Chapter 2

Classes made me miserable. I had never liked school, but I had been able to focus my mind to make it through the hours before. There were a hundred and thirtyish people in the class. So many brains, tilting, spinning, stopping. And those were just the females. I stared blankly at the blank page of notes I wasn’t taking. Class was dismissed. I wouldn’t have noticed if people weren’t getting up and heading out.

I was hoping for relief but the halls were even more full. I put my head down, pushed forward. I ignored the gasps and grumbles that spread out behind me like the wake of a ship. I crossed through the student union and jogged down University. I needed to clear my head. To make it back to my dorm room.

Lynsey would be there! Vickie! Avril! And not just there! I really need to thank Kitty and ... Oh, Dove ... If Fox is gonna kill me for fucking his sister I should make it the one he’ll get less mad about, right? But first the dorms. Vickie! And Lynsey! They’re roommates too!

Scatterbrained idiot! I need to make a list of all the girls I’m gonna--

“Oh woo!”

“Stop staring at the young boys, Agatha.”

I zigzagged around old women who followed me the way my eyes followed basically every girl I had ever known. I walked taller, but I pulled back my reach. I had been spinning up every brain I could reach like I was hitting mailboxes out of a car window.

Just getting into the dorm eased the pressure off my mind. A pressure that ebbed and flowed with crowds. Outside hadn’t been as oppressive as the lecture hall. That was good, imagine if my brain powers wrapped the entire planet.

I could be the greatest supervillain ever!

I could imagine no ways to use my powers for good. It was time to use them for awesome.

I turned left off the elevator. I had Lynsey. It was time for Vickie. “Hey, Vickie!”

I slid into the open door of her room. Face to face with Ira Ramamurthy, Vickie’s roommate. I ratcheted up the smile.

“Vickie kinda hates you right now,” Ira said, not looking up from the tablet in her hands. She sat in the lotus position. The shape of her body, which I had familiarized myself with well, was hidden under an oversized hoodie sweater. Her legs were bare, her dark painted toenails wiggled oddly. She was hot, in a more in-your-face-hotness to Vickie’s girl-next-door-cuteness. Ira’s thick black hair framed attractive lips and large dark eyes.

Her brain spun at a lazy boring pace. I instantly grabbed it and started it spinning. She looked up, and for the first time met my eyes.

“Hey!” I said. “You look--”

The plates in her head wibbled and wobbled. She hopped up, tablet in her left hand, and shoved the door closed in my face.

I’ll get you next time! I laughed to myself. A second round with Lynsey would still be awesome. Or I could find Avril? Nah, she was never around this time of day. Unless she was on duty?

It wasn’t Thursday. She wasn’t.

I strode back down the length of the hall. The little flickers of brains buzzed out through open doors, or that one guy I passed in the hall, was totally manageable. But, if I didn’t figure things out, I don’t think I could go to a concert again, or even a first weekend showing of a Marvel movie.

If you want to survive poison: little doses.

I rushed to Lynsey’s room. The door was closed. I turned around to my room, tossed in my parka and kicked off my boots. I rushed back around and knocked on her door. I tried to flatten my hair madly, nervously. I had to do something with my hands.

“Hey!” Paula opened the door. She was tall, skinny, pale, and darkly redheaded. Her greenish eyes always looked a little stoned. She smirked with a small mouth and displaced her uneven spatter of freckles. “Oh my god! Hi Jordan!”

“Hey!” I said, brightly. Getting her plates spinning was easy-peasy. I could tell Lynsey wasn’t home, no brain to feel, but I still chicken-headed to look around Paula’s shoulders.

“You have no idea how much I love you right now! Lynsey needed that lay so much! She’s been perky all night!” Paula said. “Oh, shit!” She looked out into the hallway, up and down. “Hi Mark!” waved, grabbed me by the throat and dragged me inside. She shut the door hard.

Focus, total focus on the one brain ahead of me. I pushed it to spin. She licked her lips. I smiled. I looked down to her feet and back up to her boobs. She was still wearing her school clothes, jeans and t-shirt under an open zip up hoodie. Her boobs were kinda small, her legs were very long. She reached forward, grabbed my nose, and lifted my eyes to hers.

“I was looking at your boobs,” I said.

Her brain tried to slow down but I grabbed and spun hard. Her whole face lit up like the west coast during fire season. She pulled my nose back down and made sure I took another good look.

“You’re dating Lynsey now?” Paula said, walking back to her desk and falling into the chair. I walked over and sat down on her bed. She frowned. I spun her brain faster. She hopped out of the chair and bounced on the bed springs next to me.

“We’re fucking,” I said. “Dating can come or go in a bit.”

“Yeah?” Paula said. “I’ve never done the casual sex thing.”

“Did you want the primer? I give lessons,” I said, making sure to really get her plates spinning. I was aiming to get her up to a seven, but expected more resistance and she bolted up to a nine. She took much much more mental strain than Lynsey to get going from one to five. After that was like the brake pads had disintegrated. A little touch and she was breathing heavier and spreading her knees further apart.

