ã€ŠHalf Stepã€‹


 A Relaxing Evening Stroll

    I was on my way back home when I heard what sounded like muffled crying from off in the forest next to the road I was walking down. I was all set to ignore it when it sounded again. I was unable to make out what was being said but I could tell there was a lot of urgency behind it. I turned off the road to go investigate thinking someone may be injured or something. The full October moon was quite bright and I was easily able to pick my way through the stand of Ironwoods. The bed of needles on the ground and lack of undergrowth must have made me stealthier than I thought as the scene I soon came across continued as if I wasn¡¯t there. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed 911, stepping behind a tree to hide the light.

    The call was quickly picked up and I tried to keep quiet enough to still remain unnoticed. ¡°911, what¡¯s your emergency?¡±

    ¡°My name is David Thompson, I¡¯m about a mile north of Oak street and Highway 41 and maybe 30 or so yards into the forest on the left side heading out of town. There¡¯s a man I don¡¯t recognize waving a big ass knife around and what appears to be a girl bound to the ground somehow. She¡¯s gagged, whimpering, and looks like she¡¯s in trouble.¡± While I talked, I looked around for any nearby branches on the ground. I really didn¡¯t want to get into a fight with someone holding a knife but if I had to, I wanted something more than my fists to fight with.

    ¡°Police are on their way. Is there anything else you can tell me about the two people you see? Do you recognize them?¡±

    I managed to find a likely stick and refocused on the crazy guy in front of me. ¡°I don¡¯t know who the guy is, I can mostly see his back. He¡¯s got that big knife I mentioned and looks to be wearing some kind of long coat or something. The girl looks about my age, err, I mean, 17 or 18 or so. She¡¯s wearing the Highschool cheer uniform although I can¡¯t tell who she is exactly.¡± I could vaguely make out that the man was chanting something as well as waving his knife as his voice quickly rose in volume. It seemed to me that he was reaching the climax of whatever dumbass thing he was doing out here. ¡°It¡¯s getting more tense out here and I¡¯m worried he¡¯s going to hurt the girl. I¡¯ll leave the call active but I¡¯m putting my phone back in my pocket. Hopefully you can hear what¡¯s going on.¡±

    ¡°No, wait¡± said the 911 dispatcher but I ignored him. I grabbed ahold of my stick like it was a baseball bat and stalked forward. I really wondered sometimes about my life choices and this was no exception. I had never before been a fight of any kind and now I was about to tangle with someone who had a foot-long blade. A large part of me wanted to sneak up from behind and hit him on the head but what if this wasn¡¯t what it looked like? Maybe they¡¯re just really kinky and this is roleplay of some kind?

    I made my decision and called out ¡°hey, what are you up to?¡±

    The man just about shouted a few more syllables before turning to face me. Now that I could see his face, I still didn¡¯t know who he was. He had slicked back hair and some kind of beard-mustache thing that I couldn¡¯t see that clearly in the moonlight. ¡°Stupid boy¡± he said and transferred his knife to his left hand. He cupped his right hand and drew back like he was going to throw a baseball at me. I didn¡¯t see anything in his hand but figured it was better to look stupid dodging nothing than get hit if he was holding something I couldn¡¯t see.

    When he whipped his hand towards me, I was immensely glad that I dodged. As his hand came forward it looked like it somehow filled with fire and what he threw at me was a softball sized ball of swirling orange flames. It was like an incredibly detailed special effect from a blockbuster movie except that I could feel the heat pouring off of it as it missed to my left. My adrenalin and fear levels were already high but now they were through the roof. I had to get closer to him and put him down somehow if he could throw fucking fire at me. I was about ten yards away and started running at him. I was almost there when a large concussion of hot air hit me in the back, staggering me. Thankfully it staggered the other guy too or I would have probably ended with a knife to the chest. I recovered first and brought my stick around with all my strength aimed at his left arm and torso.

    I¡¯m not sure if he thought I would try and hit his head but he moved to duck under my swing and instead of hitting the arm holding the knife my stick connected with the top of his head. The stick must have been down for a long time as it shattered on impact. Thankfully, it also dropped the man who was now immobile on the ground. His knife was easy to see and I quickly picked it up and moved towards the bound girl who I could now tell was Sara Parker. She was thrashing around a bit and her eyes were wide with fear. Her hands and feet were bound with zip-ties to stakes pounded into the forest floor. The knife I appropriated was sharp enough to easily cut through them and she was quickly free.

    Once her hands were released, she pulled the gag out of her mouth and said ¡°Holy shit am I happy to see you Dave. I thought I was going to die a virgin.¡± She must have been running on more adrenalin than I was as it took her a moment to realize what she just said before she started blushing bright enough to see in the dim moonlight.

    I smiled at her, trying to keep my cool in front of one of the prettiest girls in school and replied ¡°good to know.¡± She smiled back at me for a moment before her attention shifted behind me and the fear returned to her face. I swiftly spun around to see what she was looking at to find the guy I thought was knocked out lurching towards us. He had his right hand out and it was glowing a pale blue that I figured couldn¡¯t bode well for me and Sara.

    Just before he could reach us Sara rolled over and lashed out a kick at the guy¡¯s ankles. She managed to connect and he lost his balance. He fell directly towards me and I tried to back out of the way but I was too slow. When he landed on me there was an incredible pain just below my chest and my diaphragm started spasming. I realized I had still been holding the knife between us and I wondered if I had just stabbed myself. The guy reached his hands for my throat and I figured that I had more important things to worry about at the moment.

    He kept trying to choke me while I fended him off as best I could. I had a fleeting wish that I wrestled instead of played soccer as I felt totally incompetent. I could barely breathe and could feel a sticky wetness spreading across my torso. Part of me wondered what happened to the blue glow that had been on his hand and why he wasn¡¯t doing whatever it was again but mostly I was too busy. Sara appeared above us and kicked at the guy again, this time in the head. His eyes kind of lost focus and his grip lost all strength so I was able to roll him off of me.

    When I did, I realized that it wasn¡¯t me that had been stabbed. The knife was buried in the other guy¡¯s chest and as I watched, blood started bubbling out of his mouth. It wasn¡¯t long before he stilled completely and I assumed he was dead. Sara kind of collapsed next to me and looked as shocked as I felt. I pulled my phone back out of my pocket to talk to the operator to find that it had broken in the fight. The screen was shattered and dark and I didn¡¯t get a response when I tried to talk into it. Before I could do or say anything else, we were joined by what I can only describe as a demon. It faded in from nothing and while I really wanted to run away, I was frozen in place.

    He had red skin and satyr like legs. His forehead sported two short horns and his eyes glowed a pale yellow in the night. His voice reminded me of those stuck up British royalty you hear in the movies although he seemed to be talking to himself as he inspected me and Sara. ¡°The summoning was done properly and there was an appropriate sacrifice although it¡¯s not usual for the summoner to be the sacrifice. There¡¯s also the fact that there are two of you and only one lifeforce to use. Hmm, I¡¯m assuming they have no idea what¡¯s going on so let¡¯s give them the basic package, half each. That works, but what aspect I wonder?¡±

    He stared intently at the two of us for a second before breaking into a huge grin. ¡°Young ones, I know what to do. They always want the same thing.¡± He raised his hand and pointed at me and Sara. Before I could even think about dodging whatever it was, a forked bolt of red electricity shot from his hand to both my chest and Sara¡¯s. Instead of the pain I was expecting I felt completely invigorated. The demon grinned once more and said ¡°if I were you, I wouldn¡¯t talk about the unusual happenings tonight. Reporting the, well, magical events will just get you looked at like you¡¯re crazy.¡±

    With that he faded away and was gone. I looked over at Sara who nodded at me. ¡°I agree with whatever that was¡± she said. ¡°No one would believe us anyway. I¡¯m sure the police will be asking us questions. Let¡¯s not lie to them, just omit the fire and stuff.¡±

    I agreed with her wholeheartedly especially as I was still shocked at what had just happened. I still had trouble believing that some kind of wizard or mage or something threw a fireball at me. ¡°Sounds good. Let¡¯s head towards the road at least.¡± I stood up and offered Sara my hand. After helping her up we made our way back out of the forest. She had released my hand after we stood but was still right up next to me as we walked along. It wasn¡¯t any closer than good friends would walk but we had never really been friends as we ran in different circles. I will admit that after what had just happened it was comforting to have her there.

    When we broke out of the trees there were four patrol cars parked nearby. One of the officers immediately spotted us and gave a shout. He must have seen the blood on my shirt as he keyed his radio and called for an ambulance. He also pulled out his weapon and called out to Sara ¡°miss, step over here please. Are you ok?¡±If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

    I stayed put as Sara stepped towards the officer replying ¡°he¡¯s not the bad guy. Dave rescued me from the guy who¡¯s still in the forest.¡± She pointed back the way we had come.

    ¡°That¡¯s fine. I¡¯m Officer Franklin. I just want to make sure you¡¯re safe. You said your assailant is still in the forest? Is he still armed?¡±

    ¡°I think he¡¯s dead¡± Sara choked out. By now the other three officers had converged on us and were making their way into the trees, sweeping their flashlights back and forth.

    ¡°It will be ok¡± Officer Franklin stated. ¡°The two of you should sit here until the ambulance arrives. How badly are you hurt?¡± The officer finally addressed to me.

    ¡°I think I¡¯m fine. All this blood came from the other guy.¡± I sat down where I was. Sara came back to sit next to me on the curb while Officer Franklin started talking into his radio again. It wasn¡¯t long before a pair of ambulances and even more police showed up. We didn¡¯t live in the biggest city and it seemed to me that every officer on duty must have been there. I felt fine, especially after whatever that bolt was that hit us, but the paramedics insisted we go to the hospital and we couldn¡¯t convince them otherwise.

    They let both me and Sara ride in the same ambulance on the way to the hospital. I was still shaken by what had happened in the forest. I looked over at Sara and was glad that she looked completely fine. Fine in both senses of the word. Her blond hair framed her pretty face perfectly even after the ordeal she had just been through. It¡¯s no wonder she was considered one of the best looking girls in school.

    Sara seemed to be much calmer than I felt. Even leaving aside the impossible supernatural crap that happened I killed someone. Thankfully we started chatting about irrelevant every-day things. Even though we had been in the same school for the past three years and now the start of a fourth this was the first real conversation we ever had and it was surprisingly nice. As we talked about light things, the teachers at school, how bad some of the new music on the radio was, and what upcoming movies we wanted to see I could feel myself calming. I think if I had been left all alone to think about what happened I would have started shaking.

    It wasn¡¯t long until we arrived at the Emergency Room. We were split up and taken to different rooms and mine came with a police officer preinstalled. He wanted all of my clothes for evidence which I honestly didn¡¯t mind. The blood on my t-shirt had mostly dried and was pretty nasty. Some of the blood had soaked through my jeans and underwear so I ended up sticking everything I was wearing into different bags. There was a hospital gown for me to wear after I stripped and the officer left.

    I sat on the bed but before I could start brooding a nurse and doctor combination came in to check on me. They poked and prodded for a bit but eventually said I was fine and the nurse led me to a shower. The hot water felt glorious and I spent way too long just standing under the stream. When I finished my shower I put on a clean gown and went back to my room. A new officer was there and she started asking me what happened. I described everything except the magic and the demon to the best of my ability and she eventually went away too.

