Chapter 4

Lynsey slept in the crook of my arm. Her stomach and lower sides of her tits were cracking with my dried cum. I wiped some of that mess off of my stomach. I had felt spent after our second round, but she had wanted another and I had pushed through. Somehow, after the third wash of post-coital sleepiness, I had conked out for some amount of time but now I was awake.

And I was fucking hungry.

Our to-go boxes were sitting next to my computer. Sure, everything had gotten cold, probably had on the walk back from the pub, to be honest. I tried to hug and roll Lynsey off of my arm. She blinked and looked at me, smiling.

“Can’t sleep?” she asked.

“I just wanna bite,” I kissed her forehead. The sweat had dried out of her hair. She tasted salty. “Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t be long,” she said, through a yawn as I eased my arm out from under her. I flexed my fingers as my pinky and middle finger were overwhelmed by pins and needles.

I sat up and crossed my room, sitting naked in my computer chair as I cracked open my potato skins. One bite, one dark frown. There was a microwave and a hotplate at the end of the hall. I boxed it back up and started searching out some jeans. Lynsey’s breath steadied. I tiptoed and walked, in jeans and my bathrobe, as I headed down the hall.

I had no idea how long I had slept. It could’ve been any time between seven, when we had finished our first fuck, and seven in the morning, when the sun would rise. I closed my door quietly. Someone had drawn an X on my whiteboard. I smirked. Yeah, everyone knew I was fucking Lynsey. I was due dozens of high fives.

I may have strutted manfully down the hall. I certainly didn’t appear ridiculous.

Vickie laughed. She was slipping out of the girl’s washroom.

Right, I also needed to pee.

“Night, Jordan,” she said, yawning, turning towards her dorm room.

One look at her butt, she was wearing blue and white plaid pajama pants and a loose blue tank top that barely reached the hem of her pjs. If she stretched, she’d flash her flat belly. Lynsey and Vickie were both petite attractive brunettes, but you wouldn’t confuse one for the other. Lynsey was sharper, with a slimmer figure and perkier tits. Vickie was rounder, maybe a size up on the chest and a bubblier ass.

Lynsey also had brown eyes and Vickie had green. Vickie’s smile always seemed more natural and free. Lynsey’s was more snarky and intimate.

Plus, it was the middle of the night. Her lips were less shiny, her eyes unshadowed, and her ears didn’t sparkle. I hardly ever saw her without a half-dozen studs in rings per ear.

She didn’t need all of that to look pretty. To look hot. To motivate me.

I felt her brain. It was a slow, half-awake lazy turn of about a one. Probably less than Lynsey would’ve needed to say hi to me. I grabbed her brain and started twisting. She stopped. She frowned, looking at me.

“Feel it?” I asked.

“That you’re making me like you?” Vickie said. “Yeah, you don’t have to do that.”

“I know, now. I was kinda blind last semester,” I said.

“You had your girlfriend back home last semester,” she said. “You were blinding yourself. That’s how you coped without cheating.”

“Yeah, well, Lynsey said it doesn’t count as cheating for the next two weeks,” I said. I had to really push her brains at the mention of Lynsey’s name. She frowned, like she was fighting me. But when it came to brains, I was stronger.

“I got potato skins and a burger, wanna bite?” I said, gesturing my head to the end of the hall.

“Where from?”

“The gray brick pub down on Barrington Street. Something House.”

“They any good?”

“Not until I heat them up,” I said. In the heat I cranked Vickie up to six. She easily rushed up to a five. I had to barely even touch her. There was nearly a wall I had to push through to break a six. Her cheeks flushed pink. Her hand instantly went to her hair.

“Don’t do this unless you mean it,” she said. The glimmer in her eyes made it clear that she wanted me to do this. Almost as much as she wanted me to mean it.

I twisted her to an eight. She still resisted but I wasn’t getting tired like I was breaking a six. She absently touched her chest, not discreetly at all, making sure her nipples weren’t poking through her top.

“Jordan!” She hissed, and giggled.

“What?” I said, juggling the boxes in my left hand and taking her hand with my right.

She stared at me with the puppiest of eyes. I almost kissed her right then. Touching a brain and making a woman like me. It was the greatest feeling in the world.

“Just because Lynsey’s OK with it. I’m not. In two weeks time, you can’t drop me. You’ll have to drop her.”

“I don’t want to dump you,” I said.

“And I’m not OK with this weirdass two weeks shit,” Vickie said. I had her up to a ten. She squeezed and rubbed my fingers. She was ready for anything if I told her I wanted it. “If you and I are together, you cannot go back to Lynsey.”

“What if I took you to Lynsey?”

I was pushing hard again, I wasn’t going to let her fall down to a six.

We were both huffing and puffing as we reached the alcove with the microwave. She was floating at a seven.

