Chapter 2

I’m unsure how long I sat there in the dark, alone, freaking out. After the glow of the most amazing blowjob I’d ever experienced had worn off, all that was left was the consequences, bouncing around inside my skull.

I had used my abilities on purpose to basically rape my housemate, my friend.

The situation had gotten away from me true, but in the end I had decided to do it. For the first time I couldn’t tell myself that I hadn’t meant for it to happen. I’d have to move. Shit, what if Alexis told Ben? I liked them both, they were good together. What if I had the breakup of their family on my conscious?

My thoughts had basically receded into a sense of inarticulate worry by the time morning arrived. I was still sitting on the couch when Alexis came out of her room.

She froze when she saw me sitting there, her face blank and expressionless. She made an abortive movement, as though she was about to turn and run back into her room. Instead, she walked slowly into the kitchen. With her back to me she softly spoke.

“Would you like some coffee?”

I made a noise of agreement, completely nonplussed. As I watched this married woman, who had had my cock in her mouth just a few hours earlier, make coffee for the two of us I just couldn’t work it out.

My ability didn’t work like this.

After it had worn off, they went back to normal. I had never had someone try to act like something hadn’t happened before. Could this be because I had used it on purpose? Was there some other factor I was missing?

Alexis brought two mugs of coffee to the kitchen table and sat, placing the other mug across from her. After a moment I got up and slowly sat down at the table. Even though we were facing each other she wouldn’t meet my eyes, focusing on the steaming drink she held in her hands.

I didn’t know what exactly was going on, so I didn’t say anything, sitting in silence. After a moment Alexis spoke.

“That...” She took a shuddering breath. “That shouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”

If I hadn’t already been sitting, I would have fallen down in shock. She was sorry? What in hell was going on?

“It wasn’t fair.” Alexis continued. “I shouldn’t have started that.” Tears started making tracks down her cheeks. “God, I’m such a horrible person!”

“Alexis, I...” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to do something, anything, to make her feel better. But I couldn’t.

“I spend all night flirting and drinking with you - what did I think was going to happen?” She was beginning to cry in earnest now, silent sobs that made her shoulders shake. “As soon as I started feeling something for you I should have kept my distance. But what did I do instead? Get you drunk and jump you!”

Alexis ... liked me? This was totally flooring me. A lifetime of avoiding and never getting a chance to ever experience a relationship for myself was taking it’s toll.

“You’re always so intense.” Alexis said. “You watch everything around you so carefully. When I talk to you I can feel your attention on me like an almost physical sensation.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It’s so ... good. To be looked at that way.”

I guessed Alexis was referring to how I tried to be alert for any red flags of my ability escaping my control. I had never been told what it was like to talk to me. I’d been told numerous times that I needed to loosen up, to relax. But not this before.

“And then last night. God, I haven’t been touched like that forever! I had almost forgotten what it was like to be wanted.”

“You haven’t had sex... ?” I blurted out. Not articulate I know, but I was dealing with a lot of information here.

“Not since I started showing.” Alexis said dismissively. “Ben’s barely touched me in weeks. But you.” Alexis lifted her eyes to meet mine for the first time that morning. “I’ve never cum like that before. I would have let you do anything you wanted to me last night. And that scares me. But looking at you now, all I can think of is climbing across the table into your lap. What is wrong with me?”

The moment Alexis had looked at me, I knew. She was still under the influence of my ability. Not strongly, she didn’t have the all-consuming need to fuck me ... but it was there. This had never happened before. I knew that I hadn’t used it this morning, and that meant it was still in effect from last night. What I didn’t know was whether or not it was because I had used it consciously for the first time in my life, or if it was because she already had feelings for me.

I had never been able to get close enough to someone for feelings to develop. My ability had always triggered well before that. Maybe the fact that Alexis could see us hooking up as a possibility, that she didn’t have to try and explain a random sexual encounter, made the difference.

Whatever the reason, the situation in front of me as that Alexis was sitting across from me, crying over the fact that she had cheated on her husband, and yet still dealing with her current state of arousal. It must have been doing her head in, the conflict inside of her.

“I’m sorry as well Alexis.” I said simply. Whatever she thought, it was completely my fault. And it was something I could never explain to her. “What do you want to do?”

“I - I don’t know.” She sniffled after a moment. “Can we pretend this all never happened? Do you think you could do that?”

I felt wracked with guilt as I looked at this woman who I liked, and admired. At what I had done to her. I felt cowardly as well, letting her think it was all somehow her fault. Whatever she felt for me, I doubt anything would have happened between us if I hadn’t decided in that moment that I wanted her.