    One of the nurses returned and asked for my ID and Insurance card. I fumbled through my wallet to provide them and got a smile from the nurse as she looked them over. ¡°Your birthday is tomorrow? Happy birthday!¡±

    ¡°Uh, yeah. Thanks.¡±

    ¡°As you¡¯re still seventeen until then we need one of your parents to come get you or you will be stuck here until tomorrow.¡±

    ¡°My Mom passed a few years ago and Dad is away on one of his business trips. It¡¯s just me right now¡± I explained.

    ¡°Hmm, I guess you can stay here until tomorrow and check yourself out then. It¡¯s already getting close to midnight so you can stay here instead of getting admitted. Let me go input your information and I¡¯ll bring your cards back.¡±

    ¡°Sure¡± I said. It wasn¡¯t long before she returned. I was tired after the events of the evening and I tried to get some sleep on the uncomfortable bed. I tossed and turned all night and could hear nurses and doctors as they went about their duties throughout the night. At one point when I woke, I heard what sounded like half of a phone conversation just outside my door that both frightened and relieved me.

    ¡°I¡¯ve checked on the two kids and neither one has any power. They must have killed Samuel before the summoning completed.¡± After a pause he started up again ¡°alright, I¡¯ll leave them alone. No need to make anyone more suspicious. I don¡¯t think we need to watch them, they¡¯re mundane and we have too many other things to waste our time.¡± Whomever he was ended his call and I could hear heavy footsteps walking away.

    The call I overheard didn¡¯t make it any easier to sleep as my mind was going a thousand miles per hour. I couldn¡¯t figure out what power he could have been speaking about other than the magic that ¡°Samuel¡± guy had been using. I knew that I couldn¡¯t do anything like that. I thought magic was all make-believe until earlier that night. That demon thing said he gave us something but I was incredibly grateful that whatever it was hadn¡¯t been noticed. I wondered what it could be as my exhaustion finally pulled me back into slumber.

    The next morning was Saturday, the 30<sup>th</sup> of October and my birthday and began with a bunch of paperwork before I could be released from the hospital. With my phone broken I only had one phone number memorized to call for a ride. Before I had a cell I called the home number of my next door neighbor and just about best friend Amanda Jackson enough times to permanently burn it into my brain.

    ¡°Hello¡± Amanda¡¯s mom answered when I called.

    ¡°Hi Mrs. Jackson, is Amanda up yet?¡±

    ¡°Not yet Dave. How come you¡¯re calling here instead of texting her like usual? You haven¡¯t called this number in years. Oh, and happy birthday.¡±

    ¡°Ahh, thanks. There was a bit of an incident last night. My phone broke and this is the only one I have memorized. I was hoping that Mandy could come pick me up from the hospital and take me to the mall to get a new one.¡±

    ¡°The hospital! Are you ok? Why are you there?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m fine Mrs. Jackson. I¡¯ll tell you all about it later but the short story is I had blood all over me and the EMT¡¯s thought I should get checked out here. Since I only turned eighteen today, I couldn¡¯t check myself out last night and you know Dad¡¯s away.¡±

    ¡°Now I¡¯m even more curious. I¡¯ll wake Amanda up and send her your way but I expect you to come back here with her some time today and give me a full report.¡±

    ¡°We¡¯ll stop by there after I get a new phone, and probably some food. Thanks!¡±

    ¡°No problem Dave, see you later.¡±

    I don¡¯t know if the ER has different rules than the rest of the hospital or if the requirement to be wheeled out is fiction but I was able to walk out under my own power. My clothes were gone so I had two gowns on. One covered my front and the other my back to make a kind of dress. It wasn¡¯t my best look and I knew Mandy would get a kick out of it when she arrived. She was there in about thirty minutes and I was glad she wasn¡¯t the kind of girl who took an hour to be ¡°presentable.¡± I could see her smiling face through the open windows of her CR-V and was struck again by her genetic good fortune. Her mom was half Black and half Japanese while her dad was White with a bit of Native American.

    ¡°Nice outfit Davey¡± she cackled as I got into her car.

    ¡°Thanks Mandy, you look great too!¡± I got a punch on the shoulder for my trouble. ¡°Happy Birthday by the way.¡±

    ¡°Happy Birthday yourself!¡± Mandy¡¯s enthusiasm had always been contagious and I could feel myself perking up in her presence. ¡°Mom said you need a new phone but maybe we should take you home first and get some real clothes.¡±

    ¡°Please. Thanks for coming to get me.¡±

    ¡°Hey, best friends and birthday buddies right.¡±

    ¡°Right.¡± We had been as close as siblings growing up. Our moms had been friends through High School and College. Both of them found husbands and moved to the same town. They actually bought houses right next to each other. How they managed to give birth to both me and Mandy on the same day wasn¡¯t clear but we ended up spending a lot of time together. She was my first crush and I worried that I ruined everything when I asked her out in 8<sup>th</sup> grade. She gently told me that she was as interested in girls as I was which was kind of a shock at the time. I got over it and our friendship got even closer as time went on. It was a bit strange to be discussing who I though was pretty or who I had a crush on with a girl but we frequently were hooked on the same girl. Mandy joked that we really were siblings and had the same taste.

    Mandy pulled most of my story out by the time we reached our houses. I did leave out the unbelievable supernatural parts though. I wanted to tell her but I didn¡¯t think she would believe it. I had trouble believing it happened myself. I told her I would change and then meet at her house so that her mom could grill me and make sure I was ok. Mrs. Jackson fussed over me a bit but accepted my story well enough. In the end she invited me back to have birthday dinner with her family and shooed us out the door.

    It was a fun day hanging out with Mandy. After getting my new phone I called Dad and let him know what happened. He was concerned but since I was fine, he didn¡¯t feel the need to cut his business trip short. I wasn¡¯t really surprised. Dad¡¯s ¡°business trip¡± had been over a year at this point and didn¡¯t have an end in sight. The rest of the weekend was as normal as Halloween weekend ever is. I handed out candy dressed up as a vampire covered with glitter which got a bunch of laughs from the parents and younger teens. The weirdness didn¡¯t start until school on Monday.

 Chapter 2 (Explicit)

    Monday morning I woke up with a hardon that wouldn¡¯t quit. I vaguely remembered some kind of erotic dream I was having before my alarm went off but it upon waking it was so indistinct that I couldn¡¯t picture who was in it or what we were doing. It took forever to go down enough for me to take my morning piss. I grabbed my bookbag as well as my cleats and gear for soccer practice after school and headed out the door. The old hardtop jeep dad bought me when I turned 16 and got my license took me through my usual drive-through for coffee and a muffin which I ate in the parking lot of the High School.

    When I was done, I collected my trash and bookbag and headed to the front door. The cheerleaders and hardcore jocks, mostly football players, had a picnic table in the shade of a large tree claimed like usual. I didn¡¯t care for them as they mostly acted like pretentious assholes but they weren¡¯t really invested enough in anyone to be true bullies. Sara must have seen me arrive as she broke away from the group to meet me. She just about leaped at me for a hug once she got into range and I wrapped my arms around her as well to keep us from falling.

    Sara¡¯s a tall girl, about 5¡¯9¡± or so. I¡¯m six or seven inches taller so with her arms around my neck and mine around her slim waist her feet were left dangling. Her breath was soft on my neck and I could feel her well formed breasts pressed against my chest. She smelled wonderful with her arms around me. Spicy and sweet, almost like a frosted cinnamon roll that had just come out of the oven. We must have held each other for fifteen or twenty seconds before I felt her embrace relax and I gently let her down.

    ¡°I wanted to say thank you again Dave¡± said Sara.

    ¡°It¡¯s no problem. I¡¯m glad I was there.¡±

    ¡°Well, I owe you. If you ever need my help please let me know.¡±

    ¡°You got it¡± I responded. She gave me another hug, quick this time and punctuated it with a kiss on the cheek. The wonderful scent she was emitting got stronger and I had trouble letting her go. Something about that smell made me want to keep ahold of Sara and pull her closer if possible. I was slightly dazed because of it as I finished making my way into the main school building where my first class was.

    At first I thought Sara was following me as I would occasionally come across the same smell. I never really found the sources of the scent but it was making me kind of hungry even though I had just eaten. I made it to class, Physics first this morning, and sat at my assigned table. Mrs. Smith had assigned lab partners and mine was already at our table when I got there. Allison was reading some novel by H. Beam Piper with cats on the cover while she waited for class to start. I wasn¡¯t sure she even hit five feet and she always seemed a bit aloof to me. I don¡¯t think she did it to be mean but I always got the impression that she had something better to do than converse with me or anyone. On the other hand, she always did her part of any group or paired assignments we had shared which was more I could say for many of our peers.

    ¡°Good morning¡± I offered when I sat next to her. Allison smelt enticingly spicy sitting next to me and I had to hold myself back from leaning into her and taking a deep sniff.

    ¡°Morning¡± She mumbled without diverting her attention from the book in front of her.

    The rest of the class filed in as the bell soon rang and class started. Today¡¯s lecture was fairly boring, mostly dealing with friction, and I soon found myself focusing on the strange hunger I was feeling. I was usually ok with just my muffin until lunch and I couldn¡¯t figure out why today was different. While I was lost in thought I realized that the enchanting smell coming from Allison was shifting. I began to notice more sugary tones that complemented the freshly snapped cinnamon stick I scented earlier. The hunger I was worrying at seemed to rise in tandem with Allison¡¯s sent until I was surprised that no one else had commented on the smell even though we were in class.

    About halfway through the period Allison began fidgeting on her stool. Her slim jean clad legs were crossed but she couldn¡¯t seem to sit still. When I glanced over at her she turned to look at me and I was shocked by what I saw. Her eyes were hooded and slightly glazed while her face, neck, and even upper chest that I could see were glowing pink. I noticed her squeeze her thighs together and her eyelids flutter for just a second. Her lips were moist, as if she had been licking them. I had played bedroom games with a girl or two before but I never came across a picture of arousal as stark as Allison was showing in that classroom.

    My response was typical for a teenage boy, I was instantly hard and had to move around a bit myself to get comfortable. As Mrs. Smith droned on the increase in intensity of my hunger as well as the sweet smells coming from Allison accelerated. She now had her palms flat on her thighs and was rhythmically squeezing them together. Her fingers randomly spasmed and she seemed to be struggling to hold them still. Little squeals began sounding and I found myself fascinated by her actions. It wasn¡¯t long until she let out a slightly louder moan and seemed to melt off of her stool.

    I quickly reached over and caught Allison before she could hit the floor. She sat there looking dazed and clinging to my arms. The commotion attracted the attention of everyone else in class and Mrs. Smith asked ¡°What¡¯s going on?¡±

    ¡°Allison seems to be feeling poorly and almost fainted¡± I answered. ¡°Do you think I can help her to the nurse¡¯s office?¡±

    Mrs. Smith walked over and looked down at us. Allison¡¯s flushed face and blank gaze were enough evidence for Mrs. Smith and she agreed to let us go. Allison seemed stable enough sitting on the floor so I quickly stuffed all of her books with mine in my bookbag and slung it over my shoulder. After helping her stand she seemed a touch unsteady but well enough to walk with a bit of help. Throughout all of this I was still sporting an erection that felt like it was going to burst through my pants at any second.

