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The Talent Agency

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Chapter 3

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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  

I was finally able to free myself from my mother’s interrogation by saying that I had to unpack all the boxes I’d brought home. Which I’d been hoping to put off, but it was easier to do that than be grilled further.

Unpacking didn’t take that long, and I broke down the boxes I’d gotten from the grocery store and tied them up for trash collection later. I wasn’t sure which of my friends were home from school yet, since I didn’t know their finals schedules, but I felt like I needed some down time anyway.

It wasn’t till close to the end of the academic term that I’d discovered the trick of inducing that state of hyper-focus which allowed me to commit the contents of an entire textbook to memory. Well, not word-for-word, of course, but the ideas and the details and how they were all connected. I got an understanding of what the book was trying to say, and was able to recall it for finals. It wasn’t eidetic -- what people like to call photographic -- memory, but it was close enough for me!

Prior to that, it had taken a lot of reading and re-reading to understand the texts, so I’d done almost no recreational reading at all during both semesters, and truthfully I’d missed doing that. So I rummaged around and found a book I’d been meaning to read and took it out to the backyard and read in one of the lounge chairs till I fell asleep.

I woke when my mother called me in for dinner. She had spent the better part of the day, I expect, cooking. She was a good cook, but didn’t always have time to do the more complex meals. But food for her was also kind of a reward mechanism, to remind us what we would be missing should we leave home. As I had done.

True, it was because I’d gone off to college, but to her it was still abandonment of a kind, and she wanted to remind me of that. So dinner was all my favorite foods. Way more than I was comfortable eating, but I made sure to try a little of each and to tell her how good it was. And as soon as I did, she felt she had made her point.

My sister joined us after having spent the afternoon with her girlfriends. She still had some weeks of school left, but she was already on summer vacation in her mind. For whatever reason, she didn’t enjoy certain school subjects as I had. Rather, it was a chore for her which she completed grudgingly. School was more of a social environment for her.

True, I didn’t like some of the classes I’d had to take, but at least I understood that I had to get through them. And a few of them I’d really enjoyed, especially the math classes. But Mindy was a people person, that’s what she liked.

Thus her questions about college, which she grilled me about over dinner, were about the social aspects, the parties, the clubs and bars we went to, who I hung out with, and the like. I hoped that she’d start to focus a bit more on learning, or life was going to teach her a very hard lesson when she finally finished school, whether it was high school or college if she could be talked into it.

Over Christmas vacation, I’d left her a few “suggestions” via linkcasting that I’d hoped would make her more receptive to learning, the first time I’d tried that on a member of my family. I’d have to poke into that a bit more in the next few days to see if they’d had any lasting effect.

So my answers emphasized how little time I’d had to socialize because the classes were so intense. She looked disappointed.

After the dishes were done, I took my book upstairs and read. Every so often, a voice in the back of my head would start to whisper that I should be making plans for what I was going to do with my summer.

I never heard this voice until I met Karen, who had learned early on how to utilize her time most effectively, even during vacation. I had apparently caught it from her, and now it was nattering about doing something useful with my time. I should find a job, it said, at minimum so I’d have some money to spend come the new school year.

It wasn’t entirely wrong, but I felt I’d earned some lazy days after all the work I’d put in over the last nine months. But it had set my unconscious to the task of listing possible uses of my time. I went back to my book.

And so the next couple of days went, putting stuff away, doing some reading, mostly just being lazy. I justified it by saying I deserved a little down time. But the voice kept whispering every so often, making me a bit guilty.

I was awakened from a nap -- I had dozed off while reading a spy novel -- by my mother calling me to the phone. I was still groggy when I picked it up and said hello.

“So. Sleeping on the job? You don’t get enough sleep at night?”

“Karen! You’re back! How was the trip?”

“Oh, it was fine, nothing worth mentioning. I got in a couple of hours ago. I’ve got everything mostly unpacked and put away, so I can relax a bit. It’s nice to hear your voice.”

“Not as nice as it is to hear yours. I missed you. I’ve missed hearing your voice. I think I told you that over Christmas break.”

“Yeah, it came up. I said much the same thing. But now we’ve got most of the summer and we can catch up. You want to come over for dinner tonight?”

“Try to keep me away. What time?”

“Seven-ish should work. My dad’s already said he’ll be grilling. He couldn’t do it much while I was away because he always winds up cooking too much with just him and my mom. So my coming home is just an excuse to get back to the grill.”

“Y’know, I just realized that I kinda missed his cooking while I was at college. Don’t tell him, though, it’ll just give him a big head.”

She laughed. “Okay, see you tonight.”

I hung up and I realized that I was still smiling. It was true; I had missed her voice, and when I heard it I felt like we were again bouncing ideas and opinions off each other. That’s what I had really missed, I decided.

The day was looking decidedly better. I told my mother I’d be eating over there tonight and she again reminded me to ask Karen to drop by when she got a chance so they could catch up. Without my asking, she said I could use the car.

I was still scratching my head about this connection she had developed with Karen. Was my mother still fishing for information about our relationship, or had she really developed some kind of friendship with Karen? I was still undecided. I was leaning toward the latter, but I was still on the fence.

I determined that a shower was in order, and found some clean clothes that looked presentable. I read my book until it was time to leave.

Parking outside her house, I stepped out and locked the car behind me. As I walked up the front walk, I remembered the last time I’d been here, New Year’s Eve. I had carried that memory with me all semester, the New Year’s party at Carlie’s, and Karen and I making love in her own bed afterwards. It had been extraordinary, and made the farewell all the more difficult because I knew we wouldn’t see each other again till...

Well, till right now. Five months later. I could feel myself smiling again as I neared the door.

She must have heard me drive up, because the door opened before I’d finished climbing the steps. She was grinning at me and I felt my heart leap. I stepped through the door and pulled her into an embrace, while she wrapped her arms around me. We stood there for a minute, just feeling ourselves close again.

I pushed us apart just far enough that I could get my lips onto hers. I’m not sure how long we stood there like that, but we finally stepped back to arm’s length.

“Consider that a down payment on a long-standing debt,” I told her.

“I’ll mark it down in the ledger. I’ll want to make sure we keep the debt up to date. You look ... different somehow. I’m not sure what it is. You can’t have changed that much in a few months. I’ll think about it.

“Anyway, c’mon in. I’m sure my parents have got lots of questions. So do I, for that matter. Dinner must be almost ready . You hungry?”

 
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