“I don’t wanna steal Lynsey’s boyfriend,” she said.

“Neither do I,” I said. “If she comes home, we can maybe do a three-way.”

It was all I could do to keep Paula’s mind spinning. In fact, she dropped down to a two, before I could react. I felt sweat gathering on my neck as I reasserted the smile on her confused face.

“A girl-girl-boy threesome is something I wanna do before I graduate, but with Lynsey?” Paula’s face contorted nervously. “No, I think I’d rather if you and me shared a guy, y’know? Another girl and it’d be more of a relay race than a team sport.” Paula’s eyelids were getting heavy and her throat shook as she nervously giggled. She leaned in closer to me, and her face turned from desirous to worried. “You look flushed. You’re not still sick are you?” She reached out and laid the back of her hand on my forehead. “You’re a little hot.”

“You’re a tall hot,” I said. “Are you flexible?”

“A little bit?” she answered confused.

“Let’s have a quick fuck,” I said. “Maybe it’ll clear things up for me.”

“I, um...” Spinning up her brain was staining the back of my shirt with sweat. All of the sudden her brain felt twenty times heavier.

“It’s a bad day for me,” she said, biting her lip. “I don’t mind giving head, I guess.”

“That ... sounds ... great...” I said, through clenched teeth. Then it was like pushing hard on a newly unlocked door as she had pulled it inward. I didn’t go flying, it wasn’t that kind of momentum, but I don’t think I had ever sighed quite so powerfully before. Paula put a hand over her heart and moaned. Her eyelids fluttered madly.

I hopped off of her bed and stepped on the back of my socks as I quickly unbuckled, unzipped, and unbuttoned.

“I’d rather swallow than you come on my face,” Paula said. “Oh, and um, that doesn’t mean don’t warn me when you’re gonna. You want another one, you gotta be nice to me.”

“That’s all I want: to be nice,” I said, pushing down my boxers and wagging my freed erection at her as I stood up.

“Sweet, first thing’s first.” She was piling up her hair and bangs out of her face with both hands, she nodded towards her desk. “Grab me an elastic. Top drawer.”

I stared at her.

“What?”

“I thought we were being nice.”

“I’m gonna suck your dick,” she said. “That’s pretty nice.”

“Yes, I’d like that. Please.”

“Oh, get me an elastic! Please!”

I leaned down and kissed her. She froze, though it was just a little peck on the lips. I timed it with the next spin of her brain. She murmured around a goofy grin. I had her up to eleven now. She was basically my kept woman. I pulled open the drawer and grabbed her a yellow hair elastic.

“Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome,” I said, smiling as she pulled her hair almost all of the way through the elastic, creating a thick loop on the back of her neck. She swung herself up on the bed, crossed her wrists under her tits and arched up so that her nose was just over my dick. I stepped forward.

“Nuh uh uh,” she said, with a tilted smile.

“Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” She reached out with her left hand to steady my cock. I shimmied forward to press the tip against her still closed lips.

She started with lots of kisses. Little pecks like I had slipped onto her lips a minute ago. She cradled my cock on the heel of her left palm and ran the crook of her nose down the side of my dick.

“You said,” she looked up through the few strands of her bangs that still fell over her face, “that sex came first and then dating. Because, I’d love to do the dating thing too.”

Her tongue was coming out now, slithering along the side of my dick as her mouth slipped up from my balls towards the head.

“Um ... like two girlfriends?” I had all but let go of her brain.

“Not if it’s Lynsey,” Paula said, but her mind ratcheted up. “I know a few people I could ask though.”

“Are they hot?”

“Oh, right...” Paula said, her answer disappearing as she glommed over the head of my cock. Her tongue circuited around her mouth. She had her lips folded over her teeth. It was nice and warm. I slipped my hands into her hair. I popped from her lips with a wet splash.

“Do you think Marie Stone’s hot?” Paula said, grumpily. Then she smiled, evilly. “Oh, wait ... I think she’s ... Fuck, Fox’s your buddy!” Paula giggled and said. “First Fox and then you, Jordan. All of the hopeless guys are stepping up.”

Her brain spun up to a thirteen on its own. All of her plates steadied and she was laser focused on me now. I could feel her lips pulling to the sides as she took me into her mouth, smiling again. She chicken-headed, bobbing up and down, hardly taking more than the bulb of my cockhead into her mouth. I tightened my fingers. She came off my cock again.

“Don’t throat fuck me,” she said. “Plea...” But she cut the word off. “Don’t throat fuck me.” She winked, kissed my cockhead, slathering her tongue out of her lips and loudly dragging me into her mouth once again.

She hummed and eased me back into her mouth.