    We were most of the way to the nurse, walking in silence, when we passed a set of single person restrooms that are reserved for the teachers and other staff. With surprising strength, Allison pushed me into one of the rooms and locked the door behind her. She turned, placed both hands on my chest and, with a husky voice said ¡°I need you.¡±

    I was still stunned at being virtually tackled into the restroom but the hunger gnawing at me redoubled. ¡°Um¡± was all I managed to get out as Allison slid her hands down to unbutton then unzip the fly of her jeans. I didn¡¯t know what was going on but I was quite excited by how things seemed to be progressing.

    She grabbed one of my hands and slid it down her slightly rounded tummy and into her pale peach colored panties. ¡°Feel me. Feel how wet I am for you.¡±

    The sugary sweet cinnamon smell was almost overpowering and, as my fingers passed through her sparse pubic hair, I was shocked by how wet she was. Even with her earlier orgasm in class she was much more slippery than I would have thought. Of course, my previous experience was fairly limited so what did I know? The tips of my fingers easily parted her outer lips and as my middle and index fingers slid on either side of her engorged clit Allison let out a low moan that was pure music to my ears. Her legs lost strength and I wrapped my free arm around her waist to support her.

    She quickly shucked her jeans and panties over her hips and they slid down to pool around her ankles. I continued to slide my fingers through her wet lips, applying pressure on the hard nub between my fingers. Allison¡¯s breath started to become ragged and she sounded frequent low moans. She reached for my jeans next and soon my lower clothing matched hers.

    Because of our height difference, I found myself pressed against her abdomen. The feel of her soft skin along the underside of my cock was exquisite. I let out a moan in answer to Allison¡¯s and pulled her tighter against me. Her hands wrapped around my erection and tried to point it down to her dripping opening. She rose up on her toes to try and make the angle work and let out a groan of frustration when we didn¡¯t line up correctly.

    By this point I wanted in her as much as she wanted me there. I brought both hands to her hips, picked her up, and spun her around to face the sink. Gentle pressure on her back got Allison to bend over, resting her elbows on the plain white fixture. She rose up on her toes again and with a slight bend of my knees we finally managed to fit together.This tale has been unlawfully obtained from Royal Road. If you discover it on Amazon, kindly report it.

    Sliding into Allison was the best thing I had ever felt. She was snug and warm, so wet that I smoothly seated myself completely. The low vocalizations Allison was giving off rose in volume and I brought my left hand around to cover her mouth and muffle her. I slowly pulled back until I was barely inside Allison¡¯s wonderful tunnel and then firmly pushed back into her repeatedly. Each thrust wrung another beautiful exclamation from Allison that danced in my ears and fed my hunger for her.

    I could finally differentiate what I was feeling. I didn¡¯t need food, I needed Allison. I needed her to cum for me, to cum on me while I filled her. I wrapped my free hand around her waist again, this time resting my index finger directly on Allison¡¯s clit and started quickly moving my hand back and forth. She became rigid at my touch for a few seconds before shaking in orgasm. She pulsed and squeezed around my hardness while pushing up onto her toes again in an attempt to take me as far in as I possible.

    Allison¡¯s spasms around me felt even better than sliding into her had and I gloried in the sensations. I paused in my strumming of her clit when she seemed to reach her peak. Her head dropped and I could tell that without me and the sink holding her up she would have collapsed to the floor. I could feel my hunger slightly abate with her orgasm but I still felt famished. Watching the pleasure flow through Allison in made me feel powerful and I wanted more. I began stroking her again, both with my cock inside her and my fingers on her.

    She wearily raised her head and her eyes met mine in the mirror before us. Her pupils were dilated while her eyelids seemed to flutter weakly. She whispered ¡°please¡± which I took to mean that she wanted more from me and I increased the pace and force of our coupling. It wasn¡¯t long until she was cresting into another orgasm. Once again, it placated my hunger a bit but I still wanted more. This time, instead of slowing I kept rocking into Allison over and over, trying to pull another climax from her.

    It wasn¡¯t long until an incredible third orgasm for Allison was building. In the midst of this I could feel my own bearing down upon me. With no thought for pregnancy or anything beyond the pressure in my prostate I pushed once more into Allison and erupted. I lifted her completely off her feet while I emptied what felt like a gallon of semen. I redoubled the efforts my hand stroking her clit and Allison joined me in climax, shivering and shaking.

    When we finished, I finally felt sated and I settled Allison back on her feet although I still had to support her. Somewhere in our tryst I had lost track of the amount of noise we were making and I hoped no one had heard us. Around the time I softened enough to slip from Allison¡¯s depths she found the strength to raise her head again. She looked wiped out in the mirror. Her hair was wild and she appeared to desperately need a nap.

    She was able to stand on her own after 30 seconds or so and I shuffled back to raise my boxers and pants back up. Noticing the combination of our juices on myself I reached around Allison for a few paper towels. After wetting them, I cleaned myself up and then did my best to similarly clean Allison. Each touch, although gentle, caused her to twitch as if a minor aftershock ran through her. When we were as clean as we were going to get, I finished redressing. Allison was still just standing there so I helped her get dressed as well.

    I was still basking in the glow of my climax when I finished arranging us to be mostly presentable. The encounter was short, not even ten minutes, yet it was the best sex I had ever had. I wondered if Allison felt the same way as I hoped to experience being with her again. I noticed that she no longer smelt sugary sweet although the scent of cinnamon still lingered. It was ridiculous on the face of it but I wondered if what I was smelling had been a part of whatever had possessed Allison.

    She finally came to her senses and turned to look at me and asked ¡°what was that?¡±

    I didn¡¯t know how to answer her as the whole thing had taken me by surprise as well. I thought that Allison was attractive but we had always been just friends. I wanted to tell her that it was the most erotic experience of my life and possibly ask when we could do it again but she spoke first.

    ¡°Oh shit! Fred!¡± She looked up at me, worry and fear etched on her face. ¡°Please, you can¡¯t say anything about this to anyone! My parents will kill me. Fred will kill me.¡±

    She seemed entirely earnest in her plea. The only Fred I knew in school was a stuck-up rich kid senior. He dated someone different every week or two and was always throwing around his parents¡¯ money. I didn¡¯t know what Allison had to do with him as I couldn¡¯t remember them ever going out or what her parents could have to do with anything. I wasn¡¯t one to kiss and tell however so keeping quiet wouldn¡¯t be a problem.

    ¡°Sure, Allison. Let¡¯s just get to the nurse and I¡¯ll head off. I won¡¯t tell anyone anything about what happened this morning.¡±

    She still looked a bit worried but nodded and we exited the restroom. Thankfully, no one was out in the hall to see us and we completed our journey to the Nurse. We didn¡¯t say anything else on the way, both lost in thought. I wondered why Allison was so worried now. It was only minutes ago that I thought we shared something wonderful but maybe it was only in my head? The bell for the next period rang as I was leaving her books and I headed to my next class. Striding through the halls filled with other people I once again scented the spicy and sweet I was becoming used to. Thankfully, the previous hunger I was feeling was gone. I figured that Allison really had been what I needed.

    Amanda shared my next class, English, with me and I sat down next to her. A new scent seemed to come off of her when she greeted me. She smelt of deep, rich, coffee which I knew had to be the same kind of weirdness as the cinnamon and sugar because she hated coffee. She also had a touch of sweetness which resulted in a creamy mocha scent. I was slightly concerned that something like what happened with Allison would happen with Mandy but I was titillated as well. Even without dating and knowing her preferences, part of me still wanted her. My mind flashed to a quick fantasy of having Mandy in the restroom with me instead of Allison before I could control myself.

    Mandy saved me from getting lost in the fantasy with an excited whispering about a new crush. ¡°¡­ so cute! I can¡¯t believe I never really noticed her before. I know she¡¯s with those football assholes all the time but still, a girl can dream and she¡¯s dreamy.¡±

    ¡°Really? Dreamy?¡± I managed to interrupt, grinning at Mandy.

    ¡°Yes, doofus, dreamy!¡±

    ¡°Whom, exactly, are we speaking about this time?¡±

    ¡°Weren¡¯t you listening to me!¡± Amanda play slapped me on the shoulder. ¡°Sara! I don¡¯t know what was different about her today but I saw her in first period. She sits just in front of me and looked so good tasty today. I wasn¡¯t really able to pay attention in class. I just kept imagining running my hands through her silky blond hair and¡± she paused ¡°other things.¡± Mandy was usually fairly controlled but she was blushing now.

    ¡°I see¡± I laughed. The class bell rung again and the instructor, Ms. Rictor, began her lesson. The sugary part of Mandy¡¯s smell increased a touch while she spoke about Sara. I really wished I knew what these scents meant as well as why I was smelling them. My earlier hunger was also strange. I had been horny before. To be honest, since I was 15 or 16, I was usually horny but nothing like this morning.

    I once again kind of spaced out during the lecture. If this continued, I was going to end up in trouble but I couldn¡¯t stop wondering what was going on. Mandy¡¯s sweetness calmed down as class went along although her coffee scent never wavered. I tried to focus on other people in class and over time I came to a few realizations.

    The first was that I never scented anything from any of the other boys in the room. Whatever was going on didn¡¯t involve them at all. The second was that the sugary and spicy scents were independent of each other. There were girls in class that I got both scents from as well as others who had one or the other but not both. Third, I wasn¡¯t really smelling in the normal sense of the word. It had to be something else because I could get an impression of a girl all the way across the room and I knew it was hers somehow. The intensity of each girls¡¯ scent varied widely as well. If it really was a smell, the light scent that some were emitting would have been drowned out by others.

    I was both glad and disappointed that Amanda didn¡¯t react the way Allison had. I know it made me a cad but Mandy was my first crush and hard to let go of. I thought the lack of hunger eating at me may be part of it but didn¡¯t want to really bring that feeling back. I must have been lost in my thoughts for longer than I thought because the bell that ended class soon sounded. While we packed up Mandy began whispering about Sara again. It was so adorable; the way Amanda would get so excited about a new crush, but this was a little over the top. It wasn¡¯t until that moment that I wondered if Sara was experiencing something like I was.

    Was Sara doing something that attracted Mandy? Neither of us had ever been hooked on one of the cheerleaders before. While they were undoubtably pretty, the whole atmosphere around them was appalling. Both me and Sara got zapped by whatever magic that demon thing had. There had to be a link between Friday night and this morning. Were we somehow magically attracting people?

    With that thought I suddenly felt nauseous. If it was magic, did I rape Allison? Maybe she couldn¡¯t control herself because of an aura I was giving off. It struck me that it could have been like a date-rape drug, removing volition. That would explain her reactions after we finished. My stomach clenched and I could taste acid in the back of my throat. I quickly apologized to Amanda and ran for the restroom. I made it to one of the general use male restrooms and into one of the open stalls. Once there I emptied my stomach into the bowl until only mucus came up with each heave.

