Chapter 1

Suddenly, I was back. Somehow, I was still sitting in my chair at the bar across from my two “guests.” The past two weeks had seemed so vivid and real that it was quite jarring to suddenly shift from being in bed with a beautiful woman to being in a noisy bar. The two seated across from me were both smiling and the male was clapping his hands.

“Oh, bravo!” The man who had introduced himself as Ernest shouted while all of the bar’s other patrons ignored him, well except for the unbelievably beautiful woman next to him.

“Yes, well done” the woman who was supposedly Amy said. I had trouble believing those were their true names due to the past two weeks I thought I had lived.

It was the weekend after finals in my second year at college and I was planning on a few beers with friends at a local bar that was lax about checking ID’s. I was on an early flight out in the morning and so was taking it easy. Out of the blue the pair across from me had sat at our table while all of my friends wandered over to the small dance floor at the same time.

Amy and Ernest introduced themselves and told me of a little contest they played occasionally with “mortals.” That alone was creepy and enough to confuse me. When I found I couldn’t rise from my seat it just about scared the crap out of me. Their description of the contest wasn’t long, the gist of it was that I was going to live the life of a rich playboy with a penthouse apartment in New York City for two weeks. I was also going to be “gods gift to women” which made them giggle to say.

The trick and contest was, I would be rewarded depending on how many women I had intercourse with in an inverse fashion. The more women, the smaller the reward and at some number, which they didn’t specify, it would change from a reward into an escalating penalty. I had just lived those two weeks in a way that seemed totally real except I was back here, in the bar, as if no time had passed at all.

Amy reached across the table to grasp one of my slightly shaking hands and said, “you gave so many beautiful orgasms to your partners, it was lovely to see.”

“I still can’t believe that you kept it in your pants on the whole time either” Ernest added. “I think that you’re the first we’ve played this game with that finished with a score of zero.”

“There was that monk a couple hundred years ago” Amy offered.

“Oh, yeah. He was just about asexual though; not so lusty he was bursting in his pants like young Robin here.”

“True.” Amy refocused on me and brought her other hand across so that one hand was holding mine with my palm facing the table as she patted the back of my hand slowly. “As for your reward” she trailed off and pursed her lips in thought. They were the most incredible lips I had ever seen to that point in my life. Full and pink with a glossy sheen that I was sure tasted of strawberries or cherries or something and I desperately wanted to find out.

“Reciprocity” Ernest said and when Amy nodded, he turned to me and continued. “Here’s how it’s going to work. When you find a woman attractive, when you enjoy looking at a woman, they’re going to enjoy having you look.”

Amy picked up the thread, “more than that, if you would enjoy looking at a woman in a certain style or whatever she’s going to want to wear that style around you. That’s not everything, your reward will apply to touch as well. If you enjoy touching a woman, she will enjoy that touch as well.”

“Which means that when you pop, she will as well” Ernest all but giggled.

I looked back at the pair of them trying to control my expression. This “reward” sounded like it would be great at first and horrendous over time. After the past two weeks illusory weeks I had experienced I had no doubt they could do what they were saying and I didn’t want them to choose to make it worse. The fact that they were deciding on a “reward” now instead of having one set made me think that it all depended on how much they liked me. Unfortunately, it seemed they picked up on how I was feeling and called me on it.

“I can tell you’re unhappy and this is supposed to be a reward, tell me what your problem with it is” Amy prodded.

“Don’t worry, she won’t turn you into a spider like Ath, er, Ashley would.”

Now, I had read enough Greek mythology to recognize a reference to Arachne and Athena. It wasn’t hard to link two other Greek divinities to my present situation who had names beginning with “A” and “E.” I was all but certain this whole thing would end in tears, for me, but I had no choice but to relent under their gaze.

“I find a lot of women attractive” I started. “Something like this is going to affect all of them, some of whom are guaranteed to already be in a relationship or the like. I really dislike the idea of harming potentially hundreds of women just because I think they’re pretty. That’s one, additionally, I don’t want to be harmed when the significant others of those women come calling. The way you set it up, just about anyone who I fancy in the slightest and that spends any significant length of time is going to end up wanting me. After the last two weeks where I “lived” that experience it sounds altogether horrifying.”

Amy and Ernest were back to looking at each other while communicating in a way I couldn’t sense. This time it was Amy that broke their silence with, “trigger.”

Ernest expounded on that one word, “there will be a trigger to prevent that from happening. Your sexual fluids deposited twice, once orally and once vaginally will be required to affect someone. That way it will only be women you are already intimate with.”

