because I'd unknowingly used my powers on him?

I recalled more of the conversation from the cafeteria. Josh had confessed that he'd been drawn to me for some time, even if it hadn't been sexual. As far as I knew, that well predated my powers. I supposed I couldn't be sure, but, well... things in my life had been fine before yesterday, but not exactly what I'd have called magical.

"Is there a problem?" Louise asked, startling me from my ruminations. "Don't you find him attractive?"

"The problem is you," I said bluntly. "I don't want to get in the way of your relationship. I can think of a million ways that this could go tragically wrong. You guys seem so good together and could be headed for a serious commitment. I don't want to be the person who destroys that.

"How will you feel watching your boyfriend getting, and hopefully enjoying, head from someone other than you, especially another guy? Will you forever be wondering if he enjoyed it more than when you do it? Or if he prefers men now? If you do stay together, each time he goes out with the boys, are you going to be wondering what he is up to? I don't want that responsibility."

"I don't think he's attracted to other men," she said. "I think he is attracted to you. And I feel it too. Don't get me wrong, I love Josh, and you may be right, we may be heading for marriage and kids, the whole nine yards, but what he and I both seem to feel for you is outside that.

"I know that you don't want to give your virginity to just anyone boy or girl," she continued, "but we both have some urges towards you that, if you would like, we could explore."

I looked at Josh.

"How would you feel about your girlfriend ‘exploring some of her urges’ with another guy?" I asked. "Won't that mess with your head?"

"Before today I would have said it would," he admitted, "but just before you came in, Louise and I were talking, and she got me to imagine her and you doing stuff. Not having full-on sex, but you going down on her and vice-versa."

"And?" I prompted.

"Well,” he said, “I thought it would get me angry, but it just got me really really horny. "Besides, if we can't go a little wild at college, when can we?"

I looked at the pair of them, wondering If I should do it - wondering if I was already abusing an ability that I had only just discovered. I thought about our interactions. I had not used my ability on Louise, other than to blind her to my presence as the couple had talked in the cafeteria. Josh was a little more complicated, but all I'd really done to him was give him a wet dream. I seemed to have intruded personally into that wet dream, but I wasn't even sure that my powers had done that bit.

"You are very quiet," Louise said. "Have we shocked you?"

"A little," I responded.

"You said you were attracted to people, not to gender," she said. "Is that the problem? Is it that Josh, or I, are not attractive to you?"

I shook my head. "I have been in lust with Josh since I moved in with him."

He looked a little shocked at that.

"And you," I said to Louise, "are one of the most beautiful people I know. I love how you are together. If anything, together you are more attractive to me than separately, if that makes any sense?"

"Then where's the harm?" she asked.

"I guess I'm a little afraid. Afraid of hurting you guys. Also, I'm a little afraid that I'll disappoint. That dream sounds like a lot to live up to, and, as I said, I have only fooled around a little so far. I have never actually done... that."

"Well, I have," said Louise, "and Josh is great at oral. I'm sure we can teach you. It may spare you some embarrassment in the future."

I took a deep breath. "So when would you like to...." I started.

Louise stood up and dropped Josh's bathrobe. She was standing just in her underwear.

She stood about five-four and had light brown hair just short of shoulder length. She had a slim build, which made her moderate C cup breasts look much larger. Even through her bra, I could see she was excited; her nipples stood proud through the material. Her waist flared out to a perfectly-sized pair of hips. I knew her ass was pert and round and taut; I had seen that when I'd come in before. To be honest, I'd ogled her more than once as she and Josh had walked around together.

"How about now?" she asked, crossing to me and looking up into my face. Before I knew it, she had placed her lips on mine and was kissing me.

I had been kissed before, and not just pecks on the lips like Sue had given me earlier, but real kisses. She was good - so good, in fact, that I didn't realize that she had gotten my shirt off until I felt the warmth of her skin pressed against me.

She broke the kiss and took my hand, guiding me towards Josh, who was still laying on his bed.

I took a careful look at his face to gauge his reaction to the kiss, but he looked entirely unconcerned -- eager, if anything.

"Where do you want to start?" he asked swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and sitting up. His boxers didn't hide his arousal at all.