    The bell for the next period went off while I was occupied in the restroom. I contemplated going to the nurse but worried that Allison may still be there. I felt so guilty that I really didn¡¯t want to run into her at the moment. I decided to head home and take the unexcused absence. I couldn¡¯t deal with my shattered emotions and whirling thoughts. I made it back to my jeep and was soon headed home wondering what I had done and what I had become.

 Chapter 3

    I was lost in my doubts and self-recriminations when I got home.  My parents, Mom especially before she died, had raised me to be considerate and kind.  I had blown that all to shit this morning.  I wondered if Allison was going to report what happened to the police.  Maybe she already had and the next knock on the door would be officers here to arrest me.  My dad wasn¡¯t around much anymore but Mrs. Jackson would be devastated, not to mention how this would affect Mandy.  That creature in the forest that zapped me must have been some kind of infernal demon.  I wasn¡¯t trying to pass the blame but he had done something to me and Sara and I felt this was the result.  He was probably trying to get me to damn my soul, not that I had ever considered that it was possible to be truly damned before this.

    Time flew by while my thoughts spun in circles until I heard a key in the front door.  Besides me, Mrs. and Mr. Jackson as well as Mandy had keys to the house but I figured it was Mandy coming in as her parents were infrequent visitors.  It was Amanda and she looked quite concerned as she joined me on the couch.  Once again, she brought with her the smell of rich coffee although there was none of the sugary sweetness that I almost feared, for which I was thankful.

    ¡°Hey¡± she said by way of greeting.  ¡°I heard you skipped out on school after second period.  That¡¯s not like you.  Are you ok?  Still affected by Friday night?¡±

    Honestly, I was kind of freaked out about killing that guy on Friday but currently I was more worried about what just happened with Allison.  I really wanted to talk to someone about it but the only person that I thought would believe me was Sara and we didn¡¯t have that kind of relationship.  I didn¡¯t think Amanda would try to have me committed to the psych ward but maybe that¡¯s where I belonged anyway.  I finally decided to take the chance and tell her everything, including the creepy magic parts, but I must have been thinking about it for too long as she spoke up first.

    ¡°Whatever is going on, you can tell me.  Best friends remember?  No matter what it is I can help.¡±  She scooted over closer to me and grabbed me for a hug.  I was so wound up that her simple physical affection almost brought me to tears.  I hadn¡¯t really cried since my Dad virtually abandoned me but I could feel my eyes tearing up.  She was the person who I trusted the most and felt closest to.  I decided that I had to tell Mandy what happened.

    After a moment she pulled back from the hug and I started talking.  I slowly recounted the unbelievable parts of the story from Friday.  I described the fireball and the demon including as much of what he said as I could remember.  I described how the demon hit me and Sara with a jolt of something and how I felt afterward.  I told her about the guy I overheard in the hospital and then started in on what happened that morning.

    It wasn¡¯t too difficult to describe the different scents I was now smelling from various girls.  I even covered my findings from English class where I figured out how to pinpoint where each fragrance was coming from.  Where I started struggling was telling Sara what happened in Physics with Allison.  There were many false starts and pauses while I tried to get that story out.  After going over what happened in the bathroom, I started in on how I felt about the whole thing and my concern that I had raped Allison.

    Throughout my story Mandy just looked thoughtful which was better that looking at me like I was crazy and when I was done, she hugged me again.  This time I couldn¡¯t stop actual tears from falling and soaking into her black hair.  She held me for a long time whispering ¡°it¡¯s ok, it¡¯s ok¡± over and over.  It must have been at least five minutes later before I got myself under control and we separated.  There were tissues on the coffee table and I gathered some to wipe my face and blow my nose.  Mandy looked lost in thought for a moment before speaking.

    ¡°I think I believe you, as strange as this all sounds.  I also don¡¯t think you raped Allison.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± I exclaimed.  ¡°I don¡¯t want to have be rapist but why not?¡±

    ¡°Let me tell you about my day¡± she said.  ¡°Your story answers a lot of questions I had about things that happened today that had me confused.  I know that both of us thought Sara was pretty but she wasn¡¯t someone we would want to go out with, mostly because of her cheerleader friends.  Well, today was different for me.  I was sitting next to her in our World History class in first period and I think she affected me the same way you affected Allison.¡±

    ¡°Holy shit!  Are you ok?  What did she make you do?¡±

    ¡°Calm down Dave, I didn¡¯t do anything.  Let me finish my story.¡±

    ¡°Sorry, go ahead.¡±

    ¡°So, while we were sitting there, I noticed just how pretty Sara is and started to kind of fantasize about her.¡±  Mandy blushed a bit when she said that.  ¡°I didn¡¯t know what was happening but for the first time I wanted her, badly.  I don¡¯t know if she ever had an attraction to girls but I couldn¡¯t stop picturing doing her or her doing me.  I lost all track of the lecture and felt drawn to Sara in a way I never have been before.  If we had been at a party or something, I would have made a move on her for sure but we were in class so I behaved myself.¡±

    If that was similar to what I had done to Allison, maybe she could have controlled herself as well and she chose to pull me into that restroom.  Before I could really think about it, Mandy continued her story.  ¡°Based on what you said and how I was feeling I bet that sweet smell you talk about is someone¡¯s arousal or horniness level or something.  After thinking about Sara all through first period it took me quite a while to calm down.  Anyway, I had another class with Sara after lunch and my reaction to her was completely different.  If she has the same kind of hunger you do, she must have curbed it somehow between the classes we shared.  I still found her more attractive than usual but she didn¡¯t have me fantasizing so vividly about her again.¡±

    That was more to think about although I quickly came up with another possible reason for the lesser affect Sara had on Mandy in their later class.  ¡°Were you sitting as close to her after lunch?¡±

    ¡°We sit next to each other in History and I sit directly behind her in French.  It¡¯s about the same distance either way.¡±

    ¡°Thanks Mandy, that makes me feel better I think.¡±

    ¡°No problem Dave.¡±

    We sat in silence for a while as I thought over what Mandy¡¯s tale could mean.  Maybe I had just made Allison excited and she took it from there.  That meant that while I may have started the encounter and influenced her mindset, I didn¡¯t force her to do anything.  I felt quite a bit better after that thought.

    Eventually Mandy left for home.  It was too late to go to soccer so I did some homework before making dinner.  The rest of the day went by fairly normally and it was soon time to head to school on Tuesday morning.  I once again was bombarded by the tasty scents from many of my female classmates but the gnawing hunger I felt on Monday was thankfully missing.  My biggest worry was how Allison would react to me in Physics.  We were still lab partners and would have to at least get along for the rest of the school year.

    It turned out to be anticlimactic and a total non-issue, mostly.  She was at our table before I was and other than blushing a bit when I walked in there wasn¡¯t much change in her demeanor.  I tried to bring up our encounter from the day before but she gently put me off saying that it was fine and she didn¡¯t want to talk about it.  The only real difference I could pinpoint was that soft notes of coffee were wrapped up in the cinnamon and sugar I detected from her the day before.  The three smells combined into a whole that was almost intoxicating.  I worried that if my hunger came back I would have to avoid her somehow or I would have trouble controlling myself around her.

    The rest of the week went by and I felt like I was settling into a new equilibrium.  I slowly got used to scenting my classmates and my resolution improved.  It became almost like a map in my head of those within my range.  Without much effort I could track where each scent or combination of scents was located around me as well as the intensity of each.  I came to believe that Mandy was right about the sugary scent correlating with arousal.  Thinking about that seemed to stoke my already high libido and I found myself masturbating much more often than usual.

    I was walking through the halls during lunch on Thursday and came across a blast of sugary sweetness that dwarfed other scent other than Allison on Monday.  I was so intrigued that I tracked it down to another set of single use restrooms like I had used with her that day.  As I reached the lockers just outside the scent fizzed and sparked like pop rocks candy on my tongue.  As the fizzing faded so did the intensity of the sweet smell itself.  It made me so curious that I leaned against the lockers opposite the restroom doors and pretended to be engrossed in my phone waiting to see who emerged.The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

    About five minutes later Sara walked out.  Her face and neck were flushed and when she saw me, she immediately looked embarrassed.  She was alone but her face looked quite similar to the way Allison¡¯s had looked after our tryst.  I briefly wondered what had turned her on so much that she needed relief while school was in session until I realized that she may be experiencing something similar to what I was.  If that was the case it¡¯s no wonder she needed some private time.  I thought about trying to talk to her about it but she scurried off before I could speak.

    I still wasn¡¯t sure what the other two scents implied.  The only two people I came across smelling like coffee were Mandy and Allison.  I wasn¡¯t sure what they had in common to produce that particular scent.  The intensity also varied widely between them.  Mandy smelt very strongly and didn¡¯t have the cinnamon that was Allison¡¯s main scent.  Allison¡¯s scent also intensified each day during class.  She would start out mostly cinnamon with a touch of coffee and sugar and would end class smelling strongly like a fresh baked frosted cinnamon roll sitting next to a cup of joe with extra sugar and cream.

    The sugariness of other girls in school would wax and wane as the day went by as well.  In contrast, the girls I got a cinnamon scent off of seemed to remain fairly constant.  That scent did change a little day to day, but very slowly and some didn¡¯t waver at all.  Once again, I had no clue what it could signify as there was no rhyme or reason to connect those girls that I could figure out.  Eventually I resolved to just put it behind me and chalked it up to a side effect of whatever that demon had done.

    Mandy came over a few times during the week and we talked more about what I was sensing and what it all could mean but she couldn¡¯t come up with any reasonable hypotheses either.  We talked about Allison a few times and I felt better about that morning encounter after each conversation.  We even touched on Sara and how she was affecting Amanda.  Mandy still had her arousal stoked whenever she was near Sara but nothing like early on Monday.  I brought up the idea of talking to Sara about it but neither of us really knew her well enough to predict how she would react to our questions so we left it alone.

    It was Friday morning when the shoe dropped.  Fred was waiting for me near my usual parking spot and braced me as soon as I exited my Jeep.

    ¡°You need to stay away from Allison, she¡¯s mine¡± he stated forcefully.

    I was a bit confused because as far as I knew, Allison had never dated anyone, including Fred.  I did remember her saying something about how Fred would be upset on Monday but had mostly put it out of my mind after my breakdown.  I didn¡¯t want to confirm that anything had happened between me and Allison so I asked ¡°what are you talking about?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t play with me Thompson!  I know something¡¯s going on, her parents say that you¡¯re all she can talk about recently.  I¡¯m not going to warn you again.  Butt out!¡±

    With that Fred turned and marched away.  I was left with even more questions.  Why were Allison¡¯s parents telling Fred about what Allison spoke of?  Why did Fred think he owned Allison?  I thought about it on my way to class and even though Fred wanted me to stay away I figured I would ask her about it.

    Like usual, she was there before I was, and without preamble I opened with, ¡°Fred accosted me in the parking lot this morning.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± She exclaimed.

    ¡°Yeah, he said something about you belonging to him and that I should stay away.¡±

    ¡°Oh my god!  I can¡¯t believe he would do something like that.¡±  She lowered her voice to a whisper and asked ¡°how did he even know what we did on Monday?  I haven¡¯t told anyone.  Have you been bragging?¡±  She turned an angry face towards me with her last question.