A dark part of me, that I was trying very hard not to listen to was revelling in what I had learnt this morning. It wanted to experiment, to find out more. It wanted to push Alexis across the table, spread her lovely legs and thrust my cock deep within her core. It wanted to hear her whimper with desire again.

I got up and walked around to Alexis, standing above her. She stayed very still, facing down. I placed a hand on her shoulder. She was trembling like a baby deer, frozen in place. I could take her right here and she would thank me for it.

I pressed my lips gently on the crown of her head and said softly. “Of course Alexis. It never happened.”

I let go of her shoulder and walked away from her. Trying to ignore the soft, yielding moan she had made when I had uttered her name.

We spent the rest of the week until Ben got back ghosting carefully around each other. I don’t think we exchanged ten words all up. Alexis was being very careful to avoid being alone with me. Every time I walked into a room it seemed like she was just leaving.

It awoke something inside of me, this avoidance and fleeing of my presence. Ever since I had used my ability on purpose it seemed like I was being tempted to use it every day. As if making that decision had opened a door within my subconscious. I found that I was watching Alexis with a predatory gaze. She had gone back to wearing baggy and shapeless clothing. But I now knew what was concealed beneath them. As she hurried away from me, I found myself running my eyes over her body, picturing her in various states of undress.

Strangely, all this focus on Alexis and my fantasising was not triggering my ability at all. If nothing else, this fact kept me from acting. My entire life had been spent in fear of losing control. Actively lusting after a woman with nothing happening? I was enjoying the sheer novelty of it.

I had no idea if this would last. The feel of my ability had changed completely. It used to feel like a raging torrent, barely contained by the leaky sea-wall of my will. It now felt like a cavernously deep, but calm pool - lapping gently at the edges of my mind. Insistent, but no longer overpowering.

After Ben came back with the baby, life began settling back to almost normal. It took a few weeks, but Alexis started relaxing around me. She joked and talked almost like before, although she still made sure to avoid being alone with me.

Ben gave us both a few speculative glances, but that was all that came from it. It actually worked in my favour, that I had always been so reserved, so on guard. Things had seemed to blow over and I settled back into everyday life. I still eyed Alexis sometimes, lost in the possibilities, but I kept myself in check. We sometimes locked eyes, and a deep blush would build in her cheeks, but that was the extent of it. My life outside of home became easier and more relaxed as well. Without the constant fear of triggering my ability I was able to check woman out for the first time in ... well, forever really. I felt like a teenager discovering girls for the first time.

On a few occasions I felt my control slip ever so slightly, the barest hint of power slipping out; but nothing came of it. The girl in question would turn, give me an intense look or two, but that was it.

I wasn’t quite up to experimenting yet; the possibilities fed and excited the newly wakened darker side of my personality. I was wary of giving it any more stimulation. For the moment at least.

My first real experiment came about, somewhat ironically, because of something Ben said. He mentioned that I should try online dating since I wasn’t the going out type. His concern about my private life made me feel a little guilty, especially with the way Alexis was studiously not paying attention to our conversation.

I nearly disregarded the notion until I realised it would be a perfect opportunity - a blind date with someone that I never had to see again, in an environment and situation where sex would not be unexpected. It was as close to the same parameters of my encounter with Alexis as I was likely to get.

I took my time making my profile. I admit I exaggerated a few things about myself - I wanted to generate interest after all. In the end I spent more time than I needed going through all the profile matches before settling on someone. Because it felt as though I could have whoever I ended up picking, it made me feel inordinately powerful.

After a few days I felt like I had narrowed it down to a girl named Tina. I had spent a few nights chatting to her online, and we had hit it off well enough that she gave me her number. We moved to talking on the phone, and we arranged a date to meet in person.

She seemed perfect for this experiment. Tina lived in an apartment in the city by herself. The bar that she suggested we meet at was chosen because it was within walking distance for her. And, if this all went the way I planned, it was within walking distance for me as well.

Tina was twenty years old, and quite cute from her profile pictures. She was slim, with at least a c-cup chest. She was lightly tanned, with pale blue eyes, a pert nose, with mid length brown hair.

I got some gentle ribbing from Ben the night of the date; Alexis was pretty quiet. I was somewhat nervous on my way in to the city; this was a huge deal for me. This wasn’t a spur of the moment decision. This was a calculated plan to influence someone, to control them. Morally I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It seemed like a slippery slope to corruption, but no matter how I felt about it, I didn’t think I could turn back.