The Talent Agency
Copyright© 2025 by bpascal444
Chapter 27
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27 - In this third installment, we continue Tom Carter's story of coming to terms with his new-found abilities to influence others, discovering other aspects to these powers, and beginning to understand how he came by them in the first place. He finds that his gifts are the accidental byproduct of failed military experiments to enhance the senses and abilities of soldiers. But even if the failures ruined a lot of lives, the prime movers aren't ready to give up, having come so close to success.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Mind Control Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Safe Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
The house was dark, so everyone had gone to bed. I did the same, though I stayed awake for a time remembering our conversation. I fell asleep replaying her welcome kiss.
In the morning, my mother was distracted by her preparations for the holiday dinner the day after tomorrow. We’d again be going over to my Aunt Betsy’s house to eat. Her place was larger and better suited to host a bigger group. My mother and her sister had a long-standing rivalry about who was the better cook, which made for some memorable meals.
The downside of going there was having to interact with my cousin Andrea, who didn’t care much for me. Or for anyone else, for that matter. None of us met her standards, so she spent as little time with us as possible, retreating to her room when it got to be too much.
When my mother took a breath, I slipped in Karen’s compliment about her cooking and the apple crisp, which she still remembered fondly. It made my mother smile, which was my intent.
I put Karen’s presents under our much more modest Christmas tree. I really hoped that she was right, that we’d find a way to see each other at least once more before she had to leave. Our family schedules over the holidays were going to make it difficult.
She’d told me yesterday that they were going to Christmas dinner at her cousin’s house -- the horny cousins with the farm -- and were staying overnight so they wouldn’t have a long nighttime drive back. That meant she wouldn’t be available again till the 27th. And she had to leave for school just after New Year’s.
So I was already feeling a little sorry for myself, and had to force myself out of my doldrums. I’ll read something, I told myself, get lost in a book. The problem was that I hadn’t brought any books with me. In desperation I looked around the first floor and finally found a book on the shelf of an end table next to the couch.
This couldn’t be something of my mother’s. She tended toward escapist ‘bodice ripper’ paperbacks that you usually found on a supermarket magazine rack. This was an old classic, something that might be ... I looked in the back and yes, it was a library book. Overdue, at that. Probably something that Mindy had been assigned. Oh well, any book in a storm.
I read for an hour when I heard a knock on the back door. After a few moments I heard a shouted, “Tom, Jeff’s here!” I’d actually expected him a couple of days ago.
“Dude! How you doin’?” he said, pulling off his jacket. “I got tied up with trying to find Christmas presents for my family, and for Kate. This is the first chance I’ve had to relax.”
I gave him the brief overview of what I’d been up to for the past few months, and he gave me a head nod which was his signal that we should go somewhere private. The only more or less private place in this house was my room, so that’s where we headed.
I flopped on the bed, he pulled out the desk chair and sat, the chair back facing me. This is where he would tell me all the dirty details about what he’d done this semester.
“I’ve got so much review to get through before I go back. We’ve got finals starting about a week after New Year’s. When are your ... Oh, right, you took yours before the break. How’d you do?”
“Don’t know for certain. Grades aren’t back yet, but I passed everything, I think.”
“I’m still a bit nervous about ‘em, but I think I’m doing better this year. The first year was major culture shock, ‘cause I didn’t study as much as I should have. I promised myself that I was going to be more methodical about studying this year. And it worked, kinda. I did okay on the mid-terms and other tests, but finals are a big part of the grade.
“Anyway, I don’t wanna think about that until I absolutely have to. You see Karen?”
“Had dinner at their place last night. Afterwards she and I talked till almost one in the morning before she threw in the towel. We’ll try to get together at least once more before she leaves.”
“I saw Kate for a while yesterday. She’s only been back for two days, so she had to carve out time for us. I really missed her. Oh, listen, man, thanks for that advice about that email thing. I actually did that, ‘cause we’ve got a way to hook up to the network in our dorm rooms. And she’s got a PC at school so we can write to each other and get the mail almost immediately.
“That helped a lot. Last year I kinda got the feeling from her letters that she was becoming more distant, but now we can talk about day-to-day things instead of trying to push three weeks of events into one letter. She told me it helped reduce her school stress when she was able to email me about it.”
“Same with me and Karen. Always brightens my day to get a message from her.”
“‘Course I don’t tell her everything about my weekends. There are some things she’s better off not knowing. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.”
“Jeff, don’t tell me you’re into Monty Python now? You were always more of a Beavis And Butt-head kind of guy.”
“One of my roommates is into that kind of British comedy and got me hooked, too.”
“There may be hope for you yet, then, say no more. So what are you trying to keep from Kate’s prying eyes that would shock her?”