    ¡°No way¡± I answered.  ¡°I wouldn¡¯t brag about that!  I¡¯m not that kind of guy.¡±  I almost said something about worrying about raping her but controlled myself at the last second.  There¡¯s no way she would understand why I felt that way.  ¡°He said that your parents tipped him off.  Something about me becoming a favorite topic of conversation for you.¡±

    Allison¡¯s face morphed from angry to chagrined at my comment.  ¡°Um, I didn¡¯t realize that I had been doing that.  It¡¯s just that you¡¯re so much better than he ¡­¡±  She trailed off after saying more than I think she meant to.

    ¡°Ahh, don¡¯t worry about it¡± I tried to reassure her.  ¡°I didn¡¯t know the two of you were together.  Isn¡¯t he seeing Isabela right now?  They¡¯re all over each other in the lunch room lately.¡±

    Allison looked down at her hands in her lap and quietly said ¡°I can¡¯t really talk about it.¡±  She seemed lost in thought for a bit before continuing ¡°I¡¯ll try and tone it down around my parents.  You need to be careful though Dave, Fred can be really mean.¡±

    ¡°Alright¡± I said.  ¡°I don¡¯t have any idea about what¡¯s going on with you, your family, and Fred but I¡¯ll try and keep my nose out of it.  I am your friend though, regardless of what happened on Monday.  If you ever feel you need to talk, I¡¯m available anytime.¡±

    ¡°Thanks Dave.¡±

    ¡°No problem.  You have my number, call or text if you need to.¡±

    The bell to start class rang before we could talk more and I quickly noticed that Allison smelt differently now.  Her cinnamon and sugar were about what I had become used to but her coffee sent had been bolstered.  She didn¡¯t smell as strongly as Mandy did but it was quite a bit more intense than it had been on Thursday.  I pondered what that change could mean but couldn¡¯t think of anything at the time.

    School and soccer filled the rest of my day and I had put it out of my mind until it was brought to my attention again while I was eating that evening.  There was a knock on the door and when I opened it Fred barged his way in.  I was totally unprepared as I had expected Mandy was the one knocking so I was knocked on my ass as he entered the house.

    ¡°I warned you!¡±  Fred shouted down at me.  His face was red and blotchy and he looked completely enraged.  His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white with his fury.  I had a fleeting thought about the way my recent Fridays had turned out before Fred grabbed my attention again.  ¡°What did I say about Allison?  She¡¯s mine and I¡¯ve heard that you said something to upset her.  Now I¡¯m upset and you¡¯re not going to enjoy the result.¡±

    Other than the previous Friday I had never really been in any kind of physical altercation before.  There had been some heated words and chest thumping on the soccer pitch, but nothing like this.   I didn¡¯t know what to do but I knew that sitting on the floor wasn¡¯t going to help anything so I tried to stand.  Fred took that opportunity to stride forward and plant his right fist square in my gut.  I saw it coming but as I didn¡¯t know anything about fighting my attempted block completely whiffed.

    The pain was intense, almost like the knife hilt I had been hit with and I found myself on my ass once again a few feet from where I started.  I knew staying down would just get me kicked so I rolled to the side, trying to get the couch between us.  I tried to get up sideways instead of towards Fred this time.  I managed to gain my feet and kept on moving to keep the furniture between the two of us.  I could feel my adrenalin pumping while I tried to figure out what to do.  It wasn¡¯t that hard to stay away from Fred as he was mostly stalking around the couch instead of really running towards me.

    He started taunting me, calling me a pussy for not standing up to him but I had no desire to really fight.  Eventually I couldn¡¯t help but respond and exploded at him ¡°What the fuck is wrong with you?  Just stop already!¡±  An incredible rush came from my pained abdomen when I shouted and my words seemed to ring in the air unnaturally.  Fred came to a sudden halt and stared at me dumbly which I found incredibly odd.

    ¡°There¡¯s nothing wrong with me.¡±  Fred¡¯s voice had an eerie unfocused tone to it.  ¡°You have interfered with something of mine and need to be punished.¡±

    ¡°You can¡¯t own Allison!  She¡¯s not a slave or a thing that can belong to you, she¡¯s a person.¡±  The rush I felt before Fred stopped continued and my words once again seemed to hang in the air.

    ¡°I can¡¯t own Allison¡± Fred repeated in the same unfocused way as his previous comments.

    I was really confused now and just wanted Fred to go away now that he seemed to no longer want to attack me.  ¡°Please leave now and in the future leave me and Allison alone.¡±  The rush I had been feeling while speaking seemed to peak and dissipate with my request and without that rush most of my energy also dispersed.  I felt drained and I worried that Fred would snap out of whatever daze he was in and come after me again.  Thankfully, he just turned and walked out the still open front door.  I rushed over to lock it behind him and collapsed to the floor.

    My stomach hurt where he punched me and I felt exhausted.  After a minute or so I also felt ravenous.  I slowly made my way back to my unfinished dinner and resumed eating.  I had made myself a ribeye on the small grill out back and while it usually was enough, along with a potato and some steamed broccoli, I was still hungry when I was finished.  I cleaned up and was digging through the fridge when Mandy called.

    ¡°Mom made a pie this afternoon and she told me to call and offer you a piece.¡±

    That sounded like just what the doctor ordered, something sugary and sweet was exactly what I needed.  ¡°That sounds great, should I head over there?¡±

    ¡°Nah, I¡¯ll bring it over.  Give me just a sec.¡±

    It wasn¡¯t long before she arrived and I eagerly opened the door for the pie, and Mandy.  It was an apple pie and its fragrance wafted enticingly through the room.  I wasted no time digging right in.  The buttery crust was perfectly flakey and the filling was sweet.  The granny smith apples were tart enough to balance the whole thing and I devoured the slice Mandy brought over in no time at all.  She was sitting across from me laughing about how quickly I consumed the pie and I couldn¡¯t help but smile back at her.

    I cleaned up and washed the plate so that Mandy could take it back with her when she left.  We both settled on the couch and she picked up the remote and started flipping channels.  Hanging out and watching tv was such a frequent occurrence that neither of us needed to say a word as we got comfortable.  I was still a touch hungry which was weird and reminded me of Monday morning.  That thought caused me to sense the air in the living room.  Mandy still gave off the coffee scent I had become accustomed to but she had a touch of cinnamon on her for the first time.

    As I pondered this, I noticed that she was becoming sweeter by the second.  Either the pie had covered up her scent or I hadn¡¯t been paying attention because she was approaching the level Allison had before we left for the nurses¡¯ office.  I couldn¡¯t keep myself from reveling in the intoxicating aroma.  It was light and sweet, blended with a deep dark roasted island coffee.  I closed my eyes and could feel myself hardening in my shorts.  I was almost lost in the experience until a touch on my had brought me back to the living room.

    Mandy had reached over to rest her hand on mine.  When I looked at her face her eyes were dazed and her cheeks rosy.  She was staring at me with a shocked expression while her tongue moistened her lips.  Sounds from the tv grabbed my attention for a moment and I found that Mandy had stopped on a softcore skin-e-max movie which was completely out of character.  I only had time to think ¡°oh shit¡± before Mandy¡¯s other hand pushed on my cheek to turn me back towards her and she leaned in for a kiss.

 Chapter 4

    Kissing Amanda was everything I dreamed it would be. Her lips were soft, welcoming, and full of passion. While we kissed the hand she used to turn my head towards her trembled against my cheek. Her other hand grasped mine and our fingers interlocked. It was heady, beautiful, and seemed to go on forever. I was so focused on our kiss that everything else in the world just disappeared. Her mouth opened slightly and the tip of her tongue peaked out to trace my lips. I reciprocated gently and marveled at the tastes and textures.

    Eventually our kiss ended and Mandy pulled back a few inches to catch her breath. I was able to take in more of my surroundings with the break and I found myself wrapped up in the strongest combination of the three scents I now connected with the demon that I had yet sampled. Her coffee smell had always been strong but was more vibrant now. The cinnamon she had been missing before was strong and her sugar scent implied she was a bare touch away from climaxing. It was more than my burgeoning hunger could handle and I felt like the emptiness inside me was going to gnaw its way through my spine.

    I wanted, no, I needed Mandy. I needed our pleasure to mix and to do anything and everything I could to cause her to scream my name. I refocused on her eyes and pulled up short. There was lust there, an incredible field of fiery desire but that¡¯s not what stopped me. I also saw love and trust shining out at me and that slowed me down enough to think about what we were doing. Allison had not been raped by me, I now accepted that, but I had done something to her and now I was doing it to Mandy.

    Amanda had never been attracted to any boys or men as far as I knew so the kiss we shared was completely unprecedented. She shouldn¡¯t be feeling or acting this way and as much as I needed to slide myself into her depths, I couldn¡¯t do that to her like this. The gentle smile she had been wearing turned forlorn at my retreat which caused my newfound resolve to falter. My hunger used gap in my resolve to burn hotter within me and I barely croaked out ¡°wait, please¡± under its influence.

    I took a moment to remind myself that I could choose my actions no matter how much my impulses tried to convince me otherwise before speaking. ¡°I¡¯ve always wanted this, you know? Wanted you.¡±

    ¡°You have me now. Come take me.¡± Mandy reached for me and I met her hands with mine, holding her in place rather than letting her embrace me.

    ¡°I don¡¯t want it like this though. I don¡¯t want whatever was done to me to trick you into something you may hate me for later. You mean too much to me to lose you over something like that.¡±

    ¡°Oh Dave, I¡¯ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I¡¯ve never felt any desire for you until tonight but I know I¡¯ll still love you tomorrow.¡±

    Her confession wasn¡¯t too shocking as I loved her in turn but our actions reminded me of people who were drunk or drugged and I didn¡¯t think that was the best state to be making decisions of this complexity. ¡°Honestly, Mandy, I really, really want you right now but I think we need to take some time to think this through. Why don¡¯t you go back home and call me when you¡¯ve calmed down? Remember those scents I sense now? You¡¯re blasting all three and I¡¯m worried that you¡¯re not totally in control of yourself.¡±

    That point caused Mandy to ponder for a bit. Eventually she pouted and almost whined ¡°I¡¯ve wanted to want you for so long.¡±

    I stood and went to the door to let her out as I could feel my own control fraying and knew that if she stayed for much longer, I would be on top of her despite my earlier convictions. ¡°Take some time for yourself then call me¡± I offered again.

    Amanda walked up to me more sensually than I had ever seen before. Each step was directly in front of the previous like she was on a balance beam which caused her generous hips to sway nicely. For the first time ever, she did a hair flip sending her straight black hair back over her shoulders. That actually broke the mood a touch as we had previously made fun of girls who performed that maneuver to attract attention. Mandy seemed to realize that as well as she grinned and asked ¡°a little much?¡±

    ¡°Just a touch.¡± She was directly in front of me now and I could feel my arms shaking as I struggled not to wrap her up in them.