She hadn’t said “Please.” My knuckles tightened in her hair. She flashed her green eyes up at me. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head to see that high. She wiggled her butt on her bed. I smiled, and pushed forward. Until now, I had barely entered her mouth. I inched, twice, deeper inside. She gasped and spat. I slid my hand down her back, impishly unhooked her bra, and slid down all the way to reach for her ass.

She was tall, skinny, and slender, but I got a warm fulfilling handful of buttcheek. She moaned, trying to bring her head further down my dick. I felt the tightness at the back of her throat. Her muscles quaked and clenched, pushing me backwards as she tried to move forwards. She was doing her best and my mind was a total twisted mess of desires and glee.

“Well fuck you because he picked me!”

Paula and I tried to turn our heads to the closed door at Lynsey’s voice. It was easier for me. She got a bulged out cheek like a gluttonous squirrel. But I couldn’t pull back, my fingers were more knotted in her hair than I had expected they could be. The door flung inwards. There was no hiding.

Vickie cackled in justice-giggles.

“He’s all yours, Lyns!” Vickie bolted. I grabbed for their brains, and realized Paula’s was screeching to a halt at once. Vickie was gone. Lynsey just stood there, eyes wide at me in confusion and disbelief.

I felt bad.

I had to make it right.

That’s what this was for.

Paula spun right back up. She smirked around my cock. I grabbed Lynsey’s brain and pushed it hard. It had to go the opposite way of Paula. There was a clash, and I couldn’t wholly let go of Paula’s mind to get Lynsey going. I got them both to a six. Enough to start giving into their libidos.

Lynsey squeaked in nervous surprise. She looked left, then back right.

She spun herself up to an eight. The color came back to her cheeks and the height to her spine. She cast her best smuggest smile down the hallway and walked in.

“You’re supposed to mark the whiteboard when you’re not alone in here,” Lynsey said.

Paula slurped loudly. She was knocking her head around.

“Jawdun! Jawdun!” Paula’s tongue flapped against my cock in her mouth.

“My ring finger’s tangled, give me a sec,” I said. I had to let go of my checks on their brains as I untied my fingers. Lynsey put a red X on the whiteboard before shutting and locking her door.

“I don’t know if we need to do that with both of us inside,” Paula said, as my cock wetly left her lips.

“It’ll piss off Vickie,” Lynsey said, not quite getting herself up to a nine. I pushed Paula, who turned right, clockwise, to Lynsey’s left. I still managed to slow Lynsey down doing so. Both were about a seven.

I stood there with my cock out. It wasn’t wilting. That’d be hard with Paula’s breath still on it. She had tucked both her hands under her tits. When had she done that? After I was finally in her mouth. Lynsey looked over.

Threesome? I didn’t manage to say.

Lynsey licked her lips.

“We’re not having sex,” Paula said. “Today’s not safe for me.”

“Oh, well, I can finish him off then,” Lynsey said. Her eyes were dark when they met Paula’s. “And we can sort out what’s OK with my boyfriend later.”

We had specifically said we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend just last night. I had my powers to try out and I didn’t want to hurt her.

“Um, Lynsey, we said ... Otherwise, I wouldn’t’ve...”

“You said, you needed to work out some stuff because of what’s-her-name from high school,” Lynsey was slowing down. I still had my dick raring to go! It wasn’t fair! I wasn’t fair. Still, I could think better and be kinder if I got rid of the erection.

“Right, and may we continue?”

“Um...” Paula looked up at me. She did reach out and pick up my cock. “Not a threeway, Lynsey.”

“No! Ew!” Lynsey grimaced and flumped down on her bed to start pulling off her boots. “But ... Can I watch?”

“Like before,” Paula said. “You weren’t too rough, but if you start showing off for her, I won’t be able to keep up.”

I nodded, my focus too much on their brains to form words well.

Paula slipped her hand back under her tit and sucked my cock into her mouth.

“Oh my god! Oh my god!” Lynsey gasped. I rocked hard into Paula’s mouth. Her eyes went wide and she glared up at me as tears swelled in her ducts. I grabbed Lynsey’s hand, she had wrapped it around my waist when she had rushed forward and slammed into my back. “Holy shit!”

“First blowjob you’re seeing?” I asked. I leaned down and kissed her. She looked pissed and hurt before our lips touched. My fingers tightened into Paula’s hair. Paula moaned but she had control of my cock. I deepened the kiss with Lynsey and broke it. Lynsey smiled happily. She leaned her cheek on my arm as we both turned our attention to Paula.

“She’s kinda a whore,” Lynsey said.

Paula’s plates slowed. I tried to start them up again, really putting the spin into them. It was like, I was just sending out a tornado, trying to spin all of the brains around me in the same direction. Lynsey dropped to a four, Paula slurped loudly announcing her nine. I grabbed Lynsey’s hand and squeezed her fingers. I kept her from dropping all of the way away.

“Get it out of your system,” she kissed my cheek. She went over to her bed, grabbed a pair of headphones off the charger on her desk, and unblacked her phone.