“Well, let’s just say there were a couple of parties in the dorm that turned into a kind of a ‘Let’s hope our parents or the school doesn’t find out about this’ thing. It’s amazing how being away from home makes a lot of girls think ‘I’ll try anything once to see if I like it.’
“I don’t know how they’ll eventually feel about it, but I liked it just fine. Dude, we all got so drunk at this one party. I’m talking basketball with this guy from across the hall and when I looked up half the women were mostly naked! It just happened, I don’t know why!
“I’m not gonna pass up an opportunity like that so I pull off everything ‘cept my shorts and before I know it I’ve got two women trading tongues with me. One of them finally started sucking my dick and I push aside the panties of the other one and I’m finger-fucking her. I finally wound up screwing the one licking my dick.”
“And you didn’t bring pictures. I must say I’m disappointed, Jeff.”
“I was busy, don’t blame me. Anyway, there were several parties like that, everybody trying to work off their frustrations. That’s what Kate shouldn’t know. Any wild tales from ----------?”
“There a few frat parties that turned into sort of a fuck-fest. I usually don’t go to those ‘cause I don’t like the noise and how drunk everyone gets, but I got talked into going by one of the guys in my dorm. So it was entertaining.”
I gave him some general comments about a couple of my hookups, leaving out specifics. I considered these private and mostly didn’t like bragging about them with my friends, but Jeff and I go back a long ways and I felt guilty about keeping secrets.
“I knew college was gonna be like this back in high school. Couldn’t wait to get there. So far it hasn’t disappointed.”
We shot the bull for another hour, then he said he had to go, some family thing.
“I probably won’t see you before I have to leave, Carter, and I’ve really got to start reviewing for finals, too. So have a great time, and try not to study so hard, you’re making the rest of us look bad.
“Oh, and thanks for giving me your email address, even though I didn’t use it. I really meant to email you, but I got wrapped up in school stuff and with messaging Kate back and forth. This semester for sure, you’ll see.”
“Okay, whenever you find time, no pressure.” Jeff grabbed his jacket and waved goodbye as he was tugging it on.
And nothing else happened until Christmas morning. Well, my mother went into panic mode, of course, which she always does when she’s preparing for one of those culinary test matches with her sister. She had made lists, even a schedule of what had to be done when, so that nothing would be overlooked.
By Christmas Eve everything had been prepared, ready to cook. She got up early on Christmas morning to put things in the oven so they’d be ready to pack up when it was time to leave for Aunt Betsy’s place.
My father pulled her, grudgingly, from the kitchen so we could exchange presents. I got a couple of shirts that looked suspiciously like dress shirts, such as one might wear with a jacket and tie. They were sending a subtle message about my sartorial habits.
Karen had bought me a VHS tape of Star Wars, but with French voices overdubbed. I think I may have complained to her in an email that I was losing my language skills because I didn’t get a chance to use them at school. This was her answer.
She also bought me a pair of wool gloves, because she noticed that I hardly ever wore gloves in the winter and my hands always got too cold for her to hold. These would keep my hands warm, she told me, so she wouldn’t be afraid to touch them.
Lastly gave me a picture of her standing in front of one of the classroom buildings at ---------, wearing a tee-shirt and holding her books, giving a brilliant smile to the camera. Unposed, it was probably just a snapshot taken by one of her friends, but it captured her excitement at being where she was and she’d had it blown up and put it into a 5x7” frame. I loved it.
Mindy gave me a Fonzie tee shirt, her subtle thank-you for my suggestion about how I coped with studying for exams. In a pep-talk, I’d given her a phrase and told her I’d used it to prepare myself for cramming, a Fonzie quote I said I’d recited: “Hey, grades are not cool, learning is cool.” It was, of course, the trigger phrase that kicked her version of Brain Sponge into gear, but she didn’t know that.
We cleaned up the wrapping paper, put away our presents, and it was about time to set off to my aunt’s house. It wasn’t that far a drive, but we had to pack all the food she’d prepared -- much too much, as always -- and their presents, so it took some organization.
It was like every other holiday gathering, pleasant on the surface but there was an undertone of intense competition between my mother and her sister. Barney, the dog, made the rounds of everyone, waiting to get his ears scratched, then started all over again.
Andrea sulked and fine-tuned her facial expression that clearly said, ‘The things I have to put up with!’ Periodically she’d go off and spend twenty minutes in her room until she could face everyone again. I was starting to feel sorry for the guy she’d eventually marry.
Dinner was amazing, as it always was. There were no clear winners, but each of them claimed a moral victory. The rest of us just stuffed our faces, happy for the largess. There was constant conversation going on, as both my mother and her sister were talkers. I got asked about school, and my mother bragged a little about my grades. This year, she even bragged a bit about Mindy’s scholastic turnaround. Mindy turned slightly pink, not yet used to being selected for praise.