    ¡°One more kiss before I go?¡±

    ¡°We can¡¯t¡± I lamented. ¡°If I kiss you again, I won¡¯t be able to stop.¡±

    That seemed to cheer her up and she smiled brilliantly at me. She darted in to kiss me on the cheek then ran out the door giggling. I stood watching her as she crossed the lawns between our houses. She glanced back at me several times and then blew a kiss at me just before closing the door to her own house. I closed and locked mine then retreated back to the couch with a tired groan. Mandy¡¯s scent still lingered and my hunger railed at me for letting her go.

    I tried to meditate for the first time in my life but my thoughts were filled with Amanda instead. I contemplated what it would feel like to kiss along the undersides of her breasts. I imagined circling her nipples with my tongue before gently biting the engorged protuberances. My hand found its way into my shorts while I fantasized about everything I ever wanted to do with Mandy. It wasn¡¯t long before I made a mess of myself. As I calmed down, I wondered if Mandy was doing something similar to calm herself down. She had smelled so sweet that it was easy to imagine.

    That thought almost got me going again and I made myself take a shower instead. While I was drying off, I began to worry that the night¡¯s interactions with Amanda would have pissed her off. I know she seemed fine when she left but she might have felt differently given time to process everything. I felt like I was becoming a whiner and tried to think of something to do to get my mind off of Mandy. I had a bit of homework to get through over the weekend and it seemed like a good time to tackle it. It was an hour and half or so and I was in the middle of working some limits and L¡¯hopital¡¯s rule for Calculus when my phone went off.

    ¡°Hey Dave¡± Mandy greeted me when I answered. She sounded cheerful which eased my worries some.

    ¡°Mandy, how are you doing?¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m great, although I¡¯m kind of shocked by how much of a little strumpet I was acting earlier!¡±

    I couldn¡¯t help but laugh at that. ¡°Strumpet? Really? Have you been reading old English novels again?¡±

    Mandy¡¯s corresponding laugh was bright and she responded ¡°not really. It was a tossup between being a strumpet and feeling wanton. The older words just fit better for some reason!¡±

    ¡°Ok, ok, fine¡± I smiled. ¡°Are you feeling more yourself now?¡±

    ¡°Like I said, I feel great!¡± Mandy¡¯s excited voice calmed when she continued ¡°you don¡¯t know how much it hurt me when you asked me out back in eighth grade.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡± I interjected.

    ¡°No need to apologize. Everything turned out fine and it wasn¡¯t really you asking that hurt, it was that I couldn¡¯t reciprocate your feelings and I wanted to. I¡¯ve loved you for as long as I can remember but it¡¯s been completely platonic before tonight. There have been times that I¡¯ve wished you turned me on as much as I obviously turned you on.¡±

    ¡°What!?¡± I sputtered. ¡°What are you talking about?¡±

    ¡°Oh, you¡¯ve tried to be the complete gentleman once you got over the years but if you think I didn¡¯t see how you reacted to some of my outfits you have to be crazy.¡±

    ¡°But, but, umm.¡± I couldn¡¯t get my thoughts together. I thought I had always been discreet when I ¡°reacted¡± to Mandy.

    ¡°Don¡¯t worry about it. I thought it was cute and you never pushed me, which I appreciate.¡±

    I took a deep breath and finally was able to say something coherent. ¡°Yeah, ok. You¡¯re a babe, Mandy. I can¡¯t always help noticing how hot you are but I tried to hide it. You¡¯re my best friend and I didn¡¯t want to make you uncomfortable.¡±

    ¡°You were never a problem, Dave. Anyway, tonight was different. For the first time I wanted you. I wanted to run my hands all over you and have your hands on me. It was incredible. You don¡¯t know how disappointed I was when you said I had to go.¡±

    ¡°I worried you weren¡¯t really you. Like you said, you never found me attractive in that way before and I knew that. I didn¡¯t want us to do something that you would hate me for later. I love you too you know?¡±

    ¡°Yeah.¡± Now she sounded a touch embarrassed ¡°I, ah, touched ¡­ Um. In order to calm down I had to, you know. For the first time I didn¡¯t have a girl running through my imagination.¡±This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

    ¡°Ahh, ok.¡±

    ¡°At any rate, I feel better now. Thinking about you still gets me going some although I don¡¯t think you¡¯re as attractive as, say, Sara.¡±

    ¡°Well, that¡¯s interesting.¡±

    ¡°I was thinking about coming back over and running some experiments with you.¡±

    That sounded both amazing and scary at the same time. I almost lost myself picturing things we could do together and my hunger howled at me. ¡°What if we get carried away?¡± A large part of me hoped we would which made me feel a little like a creep.

    ¡°I¡¯m not worried about it and you shouldn¡¯t be either. Like I told you about your time with Allison, I¡¯m choosing to come over.¡±

    I wanted Mandy to come over so bad but I managed to curb that impulse. ¡°How about tomorrow?¡± I compromised with myself. ¡°Call me when you get up and see if you still feel the same way. If you do, we can try something and see how it goes.¡±

    Mandy sounded a little disappointed when she agreed ¡°ok, that makes some sense. I guess I¡¯ll talk to you tomorrow then.¡±

    ¡°Yeah, have a good night Mandy.¡±

    ¡°Night, Dave.¡±

    After we hung up my hunger started screaming at me. I knew I didn¡¯t need to eat and that it was the same hunger that needed Allison to orgasm on me so I tried to ignore it. I did my best to return to my homework but I couldn¡¯t concentrate. Eventually, I gave up and decided to turn in early. It was a struggle to relax and I tossed in my blankets for quite a while. I kept remembering how nice Amanda smelled which triggered the hole in my stomach.

    I don¡¯t know when I finally fell asleep but I woke up Saturday morning with a new mess in my boxers. My dreams had been hazy and indistinct but I vaguely remembered cavorting with Allison and Amanda. We had been skinny-dipping at the river I thought, but couldn¡¯t really grasp the dream as it faded away. I showered again to clean up, got changed, and went to make some breakfast. I was surprised when I looked at the clock. It was already past 9:30 and I don¡¯t usually sleep that late.

    There was a knock on the door and I figured it was Mandy and that she decided to come over instead of calling. I opened it to find Allison staring back at me instead. I didn¡¯t know she even knew where I lived and never expected her to show up unannounced.

    ¡°What did you do?¡± Allison asked quite forcefully. She didn¡¯t sound angry, just very concerned. Her scent was quite faint although it was enough to once again rouse my hunger for her. I backed away with the hope that more distance would prevent any escalation in her arousal. Apparently, she took that as an invitation as she followed me into the house.

    ¡°What are you talking about?¡± I kept retreating and ended up in the living room. Allison followed me in and sat on one end of the couch. The recliner was the furthest from where she was seated so I moved there.

    ¡°Something¡¯s going on with Fred and I know it was you. He said he was going to come here yesterday and teach you a lesson before coming back to my house to teach me a lesson but he never showed up. He even failed to show up this morning and he¡¯s always over on Saturday morning.¡±

    ¡°Um, he did come over yesterday during dinner and we kind of got into it for a bit. We ended up talking it out and he left. Why is he always at your house Saturday mornings?¡±

    My hunger felt like it was reaching out for Allison while we talked and I struggled to control it. I didn¡¯t want to trigger her like I had on Monday morning. I pictured my hunger as a black fog with tendrils that were reaching for Allison. I imagined stuffing the fog into a vial and sealing it with a rubber stopper. That seemed to work and the empty gnawing I had been experiencing receded into the background. I was so fascinated by that turn of events that I almost missed Allison¡¯s answer.

    ¡°I¡¯m not supposed to say.¡± Allison looked down at her lap where her hands were folded together. ¡°Fred¡¯s acting really weird though. When I called him this morning all he would say is that he was to leave us alone. He¡¯s never given any indication that he would ever let me go before. He¡¯s never missed punishing me before either.¡± Allison sighed, ¡°usually, he looks for opportunities for that.¡±

    Allison¡¯s comments were starting to really upset me. It sounded like Fred had some kind of hold over her and was seriously mistreating her. She did make me remember the last thing that I said to Fred was telling him to leave me and Allison alone. I also remembered how my voice sounded odd at the time. What if I had done something to him with that statement? It sure sounded like I had. I wished I had a better handle on what was going on with me.

    ¡°I did tell him to leave us alone.¡± My phone went off at that point as Mandy called. ¡°Give me a second¡± I said before answering ¡°morning, Mandy.¡±

    ¡°Hey you, I¡¯m on my way over. I still feel like experimenting this morning.¡± Like usual, she jumped in without any preamble.

    ¡°Ahh, Allison¡¯s here.¡±

    I was going to recommend we test later but instead Mandy asked ¡°why is she there? Never mind, I¡¯m almost there anyway.¡± Before I could get another word in, she hung up.

    ¡°Well, Mandy is coming over¡± I told Allison.

    Allison looked confused for a moment and by the time she recovered Mandy was through the front door and into the living room. While they greeted each other I reflexively scanned the two girls, comparing their fragrances. They both had all three scents that I had identified although Mandy¡¯s was stronger except for cinnamon. As I pondered, I realized that even beyond the intensity I could identify which scent belonged to which girl. It was so distinct that I thought I could identify who was whom without seeing them by scent alone.

    I was also surprised that I wasn¡¯t suffering from my hunger. It seemed that picturing it bottled up like I had worked better than I could have hoped. The way the two girls smelled was still enticing and, combined with my dream from the night before, I desperately wanted to roll around with both of them. That inclination wasn¡¯t nearly as strong as my desire to kiss Mandy had been before she went home the night before. They must have asked me a question while I was lost in my thoughts as I found them both sitting on the couch staring at me.

    ¡°What¡¯s up¡± I asked.

    ¡°Allison was telling me about Fred¡± Mandy said. ¡°We both think it has something to do with you and I asked if you were ok telling her the whole story.¡±

    I didn¡¯t know how I felt about telling Allison. On one hand she kind of deserved to know, after Monday, and I was fairly sure she could keep a secret. Something had obviously been going on between her and Fred and I never got an inkling of it. On the other hand, if what was happening to me got out I expected to end up in a padded cell being poked by government scientists.

    ¡°Are you sure¡± I asked Mandy.

    ¡°I am¡± she answered confidently. ¡°Plus, she can help with what we had planned for this morning.¡±

    Maybe Mandy would be one of those scientists, I thought with a smile.

    ¡°Ok but Allison, you have to promise to keep this a secret¡± I stared directly at her.

    ¡°Um, ok. I can keep a secret.¡±

    ¡°Well, it started two Fridays ago. I was out for a walk and ¡­¡± I told her the whole thing as best I remembered it. She didn¡¯t interrupt although she looked like she wanted to when I was giving my point of view on our trip towards the Nurse¡¯s office on Monday. The minimal sugary scent they both were giving off ratcheted up a touch during that description but otherwise they both remained calm.

    When I was finished, they both remained silent. Allison¡¯s face passed through a bunch of different expressions too quickly for me to grasp before settling on hopeful. ¡°I think you hypnotized Fred¡± she said.

    ¡°Um, what?¡± I remember he acted strangely the day before but I didn¡¯t wave a watch in front of him or walk him through any kind of induction.