"I think," said Louise, "that since the birthday boy here has never done anything other than fool around, I will start with him."

She started to undo my belt, and then looked up at me.

"If this is your first time, I expect it might be a little quick," she said. "That's normal and nothing to worry about."

Josh grinned at me. "I lasted exactly thirty-five seconds the first time she did it to me."

Louise sank to her knees in front of me, taking my trousers and pants with her. Instinctively, I grabbed Josh's pillow and dropped it on the floor for her to kneel on.

"Oooh a gentleman too!" she said. "Maybe we can learn something from you too."

She shot Josh a look but let him off the hook with a grin. I remembered her hissing at him in the cafeteria. Apparently, despite having a girlfriend -- a really, really hot girlfriend -- he was still a little immature and dense when it came to sex stuff.

She took my penis in her hands. There was no need for her to stroke it to get me hard; it was already standing out, rigid and ready.

"Nice," she said and then ran her tongue up the length of my cock, pausing just for a second to tease the underside of the head with the tip.

I jumped at the sudden contact and then groaned at the sensations she was eliciting. She was right; at this rate, I wasn't going to last long. I worried I might not even last thirty-five seconds.

Josh put his hand gently on her head and guided her to take me into her mouth.

"Don't tease him," he said. "Not this time. Save that for later."

Maybe it was just girls he was a little clueless about. He seemed confident as to what another cock would like.

She smiled up at him around my cock and began to swirl her tongue around the head. Then she pushed further down, taking about half the length into her mouth. I savored the heat and feeling. Then she pulled back, until the head was just resting on her tongue, and she swirled her tongue again.

Already I could feel a tingling starting just behind my balls. Once more, she moved forward, taking more of me into her mouth, then paused for a second and then back up. Another swirl.

Deeper again, pause, back, swirl.

On the next push she took my entire length into her mouth, pressing her nose into my pubic hair. She lifted her hand and began to scratch gently at my balls as they began to tighten. Then she swallowed. Once, twice, three times.

I was almost lost. I thought I might just hold out for a few moments more.

And then Josh kissed me.

His kiss was hot, strong, and totally unexpected. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, battling with mine, but it was a battle I had already lost since Louise had had me on the precipice already. That extra stimulation drove me into oblivion, and I groaned into his mouth as my orgasm hit.

I felt Josh supporting some of my weight. My knees must have buckled as I came. I felt spurt after spurt of cum jet into Louise's mouth, but she made no complaint. She just kept on stroking my balls and swallowing. I wondered how long it had been since she'd breathed.

Finally, it was over and she pulled back, taking a breath through her nose, and once again swirling her tongue gently around the head of my twitching, overstimulated cock.

Releasing me from her mouth, she looked up at me. I had recovered my balance, and Josh had stepped back a little.

Louise smiled at him. "I didn't expect that," she said.

"Me neither," he replied. "It just seemed the right thing to do."

They both looked at me.

"Are you okay?" Louise asked "Not too much?"

"That was phenomenal," I said. "Thank you."

She smiled.

"What's now?" I asked.

"Well, I think my boyfriend here has a slight problem we need to help him with," she said, wrapping her hand around Josh's manhood. "Do you think you would like to help me with it?"

I nodded. I was excited for this - especially having seen him this morning - but I was also nervous, for all the obvious reasons.

"You better grab your pillow too," she said. "This floor is hard."

I grabbed my pillow and knelt beside her, in front of Josh. I looked up at him and he grinned down at me.

"I never even dreamed that this would happen," he said.

"Not technically true," Louise said. "Now hush! I'm teaching, here."

"I won't need to tell you which parts are sensitive and which are not," she said. "You already know that. Just do what you know or think will feel good to you. More importantly, be gentle with yourself. Most girls - sorry, most people - think that deepthroat is the goal. I can't deepthroat Josh. He is too big for me. You are a perfect size. Start slow, stroke him a little, and then take him in your mouth. Just get used to it."

I followed her advice, stroking his cock and spreading the pre-cum that was leaking steadily from him over the head and down the shaft. Tentatively, I moved closer. I could feel the heat from him on my face. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, tasting him. He tasted exactly as I imagined: a salty, musky flavor that had my own cock hardening again, despite having just cum.