Andrea, when asked how she was liking school, offered, “It’s okay, I guess.” No one really expected anything different.
By seven in the evening, even the thought of more food was causing twitching in everyone’s stomachs. That was a sign that we’d reached capacity, and we took our leave shortly afterwards. Along with a pile of leftovers we’d be eating for the next couple of days.
The day after I was still a bit bloated, and had just coffee and toast for breakfast. But it hadn’t slowed Mindy even a little; she was off to the mall with her friends to hit the post-holiday sales.
I realized that I was going to have a problem if I was here for nearly a month with nothing to do but watch TV. I rummaged though my desk drawer and found my old public library card. I walked to our local branch library and found two books to read, one a mystery, another a spy novel. They had absolutely nothing to do with school and it felt a bit indulgent. I liked it.
So I read, lying on the couch, or on my bed, indolent. I’d finished the first one last night. I was going through them faster than I’d thought, and I was nearly done with the second when I was called to the phone.
“Carter, nice to hear your voice. Thank you for the presents. You always seem to find the right gifts. That LED kit looks like fun, though I probably won’t have time to play with it till after exams. And that book about C programming? That was actually on my ‘I need to buy that’ list. How’d you know?”
“It’s my flawed secret power. Knowing just what things people need but they’re always too expensive for me to buy for them. You only got those ‘cause I’d saved up for them. Glad you liked ‘em. How was your visit to your cousins?”
“Oh, it was fine. I’ll tell you the details later. Anyway, we spent a lot of time just hanging out, the whole family, talking. Plus food, and games -- that’s one of my aunt’s things, she likes family games, like Trivial Pursuit and things like that. We did that for a few hours after dinner. We drove back earlier today. And you?”
“Well, it’s always a competition, who’s the best cook: my mother or her sister? Actually they’re both very good, and when they push themselves to prove who’s better, we get to eat the results. I’m still pretty stuffed. Andrea was ... Andrea. She never changes.”
“Sorry I missed seeing her. Not. But maybe I should meet her just once, just to see if you’ve been exaggerating. So listen, my parents are out now, and I can talk freely. I got a call from Carly, you remember, the New Year’s party? She’s doing it again this year and asked me to come. I thought we might go again, then I had second thoughts.
“I like Carly, and her parties are always kinda fun, but I’m thinking I might not be in the mood to mix with a lot of people right now, especially when I have to go back to school so soon after. I was thinking about us not really having much time together.
“My parents are doing the hotel thing again. They’re going with their friends, staying at this big hotel where they host a huge New Year’s shindig, drink and eat too much, then nurse a hangover in the morning. That’s how they blow off steam. They asked what I was going to do for New Year’s and I mumbled something about Carly’s party, which seemed to be a big relief to them, ‘cause then they wouldn’t have to feel guilty about leaving me alone.
“But perhaps we could use that time to be together before we have to be separated for five months. I could make something for dinner, maybe even open a bottle of champagne -- my dad has some domestic champagne in the basement. We could have our own party. They won’t be back till late the next afternoon. What do you think?”
“I think you’re a genius. There is nothing I would like more. I need to think about logistics, but I’ll work something out. My outlook about the next week has just brightened considerably.”
Her parents would leave midday on the 31st. We left it that I’d let her know when I’d arrive. I still didn’t think that my parents were totally on board with the idea of me doing an overnight with my girlfriend. In some part of her mind, my mother still thought of me as a kid in high school, and there are things you’re not supposed to do when you’re in high school.
I wasn’t sure when I’d be promoted to a college guy in her head, but I didn’t think it had happened yet. So I needed a story to explain my absence.
In the end I took the easiest way out. I told her that Karen and I were again doing Carly’s party, but that this year it had been extended to an all-night-into-the-next-morning-party, because last year a couple of people from the party had gotten in minor accidents afterwards due to too much alcohol.
So this way they could drink as much as they wanted and after breakfast and coffee they’d be sober enough to drive home safely. There were floors and sleeping bags for those who wanted to crash when they’d had enough partying. It would be enough to placate her tendency to worry.
She asked if I’d need the car, but I told her Karen would have her mother’s car and she’d drive us. She told me to have a good time. I was pretty sure that I would.
Waiting for New Year’s Eve was interminable, because Karen would be at the end of the wait. I’d called her when I was free from inquisitive ears and told her the story I’d invented and what time I’d get there. She decided that the tale was actually pretty creative and that I’d make a good criminal if that’s what I wanted to be after college.
When the time actually did arrive -- I’d had to go to the library again and trade in my books for a couple of new ones -- I felt like my whole body was vibrating with anticipation. I packed a change of clothes and toothbrush to lend some verisimilitude to the story for my mother, and wished them a good time at their party, the one they went to every year where my mother invariably drank too much again and swore she wouldn’t do it again next year.
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