    ¡°Maybe programed him is a better way to put it¡± Allison continued. ¡°There¡¯s no way he would have just stopped once he started hitting you. That¡¯s not the kind of guy he is. He would have ground you into the floor until you capitulated.¡± She looked sad ¡°I know from experience.¡±

    Allison trailed off into silence again. Mandy, who had been sitting on the other end of the couch, moved over to wrap Allison in a hug. I was astounded by what she said. I had no respect for people who abused others and it sounded like Fred was abusing Allison and had been for a long time.

    ¡°Fred would never let me go¡± Allison eventually started up again. ¡°He thinks of me as a possession and wouldn¡¯t ever leave me alone without magic or something. You said that guy, Samuel, threw a fireball at you and the Demon gave you something. I bet you have magic too.¡±

    ¡°It makes sense¡± Mandy chimed in. ¡°The scents you¡¯ve been sensing as well as the way your hunger affected the two of is sound like it could be magic as well.¡± She turned towards Allison ¡°we were going to attempt some experiments about that this morning. Do you want to hang around and help?¡±

    My conscious mind didn¡¯t know if that was a good idea but my body sure like the thought. I could feel myself lengthening in my shorts picturing both girls aroused beyond control. I had a hard enough time keeping ahold of myself with one beautiful girl that into me, two was going to be incredibly difficult.

    ¡°I don¡¯t think ¡­¡± I began.

    ¡°I¡¯m in¡± Allison all but shouted. ¡°That sounds like fun. More fun than I¡¯ve had in a long time, other than Monday.¡± Now she blushed a little.

    Mandy giggled at that. ¡°Great¡± she smiled. ¡°What do you want to try first? I noticed you¡¯re sitting as far away as you can, Dave. Is that why I haven¡¯t responded like I did last night?¡±

    ¡°Maybe¡± I responded. I went on to describe the way I pictured containing my hunger.

    ¡°I see¡± Mandy said. ¡°Come over here and sit between us and let¡¯s see if anything changes.¡±

    Allison was already at one end of the couch so Mandy moved over to create a space for me between them. I sat and concentrated on each of the girls next to me. The sugary scent of their arousal started increasing slightly but nothing like the sharp spike I was used to when my hunger fueled the rise.

    ¡°I can sense a little change in the two of you but it¡¯s not much right now.¡±

    ¡°I think I¡¯m remembering Monday and anticipating how I think you¡¯ll make me feel.¡±

    ¡°Me too¡± chimed in Mandy. ¡°Well, not the Monday thing, but thinking about last night is making me feel kind of sexy.¡±

    ¡°Alright, it seems like I¡¯ve got some control over how I affect people now. Thanks for risking this to help me out.¡±

    ¡°No problem, Dave¡± replied Mandy.

    Allison said ¡°you¡¯re welcome¡± at the same time.

    We sat there for a little longer while I continued to sample the delectable scents from the two girls. The intensity wasn¡¯t increasing but I was enjoying the similar yet unique fragrances coming from them. After a minute or so I noticed that Mandy started fidgeting. It appeared to me that she had something to say or wanted to ask a question that she was embarrassed about. That was strange to me because usually Mandy had no filter at all and would have no trouble speaking her mind.

    I poked Mandy in the side and prompted ¡°spit it out. I know you¡¯ve got something to say.¡±

    She looked over at me and blushed a little before dropping her head down to look at her hands. This demure side of Mandy was new to me and while it was cute it was uncharacteristic.

    Mandy eventually whispered ¡°I want you to release your hunger. I want to feel that again.¡±

    She looked over at me nervously while I tried to figure out what to do. Part of me felt like I was corrupting her but I also wanted her. Did I want her enough to put her through this again? What if it messed up our friendship? What if I got her pregnant? Oh shit! Allison! We didn¡¯t use a condom on Monday! She might already be pregnant!

 Chapter 5

    ¡°I know it¡¯s a little late with regards to Allison but, um, birth control?¡± I felt a little uncomfortable bringing up the subject but it had to be asked.

    ¡°I¡¯ve got an IUD,¡± Mandy responded.

    ¡°I¡¯m on the pill,¡± Allison chimed in. ¡°I¡¯m fairly sure you¡¯re clean as well. I got tested on Monday afternoon.¡±

    ¡°Oh shit,¡± I didn¡¯t even think of that before. ¡°Um, thanks, good. Um, my only previous partner was also a, um, a virgin.¡± I could feel myself blushing. How could talking about this be so embarrassing? If it got any worse, I would bet I¡¯m going to start stuttering or something.

    ¡°Ahh, I¡¯ve never done anything with anyone else¡± Mandy offered.

    ¡°That¡¯s good. So, we¡¯re all covered. Anyone have any other concerns? I always made Fred use a condom even though I¡¯m on the pill. He went out with a lot of girls and I wasn¡¯t going to risk it. I take mine religiously when I first wake up so I should be close to the 99.7% effectiveness. I was not going to carry that asshole¡¯s baby.¡± Allison seemed to be taking the leadership role and I had no problems with that. ¡°Assuming we react the way I did on Monday does anyone have any other concerns? We should talk about it now as thinking clearly may be hard later.¡±

    Mandy said ¡°ahh, I don¡¯t have any pesky hymen to go through, the doctor took it when I got my IUD, but maybe go slow? Be gentle with me if we get that far?¡±

    ¡°Of course, Mandy. I never want to hurt you. If you¡¯re worried about it, we don¡¯t have to do this.¡±

    ¡°No! I want to, it¡¯s just, you know?¡±

    ¡°Intimidating,¡± Allison interjected, turning to face Mandy. ¡°My first time was scary but it was with that asshole Fred. Dave was much more considerate than Fred ever was even though Dave and I only had a quickie. I can¡¯t picture him not taking care with you.¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t recall being considerate.¡± I looked at Allison to see if she would expand on what she said.

    ¡°You waited for me to be wet and ready.¡± Allison appeared a bit disgusted but I knew it wasn¡¯t focused at me. ¡°Trust me, that makes a real difference.¡± The more I heard, the less I liked Fred and I already had a poor opinion of him.

    ¡°That¡¯s all I had,¡± Mandy said.

    ¡°Condoms?¡± Even though we thought we were all clean it had to be asked.

    ¡°Not with me,¡± Mandy was emphatic. ¡°If we do this, I don¡¯t want anything between us.¡±

    ¡°Me too,¡± answered Allison. ¡°I¡¯m good without anything else.¡±

    ¡°Ok, well, should we go to the bedroom first? I imagine that if something happens the way we think it will we would be more comfortable there than here in the living room.¡±

    Allison quickly followed as Mandy popped up and led the way. She had been to my room many times before but never in my wildest dreams had she been heading that way for this reason. I couldn¡¯t help but sample the way the two girls smelled as we changed venue. They had increased the ¡°volume¡± of their scents, all three of them. I couldn¡¯t believe the conversation we had on the couch. Plainly talking about what we were going to do, even if we didn¡¯t specifically say sex, was weird. Had that talk increased the coffee and cinnamon scents somehow?

    In the end, I stopped worrying about that change. I was eagerly anticipating having the two girls in my room. How it would all work between the three of us was a concern although the internet porn I¡¯d seen gave my imagination plenty to work with. We were soon in my room and Allison was looking around with interest.

    My dad bought me a king size bed when I passed 6¡± last year and it dominated the room. Against the wall under the window was a small cluttered desk and my laptop. Thankfully all my used laundry was in the hamper which helped my room look less like a slob lived in it. I¡¯d left my bed unmade, though. I never could figure out why making the bed was a thing. It always struck me as a waste of time and effort. My closet doors were wide open and displaying the disorganized contents, but at least my closed dresser drawers hid my unfolded collection of socks and boxers.

    After satisfying her curiosity, Allison rested on the bed next to Mandy. I pulled the rolling desk chair over and sat in front of the two. ¡°Ok, you guys remember the vial I trapped my hunger in? I¡¯m going to try and picture a vent or gasket that I can control. I want to attempt to let out just a little and see if I can direct it at one of you without affecting the other. Sound good?¡±

    ¡°Sure,¡± Mandy answered. ¡°Who¡¯s first?¡±

    ¡°Um, up to you I guess.¡±

    Allison and Mandy looked at each other and without talking they each brought up a fist, shook it at the other two times and then Allison¡¯s paper covered Mandy¡¯s rock.

    ¡°Hah! I¡¯m first¡± crowed Allison.

    ¡°Alright, here it goes¡± I said. I imagined a valve connected to the rubber stopper holding back the black, roiling, hunger in my gut. I wanted to be able to let the barest whisper out and I hoped that would work. The picture of the vial itself had worked wonderfully which gave me confidence that my abnormal hunger was something that could be controlled.

    The valve appeared to work perfectly. A single tentacle like wisp emerged. It wasn¡¯t even hard to direct it at Allison. It felt like the tendril was already attracted to her and it slipped right over easily. The tip of it deftly touched the center of her chest and seemed to attach itself. Instantly, my hunger howled within me as it made a concerted effort to burst from the mental vial which contained it. I could tell I was hardening within my shorts and Allison began to look similarly aroused.

    ¡°Oh my,¡± Allison said. Her cheeks had already taken on a rosy glow and we had only been connected for seconds. She crossed her legs, causing the hem of the sundress she was wearing to rise up her thighs a touch. I clearly remembered Allison clenching those smooth legs in Physics. Her small hands twitched and played with the hem of her dress as well. I got the impression that she wanted to run her fingers over her body and was struggling against the impulse. The sugary scent she gave off was so enticing that I had to force myself to stay seated instead of jumping her. Mandy was watching the two of us with obvious interest and I could smell that she was getting aroused by the way Allison was acting.

    I badly wanted to keep watching Allison fall into her lust but I had more things to test. It was incredibly difficult to detach the rope of black misty hunger from Allison. What ended up working was closing the valve on the vial. With the vial closed the connection between us gently faded into nothing. My hunger railed at me as if to ask why I would let her go instead of taking her as she obviously desired.

    I took some time to examine my hunger and confirm I had a firm grasp on it. It still roiled within its container but I got a sense of patience from it now that we were no longer connected to Allison. It was almost like my hunger knew it was going to be fed soon and was content to wait. When I looked up Allison had calmed down, although I could tell she was still aroused.

    ¡°That was intense,¡± Allison said while fanning herself with one hand. ¡°I don¡¯t know why but it hit me harder and faster than it did on Monday. It¡¯s like I went from slightly interested to ready for an orgy in the space of two breaths. Wow.¡± She took a few deep breaths. ¡°Can you tell how strongly each of those three scents are right now? I have a theory.¡±

    ¡°Ahh, sure.¡± I focused my attention on Allison. Her coffee scent was stronger than ever before but it was dwarfed by the cinnamon and sugar she was putting out. I had yet to come across a cinnamon smell as strong as Allison was putting out at that moment although the sweet part of her smell was steadily waning. I reported that to Allison and she nodded back at me.