Amy made a small hum then said, “saliva too. As we’ve seen, Robin is quite accomplished at using his mouth and tongue as sexual organs.” She smiled at me and finally released my hand. “As you’re not going to charm as many women we will add a bit more, some for you and some for them but you’ll have to find out how that works on later.” Amy’s smile was playful and seemed filled with anticipation.

Without conscious thought I found myself standing and giving Amy a hug while she kissed my cheek. Ernest followed with a hearty handshake and then they were gone and I was alone at the table. Within seconds, my friends had returned from the dance floor but I was a million miles away. I quickly excused myself and headed back to the dorms for one more night.

Most of my stuff was already in storage at the university. I paid the school a small fee to store things over the summer but as I was going to be back in the dorms again in the fall it was cheaper and easier than trying to get everything home for three months or rent space from a self-storage. I had one suitcase of clothes I was taking home as well as my backpack that I was using as a carryon. I got ready for bed then stripped and lay down. Sleep was a long time coming that night.

My sister, Kelly, was there to pick me up at the airport when I arrived. Why our parents picked two androgynous names for their offspring I never understood. I wasn’t quite a boy named sue or anything but it was decidedly different. Kelly had just graduated from high school and would soon be joining me at the same university I attended. Mom and dad were both alumni, having met each other while attending that same university. A generous donation by mom’s grandparents resulted in one of the dorms still carrying her maiden name and it was a given that both Kelly and I would attend there as well.

Kelly was a prime example of why I was concerned about my “reward.” I thought she was gorgeous. We both shared the same black hair although on her it was wavy and sensual and on me it was just a mess. I had brown eyes like mom but Kelly got dad’s grey ones. Our parents required us to participate in a sport while growing up and I had picked swimming as I didn’t play well with others. I had been mediocre, possibly due to my lack of real effort, but Kelly was all state in her sport and looked like an athlete.

She chose volleyball early and stuck with it. As we grew it turned out that she had the height for it. I felt like I was tall at 6’2” but Kelly definitely was tall as she was only three inches shorter than I was. She was athletic and her shorts and t-shirt displayed toned arms and legs. She wasn’t the curviest of women but easily filled out said shirt and shorts. I was still out of sorts because of the night before and noticed that I enjoyed our long hug of greeting a bit too much and was glad there was none of the impending voodoo behind it.

It was late afternoon when we arrived home, pulling in just behind mom and dad, Veronica and Daniel, as they returned from work. Dad was an optometrist with his own office while mom was his office manager so they frequently carpooled to work. Hugs and handshakes followed as we moved into the house. I tossed my bags into my room which looked just as I had left it in the fall but smelled freshly cleaned. A quick shower to wash off the travel and I was back out in the dining room for an early dinner.

Conversation was easy and fun. My sister was only two years younger than I was and other than a few short years when puberty was worst, we got along just fine while growing up. I loved my parents but I also liked them a lot. I was still young but they were starting to feel like good friends as well as authority figures. They were people I would enjoy having a beer with at the bar. We spoke of the previous school year as well as the next and how Kelly and I would deal with being at the same school once again. Kelly was adamant that I let her handle her own problems and not smack “stupid boys” around like I had my senior year of High School.

The significance of the most noteworthy part of the dinner passed me by that evening. Kelly said something incredibly funny that I no longer remember. She had also timed it just as I was taking a sip from my glass of water. Cue classic spit take and merriment all around. Kelly then said something that I do remember, “ewwww! It got in my mouth!”

After dinner Kelly was picked up by her best friend, Samantha, as they were off to a party. It was Friday night but my parents worked on Saturdays, taking their “weekend” on Sunday and Monday so they were off to bed. I tried to copy them as I was worn out after all that time in airports as well as flying, security, and all that crap. Instead of falling asleep, I became lost in the memories of the two weeks I “lived” in New York.

I remembered how eager those fantasy women were along with how blazingly hot they looked. There were all types from short to tall, blond to brunet, and everything in between. There were classy women and those who looked just a touch cheap but they were all wet, ready, and tasted incredible. I had a thing for responsive women and every single one that I went down on went off like a rocket.

Thinking about it, that’s probably part of why I was able to keep from sliding my dick into any one of those welcoming women. I wiped them out with multiple orgasms orally and then left them laying there looking all glorious, spread on the bed. If they still had any energy left and pulled me back towards bed I probably would have been lost.

Thinking about all that had the predictable effect and I found myself masturbating without really deciding to. As I stroked, I quietly noticed that something was different, something was off. I quickly pulled up my boxers and headed into the jack-and-jill bathroom I shared with Kelly. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was different and wondered why I hadn’t noticed when I showered earlier.