“Not with Lynsey,” she said, her lips shaking. I leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes but squeaked and pulled away. “Oh my god!”

“So not Lynsey,” I said. I was lying, a little bit. There was a way to make Lynsey and Vickie fit together. I just needed to practice and learn. I had only had these powers for a couple of days. There was going to be a proper solution and they’d be happy.

And I’d be happy.

She slowly opened her eyes.

“What if I took you to Avril’s room?” I asked.

“Oh my god!” Vickie said. “Take me somewhere?”

“Or there’s a bench right there.” I pointed.

She looked and I braced to catch her and prevent a slowdown. She actually blipped upward, brushing a nine, before settling on an eight.

“No, please,” she said.

“We gotta go somewhere though, right?”

“You have a room to yourse--Lynsey’s in there, isn’t she?”

I was still braced for that catch. I actually pushed her up to a nine.

“Paula’s in Lynsey’s room,” I offered. Vickie frowned.

“Not her, she’s ... I don’t know what she is.”

“Your room,” I said. “Ira.”

She laughed in my face. “I know exactly what Ira is. That’s a no.”

“Even if I do a little of this to her?” I said, cranking Vickie up to an eleven. If I went to a twelve, I was committing us to that bench.

Vickie took a deep breath. She laid her hand on her chest and I looked down and admired as she did. Her hair was a mess. Her smile was shaking. Her eyes were closed more often than they were open. She leaned her hip against the counter, uncertain that she could trust her knees to hold her up.

“Maybe if you did that,” Vickie nodded. Her eyes opened and she tried to look angry at me. “Or she may just go after me, did you think about that?”

“A Vickie sandwich with white and brown bread,” I said, smiling.

Vickie amped herself up to a twelve. She immediately punched me.

“That’s not cool.”

“Your brain is saying it’s supercool,” I said. My stomach rumbled. She looked down and descended to a ten.

“You really need to eat,” she said.

“For energy,” I smiled. “And are you gonna send me back to Lynsey with all of that energy?”

“Don’t,” she said, grabbing her heart. Her tits splayed out and pressed against the elasticity of her top. Her left nipple started to poke through. She dropped her hands and flicked me in the nose. “Don’t get me hot for the thought of you going back to that skank.”

“Why don’t you two like each other?”

“Because she’s a bitch,” Vickie said, crossing her arms. “Dammit!” She had felt me grab her brain and arrest it from stopping. “Fine, I’ll wait. Eat. And we’ll figure something out.”

She stomped over to the bench. Slapped her ass down on the pine and crossed her legs as tightly as her arms in front of her tits. “And stop playing with my heart.”

She was slowly twisting up, recovering from her drop to a six. I smiled at her.

“I really think I’m playing with your brain,” I said.

“Except you only do that to make me think with my heart,” she said.

“I was trying to make you think with your cun--”

“I don’t like that word!” she frowned, but her mind was turning up faster. That could’ve been her interrupting me too.

“Your hoo-ha,” I said. She dropped her defensive posture to chuckle behind her hands. She moaned, loudly, stroked out her bed addled hair with her fingers and slouched comfortably against the wall.

She broke a ten when I turned my back on her. When she got a view of my butt.

I had never known known that a girl was checking me out before. I was as happy as I had ever been. I looked down at the food Lynsey ordered.

Lynsey was letting me go wild. Even with Paula, her roommate. She even seemed OK with Dove at the restaurant. OK is the technical word, she wasn’t pleased about it, but she was making concessions.

Just not Vickie.

Although, if Lynsey knew Kitty, I think that would’ve been another hard no.

Lynsey didn’t want me to be with a girl who would love me.

Or maybe it was me with a woman who I would love?

I loaded everything up on one of the plastic plates someone had left in the sink. I hoped they were microwave safe, but the tin foil lining the to-go box was definitely not. It was a big burger, with thick bacon, and I wished I could’ve gotten it off the grill instead of reheated a third of a day later.

The potato skins looked good. They’re potato skins, chunky bits of peel baked and covered with cheese, pulled pork, green onion, and some mix of spices. I’ve heard them called Irish Nachos before. Potatoes sucked reheated, but the pulled pork would be good.

I shut the microwave door and hit the minute button three times. I walked over and sat down next to Vickie.

She was humming between a ten and an eleven. I smiled at her.

“Have you done this before?”

“Microwaved a burger?” she smirked. “No, I’m a total virgin.”

I frowned, wondering if I should show I was happy that was the answer. Or that I was worried that Lynsey and Vickie’s imagined ideas of an adult relationship were what was causing the conflict between their brains. Vickie up, Lynsey down. And vice-versa.

“Like you, I had a boyfriend in high school.”

“Yeah, Sharon. Total boyfriend material.”