    ¡°I think I know what the cinnamon smell is¡± she offered. ¡°I agree that the sugary smell is probably arousal. It seems to fit all the observations you¡¯ve told me about. I¡¯m pretty sure cinnamon is base desire or attraction or something like that. I¡¯ve always thought you were cute but after this week and especially the last few days I¡¯ve found myself almost drawn to you. It fits what you¡¯ve said about Amanda as well. She didn¡¯t have any cinnamon until the other night, right?¡±

    ¡°Yeah.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s when she started being attracted to you if I remember correctly.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re right,¡± I excitedly responded. That makes a lot of sense actually. I thought about all the different girls I had received a cinnamon impression from in school and was a little shocked. ¡°Wow, I¡¯m more attractive than I thought I was.¡±This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

    Mandy laughed at me. ¡°You¡¯re athletic, single, and dress ok. I¡¯m not surprised that quite a few girls would find that combination at least moderately attractive.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re also generally friendly and aren¡¯t a bully,¡± Allison¡¯s added. ¡°Now that you¡¯ve freed me from Fred you are even more attractive to me. I also like the way you can turn me on so quickly.¡± Allison looked coy for a second. ¡°It makes you seem powerful to me and I like that.¡±

    Allison¡¯s theory fit all the data I currently had. ¡°If cinnamon is attraction and sugar is arousal, what¡¯s coffee?¡±

    Mandy gave me an exasperated look. ¡°Love, you idiot.¡±

    ¡°Wait, what?¡± I sputtered.

    ¡°I figured it out when you first described the scents to me. I¡¯m the only one you got that scent from.¡± She looked over at the squirming girl next to her. ¡°Well, until you rode in like a knight in shining armor to rescue Allison, anyway. I thought it was clear and you were just avoiding it.¡±

    I looked over at Allison who shyly peaked over at me. ¡°Is that right, Allison?¡±

    ¡°Yeah¡± she exhaled. ¡°I didn¡¯t want to bring it up.¡±

    ¡°If you thought I would let you run these kinds of experiments on someone who didn¡¯t love you at least a little bit you¡¯re being more of an idiot that usual.¡± Mandy stuck her tongue at me.

    ¡°Let me?¡± I hammed it up ¡°I¡¯ll have you know that you¡¯re not the boss of me!¡± I turned my head and stuck my nose in the air with my pronouncement. Mandy just stuck her tongue out at me again.

    ¡°Don¡¯t stick that out unless you¡¯re prepared to use it¡± I stated.

    Mandy just looked at me with a complicated expression before she challenged, ¡°make me.¡±

    I may be an idiot sometimes but I knew what she wanted. I once again loosened the valve holding back my hunger and let it slowly seep out. I found it as easy to connect with Mandy as it had been to connect to Allison earlier. Once again, my hunger surged and I felt like I was going to burst out of my shorts. Mandy¡¯s breath caught in her throat and her beautiful brown eyes closed halfway.

    I was filled with an incredible sense of confidence and stood up from my chair. I slowly removed my shirt then reached over to unbutton the blouse Mandy was wearing. It was a rich purple with pearlescent buttons. She watched, fascinated, while I carefully unfastened each one. When they were all undone, I gently placed one hand on each of Mandy¡¯s collarbones and slid the blouse off her shoulders. Her golden-brown skin was smooth and I could feel the strength she held while I removed the garment.

    She was wearing a white, lacy bra that contrasted wonderfully with her skin tone. I inhaled deeply, savoring the way she smelled. It was intoxicating and felt incredibly right to me. I knew I wouldn¡¯t be able to stop and leaned over to kiss her. The joining of our lips was somehow tender and innocent yet absolutely filled with passion. I ran my fingertips along the edge of Mandy¡¯s bra cups, first below her generous breasts, then along the top edge.

    Mandy moaned into my mouth while I caressed her. My hunger wanted to throw her down and take her but I somehow knew that would be wrong. I was soft and slow as if I was trying to calm an overexcited horse. The world had contracted down to just the two of us while we kissed so I was surprised when I felt the clasp of Mandy¡¯s bra release. I opened my eyes to find Allison had moved behind Mandy and had been the one to unhook her.

    Once again, I knew what to do. I released a little more of my control over my hunger and coaxed another tendril free. This time it arrowed straight for Allison as swift as an arrow. She even reacted like she had been hit by something, startling a bit. She recovered and quickly joined my hands which were sliding Mandy¡¯s bra straps over her shoulders and down her strong arms. My hunger surged in triumph as Mandy¡¯s erect nipples came into view.

    They were a rich chocolate brown and made my mouth water. The breasts they rode on were so firm that they rode just as high as they had when supported by Mandy¡¯s bra. I gently drew my fingertips across her breasts causing a slight shiver and an eruption of goosebumps. Mandy smiled at me and leaned forward to resume our kiss while I explored. I reveled in the feel of soft flesh under my hands. Each time I would brush across one or the other nipple Mandy would renew the passion in her kiss to the point it took my breath away.

    I once again lost track of Allison until I felt her hug me from behind. With that widening of focus I was inundated by the fragrance of both girls. It was a symphony of smells that inflamed my own arousal and drove out all coherent thought. It took me a moment to realize that I could feel Allison¡¯s bare breasts against my back. Her nipples were like two pebbles as they slid against my skin. She slid her hands over my torso before sliding my athletic shorts and boxers to the floor. Once she had finished that, I could feel Allison rise to her toes. She was only about 5¡± tall so she held me tightly as well while she left a string of kisses across my shoulders.

    Mandy and I pulled back to catch our breath for a second and she seemed surprised that I was naked before her. I was harder than I had ever been before and Mandy seemed enchanted by how excited my dick was. She tentatively reached out her hands to grasp me then looked up at my face as if asking permission. It felt so good that I just nodded back, knowing I would enjoy any touching Mandy was inclined towards.

    She slid down off the bed to sit on her heels without loosening her grasp on my erection. Mandy looked down at the length in her hands then turned her eyes back towards my face. It took me by complete surprise when she leaned forward and took the head of my penis into her mouth. The feeling was incredible, warm, wet, and inviting. I could feel Mandy¡¯s tongue fluttering around as she tasted me.

    I let out a gasp and sagged a bit, somehow retaining my feet. Allison lowered herself down off her toes and peered around my side to see what Mandy was up to, then exclaimed brightly before moving in front of me. She quickly dropped to her knees as well, adjacent to Mandy and gently reached up to caress my balls. I could see now that Allison was as undressed as I was. It was an incredibly erotic scene and I groaned my pleasure.

    Both girls had straight black hair, although Allison¡¯s was a touch finer. They shared expressive brown eyes, while Mandy¡¯s were a little larger. Mandy had somewhat stronger features, a larger nose and fuller lips than Allison had, although both were gorgeous. Allison¡¯s skin was several shades lighter and her smaller breasts were topped by bright pink nipples that were both longer and thicker than the ones exhibited by Amanda.

    Allison was small, six or seven inches shorter than Mandy when they were standing up although they were close enough in height to easily share my hardness between them, which they began to do. I lost track of the lips, tongues, and mouths on me. Mandy had the awesome strength in her limbs that I knew came from her frequent martial art classes, while Allison reminded me of a ballerina; power disguised by grace.

    The continued assault of the two girls combined with their aroma and my hunger brought me to my climax long before I wanted. Somehow Allison knew it was coming and guided Mandy onto the end of my cock just before I erupted. After my first huge spurt Allison pulled me over and took me into her mouth for the rest. The two girls looked at each other with expressions like the cat who ate the canary. My climax felt incredible but my hunger railed at me, shouting that it wanted the girls to orgasm on me. I think the hunger also caused me to maintain my erection after my orgasm, which was a first for me.

    I helped the girls to their feet and then kissed them one at a time. I don¡¯t know if Allison was impatient or just like taking Mandy¡¯s clothes off, but before I knew it Allison had Mandy¡¯s jeans and panties on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I led the two to the bed where we resumed kissing, touching, and caressing.

    With the first words in what felt like hours Mandy said ¡°I want to see you in Allison. I want to see what you¡¯re going to do to me soon.¡±

    Allison appeared to like that idea as she rolled onto her back and opened her arms towards me. I didn¡¯t need a second invitation and quickly moved between her open thighs. I could feel how wet she was when the end of my erection brushed up against the folds of her pussy. I hunched my hips forward and easily slid against her. I could feel Allison¡¯s engorged clit rub against the underside of my cock which pulled beautiful music from her mouth.

    I pulled back and felt a hand pointing me in the right direction for penetration. Allison could feel the hand as well, as we both looked over at Mandy and smiled. Mandy held me steady and then pressed on my bare ass with her other hand until I was fully seated within Allison. I had thought the sex I had with Allison on Monday was as good as it could get, but somehow this was even better.

    Allison was slick and her vaginal walls seemed to grab ahold of me and pull. I started off moving slowly but was soon moving steadily and forcefully. I raised myself up on my arms to improve the angle I was entering Allison with and Mandy took advantage. She slid her head in the gap my changed position left between my chest and Allison¡¯s and latched onto her left nipple.

    The added stimulation was more than Allison could control and she tipped right over into her first orgasm. My hunger howled in triumph and I felt a surge of energy flow between me and Allison before settling into my gut. I was in no way sated and continued sliding in and out of Allison¡¯s glorious channel. In fact, I increased my pace until I was virtually pummeling Allison into the bed.

    Her legs were wrapped around my waist while her hands pressed against my chest. Her fingers made kneading motions like a cat rhythmically extending its claws. It wasn¡¯t long until Allison was rolling from one orgasm to another. I completely lost track of them while I reveled in the sensations. Eventually I couldn¡¯t hold myself back and I seated myself as far in Allison as I could and let go. It had not been long between my two orgasms but the second one was no weaker. If anything, I felt like I ejaculated more this time than the one before.

    I gently rolled off of Allison, who looked completely spent as she sprawled on the bed. I looked over at Mandy and her expression caused my failing erection to solidify once again. She looked like a jaguar ready to pounce and I was her prey. She sinuously crawled over Allison and onto me. She straddled my hips and I could feel myself slide along her well lubricated lower lips and up towards her meaty butt. I felt like I had been pounced upon while Mandy claimed my lips with hers and started raising and lowering her hips.

    I don¡¯t know how long we kissed but eventually Mandy raised her hips far enough that the head of my cock found its way inside. She was so aroused that her rhythm never faltered. One cycle I was rubbing against Mandy and the next I was filling her fully. She eventually pulled back from kissing me, taking deep breaths, but the movement of her hips continued. Her face was directly above mine, our noses almost touching and her eyes contained all the wonder in the world.

    Allison must have recovered, as I could feel her hands on the both of us. She moved over the two of us to embrace Mandy like a wrestler on a restart. I could see Allison¡¯s left hand pulling and pinching Mandy¡¯s nipples while her right squirmed down between me and Mandy to stroke Mandy¡¯s clit. That triggered Mandy and she finally lost her coordination as she spasmed on me.

    My hunger almost felt like it was gloating and another stream of energy slid into me with Mandy¡¯s orgasm. I felt almost like I was overstuffed after a Thanksgiving meal but Mandy kept on riding me. She actually raised herself onto her feet instead of resting on her knees and picked up the pace. Beads of sweat began forming on her upper chest and I levered myself up to lick them off her taut skin.

    Mandy dropped down fully and instead of rising again she began rocking herself back and forth on me. I could feel the nub of her clit pressed against my pubis setting her off again. This time I joined her, our voices loudly announcing our release.