I took the head into my mouth, and, while squeezing the shaft gently with my hand, I swirled my tongue around. He jumped a little. I tried again, but softer this time. He groaned.

"Nice," Louise whispered in my ear. "Nice and gentle at first. You can get a little rougher when he's close, but not too rough."

I pushed forward until I had about a third of his cock in my mouth. I could feel the fat head sitting on my tongue and taste the precum that seemed to be flowing out of him like a river. I rubbed my tongue across the underside of his head, searching for that little spot underneath that seemed so sensitive to me. Josh groaned again.

I had to swallow as I pulled back. I wasn't sure if it was precum or just saliva, but I had built up quite a lot in my mouth. I pulled off to take a breath and then took him in my mouth again, pushing further down this time.

I must have gotten about halfway down. Once again, I could feel his head on my tongue. Again I moved my tongue across the underside of his cock. It was too far in for me to search out that sensitive spot again. I pulled back and swirled my tongue around his head again, gently poking the tip into the opening. I heard Josh's breath catch.

Forward again and I was almost all the way down when I felt him hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little and pulled back.

"That's okay," Louise said reassuringly. "You will learn to control that with practice.

“But for now, you know how deep you can go." She curled her finger around the base of his cock. "Hold him like this. This will stop you from going too deep. When he gets near, he may start to push, and you don't want him making you gag, or worse, puke."

I did as she showed me and once again took him in my mouth. I pushed forward until my lips met where my finger held his cock. Remembering something I had seen on a porno once, I stuck my tongue out, trying to reach further. I didn't get far, but I guess the sensation of my tongue moving against the underside of his cock was good, because he moaned yet again.

I pulled back and started a regular rhythm as Louise had with me: push down, pull back, swirl, push down, pull back, swirl. As I pulled back, I would apply suction to try and increase the sensation for him. Every third or fourth stroke I would have to swallow, otherwise, I would have been drooling.

Within a couple of minutes of this, Josh started to move his hips. I knew he was starting to get his rise and I moved faster, trying to be gentle but applying more pressure. I wanted to give him maximum stimulation, but not make it so the sensation was too much.

I felt his hand on the back of my head, but almost immediately Louise gently took hold of it and removed it.

"Not yet, baby," she said to Josh. "You don't want to hurt him. Let him control the pace."

I started moving faster, trying to match the speed of Josh's thrusts. I remembered the sensation of Louise stroking my balls, so I brought my hand up and began to do the same. I gently stroked and tugged at his scrotum, which seemed to please him, as his hips started moving faster, and his cock got even harder in my mouth.

Something else I had read occurred to me, and I moved my fingers from his scrotum to his taint - that area just behind - and I began to massage there. Josh yelped, and suddenly his cock was pulsing as he came, shooting spurt after spurt of his creamy cum into my mouth.

I pulled back a little so only the first couple of inches stayed in my mouth. I needed to breathe. I took a breath through my nose and once more pushed forward, taking him almost to the hilt again as he finally finished dumping his cum into me.

I savored the taste of his cum for a second before pulling back and allowing his softening cock to slip from my mouth.

Before I could decide what to do with his cum, Louise turned my head and kissed me, sticking her tongue into my mouth and sharing it with me.

The kiss was incredibly erotic, and I held onto her for a moment.

We finally broke apart.

"Now you can swallow," she said, after swallowing what she’d stolen in the kiss.

I did, as I'd kept the lion's share.

I was a little breathless as I sat back on my haunches. My own cock was rigid and drooling precum. I would have to change my pillowcase before I went to bed.

Finally, I looked up at Josh. He looked a little shell-shocked.

"Almost," he said.

"Almost?" I asked.

"My dream," he replied. "My dream was the best blowjob I have ever had. That was almost as good."

I looked at Louise, thinking she might be upset, but she was smiling.

"He will get better with practice. You are too big for me to deepthroat, but he will be able to once he gets control." She turned her head to address me. "What did you do to him at the end?"

"I massaged just behind his balls. It stimulates the prostate."