She elbowed me to shut me up.

“We broke up when I decided to come to Dal and he stayed local and went to Acadia,” she said. “Long distance doesn’t work.”

“It definitely does not,” I said.

“I’m not a virgin,” she said. “That was a joke about the mess you’re making of your food.”

“OK,” still not knowing what emotion to present about that.

“How you called Sharon and didn’t just hop into bed with Lynsey at Halloween. That’s kinda what attracted me to you.”

“Lynsey at Halloween?” I scoffed. “That wasn’t an option.”

“November was when she started being cold to you,” Vickie pointed out. “She did not take being rejected well. You know she deleted all of the pictures of you from like Frosh Week and everything.”

“I didn’t know she had taken any,” I said.

“Boys are fucking stupid!” She elbowed me and snuggled in close.

“Girls are not the kind of people to tell you straight up what’s going on,” I countered.

“There’s that,” Vickie said, cheek on my shoulder. “You should go back to Lynsey tonight. If you guys break up after this two week thing ends? Come looking for me.”

“I’ve never been really good at getting girls before,” I said. “Sharon was a lucky break, but now I am good. And I know why I’m good at it. I want to practice and get better and really master this ability I’ve learned.”

“You’re gonna break a lot of hearts,” she said.

“If I keep things below a fifteen or so, I don’t think anything will break,” I said.

“I wasn’t talking about whatever you’re doing in my heart,” she said. “It’s not just gonna be sex for someone like me. It’s definitely not for Lynsey. Especially because, after Halloween, she committed herself to saving it for someone she was certain she’d love forever.”

“And that was me?” I said.

“Yeah,” Vickie said. She wasn’t slowing down but she got up after a sidehug squeeze. “I’m going to bed. I don’t want to be the side girl.”

“I don’t want side girls,” that was a straight up lie. “I mean. I don’t want my best girls to be anything but what I really want. It’s not uncommon for powerful men to have multiple ... wives and stuff.”

“Not in this culture,” Vickie said, hand on her hip. “Good night, Jordan.”

I looked up. I saw that she was really struggling with leaving. I could let her go, but I had a plan. A plan that involved a sandwich with two colors of bread. I smiled. I grabbed her brain.

“Fine, I’ll stay!” She was giddy, even before I could start the turn. I cranked her up to that fifteen I was worried about a few minutes ago. She hit me with a tackle, crawling onto my lap, stroking back my hair and kissing me hard. I grabbed her ass. It was bigger than Lynsey’s. I loved the grip I got. We broke for air.

We were both about to say something. I’m sure I would’ve thought of the words after they got out of my mouth.

The microwave beeped.

“You’re gonna need that energy,” Vickie said, panting. She leaned her forehead on mine and looked me in the eye. “If we’re crossing this bridge tonight, we’re burning it afterwards. With a nuke.”

Or, it was my job to master this ability so that there could be a proper bridge between Lynsey and Vickie. I smiled and took the food from the microwave. She waited, sitting next to me as I ate aggressively. I barely tasted the food, not that that was much of a disappointment. It would’ve been great fresh. Besides, I was hungry, but for every shared smile or look with Vickie, I was more impatient than anything else.

I trashed half the food, tossed the morsel she was grazing from between her fingers, and took her by the wrist. She put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me by her room.

“There were a lot of onions and garlic on that,” she said. “Brush your teeth.”

I looked at my room, where my toothbrush was. Where Lynsey was sleeping. I looked at Vickie. She was humming at an eleven, and was nearly as impatient as I was.

“Can I borrow your toothbrush?”

I did not expect that absolute plummet in speed. I had a lot of trouble keeping her going at all. I had her back up to a seven. We both leaned against the frame of her door breathing hard and heavy.

“No,” she answered the question. She pecked my lips. “Be quiet. Don’t wake the dragon.”

With that gesture, our first kiss, I knew there was no stopping us tonight. Even with Ira just inside Vickie’s door. Shit, she was thinking straight now. Ten seemed to be the point at which a girl could only make impulsive choices. I started spinning her up harder. She pouted.

“Just use your own toothbrush,” she said, and giggled, playing eagerly with her hair.

Just don’t think too much about Ira. Avril in the showers had whetted my appetite for threesomes. Actually, I had this appetite for years and years, but now that I had my first taste of meat, I was going to be an apex predator. I grabbed Vickie on the back of the head and moved to kiss her. She just gave me a peck and slapped her hand between our mouths.

“Seriously, brush your teeth,” she said. I nodded, and quietly stalked down the hall to my bedroom. I slipped into my room. Lynsey lay sleeping in my bed, cocooned up in all of my blankets. Her steady breathing never shifted as I turned the flashlight on my phone and walked to my desk where my dental stuff sat in the cup.