"I thought you had to put your finger up the ass to get to that," she said.

"That too," I replied, "but you can give some stimulation just by massaging the taint. Thanks for the direction, by the way. It made it much better for both of us, I think."

I stood up and held my hands out to help Louise stand.

"Now I think it's your turn," I said.

"We need to be laid down," Josh said. "Louise, lie on the bed. Caleb and I will get to either side of you. It will be snug, but we'll make it work."

Loise took off her underwear and we positioned ourselves as suggested.

She turned her face to Josh and whispered something I couldn't hear. I heard his reply, though.

"I love you too."

They kissed.

As they were kissing, Josh started to gently stroke Louise's face and neck, and then ran his hand down over her breasts - not lingering too long - before moving to her belly. I could see her skin raising in gooseflesh and her nipples stood up hard. He broke the kiss, and then turned her face to me, indicating I should kiss her.

I did, and then I heard him talking softly.

"Be light and gentle with your caress, firm enough not to tickle though. Remember, women are more than just tits and pussy."

I stroked her head, running my finger around the outer rim of her ear, then down her neck. She purred into my mouth. Moving across her breasts - again, just like Josh, not lingering too long - I stroked her sides and belly. I think I tickled her a little at first and she chuckled into my mouth, but then as I firmed up the pressure, she went back to kissing.

While we were kissing, Josh started kissing down her neck and over her shoulder.

She started to wriggle a little. She broke the kiss with me and turned her head to Josh. As he kissed her, I mimicked his move, kissing her neck and shoulder, but at the same time running my hand down her sides and over her belly. My hand reached just above where her pubic hair started, and she pushed her hips forward, pressing up against me.

I noticed Josh was stroking her breast, massaging it gently, occasionally running the tip of his finger around her areola, so I copied on her other breast. I wouldn't have thought it possible for her nipples to get even harder, but they did, and she mewled into Josh's mouth.

He broke their kiss and she turned her face to me again.

As my tongue battled with hers, Josh and I continued the assault on her breasts, massaging and stroking.

"Be gentle at first with her nipples. You can get a bit rougher later on, but at first go easy. You can easily break the mood if you are too rough. Tease rather than tweak. You're not tuning a radio."

I could see from the corner of my eye what he was doing, and I attempted to do the same. I erred on the side of caution, but she seemed to like what we were doing and she arched her back, pressing her breasts into our hands.

She broke the kiss with me, but instead of going back to Josh, she just put her head back and started to moan.

"More," she said, "please."

Josh smiled and began a firmer pressure, then he moved down and gently took her nipple into his mouth. I could see he was using his lips and tongue to roll the nipple around, all the time still massaging her breast. Louise moaned.

Once again I copied him, taking her other nipple into my mouth and continuing to massage her breast.

Louise had her hands on the back of both our heads and was pressing us into her breasts, but Josh had other ideas.

"Not yet," he said gently. "Caleb has more to learn."

He took my hand and ran it down her belly until it rested on her mound. Louise had a small landing strip of hair above her pussy, but it was otherwise bare.

As if he had pressed a switch, Louise's legs fell open.

He indicated that I should move down and lie between her legs, and so I did.

I had never seen a pussy this close. I could see the outer lips, which seemed engorged and flushed with her arousal.

Without prompting, I leaned forward and put my lips to hers. She jumped a little at the contact. I stuck my tongue out tentatively, and ran it the length of her pussy, up one of her lips. She wriggled her hips a little, so I repeated on the other side. She wriggled again.

I decided I needed to taste her properly, and so I ran my tongue once again the full length of her pussy, this time splitting her lips and pushing forward slightly.

She moaned.

"Use your fingers to open her up," Josh advised. "The outer lips are not that sensitive, but the inner lips are. Concentrate there. Steer clear of her clit for now, or it will all be over too quick."

I did as he said and spread her pussy lips with my fingers. I could now see the inner lips and her opening.

I licked at her lips, first one side, and then the other, before finally circling her opening and pushing the tip of my tongue into her. She had a taste unlike anything I had ever experienced. It was sweet; it was tart; it was tangy; it was delicious. And there was a lot of it.

"Ooooh," she said.

For the next few minutes, I continued my ministrations on her pussy. Josh was still alternating between kisses and sucking at her nipple. After a few minutes of that, Louise began to move her hips, and I started to really get into sucking at her. I would lick up and down her slit, pushing my tongue into her. Then I'd suck her lips into my mouth, lashing them with my tongue. Then I'd push my tongue in again and start all over.

It didn't take too long before her movements and mine coordinated, and my tongue found her clit.

Josh was kissing her at the time and she mewled into his mouth.

He looked down at me and grinned.

"Push two fingers into her," he said. "Palm up."

I shuffled my position and pushed my fingers slowly into her. She was so wet that there was almost no resistance to entry, but her pussy walls squeezed my fingers together once they were inside.

I went back to licking. Since my hand was in the way, I could really only work the clit. She didn't seem to mind one bit. Gently I worked my fingers in and out of her, but she seemed to want more, pushing her hips down to force my fingers in deep.

Without breaking the kiss Josh moved his hand to where I could see it, extended his first two fingers, then slowly curled them. His meaning was clear and I had heard about it before: the so-called 'come hither' gesture.

Pushing my fingers into her again, I obeyed his command whilst lashing her clit with my tongue. Keeping the pressure on the front of her vagina, I pulled my fingers back and pressed again.

She was getting more and more excited. Her hips were working, begging me to push in deeper. Josh was kissing her hard and she was mewling constantly in his mouth. I could see him playing with her nipple as well: tweaking and pulling, not being so gentle any more.

I figured that was as good a sign as any that I should ramp things up too. I picked up the pace with my tongue, and I massaged her more intensely with my curling fingers. Faster and faster she moved, until I was sure she was on the edge of release. Then I reached up with my other hand, and, taking the breast that Josh was not playing with, I tweaked her nipple.

She let out a squeak and clamped her legs around my head, trapping me against her. She was grinding her pussy into my face as I continued to lick and suck at her clit. I could no longer move my hand, but I kept massaging with my fingers.

Her juices were flowing from her now, and they were frothing up around my fingers as she ground her hips.

Eventually, she shuddered, releasing my head.

"Stop," she gasped. "Too much."

I gently pulled my fingers from inside her and left a last kiss on her pussy. She jumped.

I grinned and blew on her clit. She jumped again.

"Bastard," she said. "Get up here."

I moved back into position on her other side from Josh. He was grinning at me.

"Thank you," she said, and then kissed me gently. "That was wonderful."

I don't know how we did it, given there were three of us on a bed designed for one, but we managed to doze off.

Someone once said that spooning in bed for the woman means warmth, comfort and protection. For the man it means a mouthful of hair, a dead arm and an awkward boner.

I can attest to that.

As we had slept, Louise had turned and was hugging Josh from behind. I, in turn, was behind her.

I extricated myself from the tangle, went into the bathroom and had a shower.

Josh and Louise were awake and cuddled up in bed. They watched me as I came back into the room.

I sat down on the edge of my bed and looked at them.

"Regrets?" asked Louise.

"No regrets," I said. "It was amazing. Thank you. I just hope that I haven't damaged what you guys have. Or our friendship. As good as it was, it wasn't worth that."

They both smiled at me.

"We are fine," Josh said. "We are all fine."

"I don't know if it will happen again," Louise said. "We will figure that out. Once you have had your moment, maybe we will do more. Whatever happens, I will remember this afternoon as one of the best since I got here.

"And you know," she said, "There is one other potential benefit to this."

"What's that?" I asked.

"Well, if ever poor Josh comes back like he did the other night, maybe you could help him out?" she asked, giggling.

"I don't think Josh and I will get together unless you are here," I said. "It wouldn't feel right."

"You just want another shot at this gorgeous ass," she said.

"Well, that's up to you guys," I said. "I'm not trying to insert myself into your relationship. You guys don't need that, and to be honest, I'm nowhere near ready to get into anything serious yet. If this afternoon was a one-off, I will remember it as an amazing time with two amazing people.

"Now," I went on, "I think you need to get your gorgeous asses out of bed. We have a party to go to."