Chapter 4

Steve flipped through the magazine, barely reading the words. Steve, you are the biggest turd in the world, he thought to himself.

He put down the magazine, leaning over to cradle his head in his hands. It had been a day since he had taken Nicole, robbing her of her virginity, squirting his sperm into her tight body. Even now, the memory was making him hard. Then again, he was only 16 - navel lint made him hard.

A little over a week before, he had sex with her best friend Amanda, taking her virginity as well. Each time, his strange new power - the ability to make others feel physical sensations that weren't there - had helped him in his quest. By pleasuring both girls before he had even touched them, working them up to such a fever pitch that the teen cheerleaders surrendered themselves to him - even though they made protests along the way.

He had come inside of each of them, shooting his seed right into their wombs. There was the chance they were pregnant. So here he was, 16, fornicating with two girls who were best friends, both possibly pregnant.

Just had to do it, didn't you, Steve? he thought to himself. Earlier in the week he had reveled that he was young, free, financially independent thanks to his father's life insurance policy that set up a trust fund for him. A policy that was activated after Steve murdered his father with his power. The guilt was slowly starting to eat away at him. At first, he was glad. He hadn't meant for his father to die - it was an accident. But as time wore on, his heart seemed to beat a little bit slower every time he thought about it.

He sighed, running a hand through his brown hair. All he could do for now is sweat it out. Maybe he'd get lucky and neither girl was pregnant - after all, it was their first time. Not that it really mattered biologically, but still - didn't it? Maybe neither girl would speak to each other about their tryst with Steve. Maybe he could just dig a hole and hide inside for a few weeks in case they ever did talk to each other.

He looked up at the receptionist, a forty-ish woman who was typing into a computer. Steve was otherwise alone in the reception office to his doctor for a follow up tetanus shot.

Something buzzed at the end of Steve's consciousness, but before he could focus on it, the phone rang. The receptionist answered it.

"Dr. Annul's office. Cid? What - I can't-" She looked up, her eyes towards Steve but not focused on him. "Did you call a plumber? All right, I'll be right there. Yes, just keep the towels on it. Bye."

"Ariana?" the receptionist called.

"Be right there," called a voice from the hallway. Steve remembered that voice. He sat up a little straighter, looking down the hallway past the receptionist. A moment later, Ariana appeared.

She was just as he remembered her the last time he was here. She was about his height, looking like Jenny McCarthy had in her youth. Her perfect blond hair hung to her shoulders, bright blue eyes looking around her. She was pretty, with shiny pink lips and flawless complexion. Every stereotype of the nurse type seemed alive in her - deep cleavage in a buttoned nurses uniform, even white nylons.

"We had a pipe break back at home," the receptionist was saying. "I hate to do this, but I've got to run, and Dr. Annul isn't due back until tomorrow, so-"

"That's OK," Ariana said. "I'm just about to show out Ms. Greenly, then Steve there is out last patient, and. Just lock the door behind you, and I'll set the dead bolt and such after I'm done with Steve."

The receptionist cast a look at Steve's direction, probably wondering Steve could be trusted. Steve grinned at her, and she relaxed. "All right," she said. "I owe you one."

Ariana looked at Steve. "I'll be with you in just a minute," she said. The receptionist almost flew by him as Steve nodded back at the pretty nurse.

"No problem," he said. The back of his neck started to sweat. "I'll just sit here and, um-" He picked up a copy of Time. "Read about the Bush administration." He glanced at the cover. "Hey, I didn't know Bush Sr. was back in office."

Ariana smiled at him before turning back down the hallway. Steve watched her go, her butt gently swaying back and forth before him. He couldn't help himself - he reached out with the Feel, as he was beginning to call it, gently running a mental hand up her thigh.

Ariana pauses for half a second, looking back for a second, then continuing on. The barest whisper of sensation caressed her thighs - probably just the air. Steve was looking down at the magazine, his face a picture of innocence. He could feel the smooth nylon under his psychic fingers, suddenly ending along her inner thigh. Real nylons - no panty hose. His teenage cock gave another lurch as Ariana turned away to finish giving her other patient her medicine.

Steve looked at George Bush Sr. in the magazine. His mind was on the sensations the Feel had sent back to him, that flawless skin, wondering how it would feel against his waist, her legs pressed around him. He should resist temptation - he was in enough trouble as it was. After all, she was older than him, probably by, what, 8 years or so? Though maybe she was on birth control - a woman that sexy must get laid a lot.

No, he was going to be good this time, just get his shot, go home, and beat off. Yeah, that was safer.

Ariana returned, instructing an elderly woman on how to take some medicine. Once the woman was through the front door, Ariana locked it, then turned to Steve.

"So," she asked. "Should we do this?" Her question was innocent, but Steve's mind thought something else as the Feel felt her thighs again, his eyes noticing her white breasts pushing up against her silky blouse.

"Absolutely," Steve said. All morals went right out the window at that point. "Let's do this."

Ariana looked at Steve, the good looking young man barely taller than her. Simple procedure - should just take about 5 minutes for a tetanus booster shot. He was a good looking teenager, brown hair, bright green eyes that seemed almost too bright. She had never seen eyes like that before - something about them seemed to hold you. He was good looking, even if he was too young.

Besides, she was happy with her boyfriend Robert. Well, perhaps not happy, she thought to herself. Lately, he'd been pushing for them to have sex. It seemed that every date ended up at his house, with him trying to feel her up. Ever since they had become engaged he had been expecting them to have sex.

But she resisted, because she wanted to wait until she was married. Sure, so she felt like the only 25 year old virgin in the world. But it was what she had wanted- even though sometimes it was hard not to let Robert touch her breasts, or not reach out and touch his hard penis. Especially when marriage seemed so far off. Especially when Robert kept putting off the date over and over again.

She looked at Steve again. A week before, she remembered how he had looked at her, the way every man had looked at her since she was a teenager. Her large breasts, shapely figure, and pretty looks drew men from all over.

But this time, Steve was different. He looked - stronger. More confident. When he did look at her, he didn't seem to leer, but he didn't sneak his looks at her either. His gaze drifted over her openly, as if he didn't mind if she knew he was looking.

Ariana straitened a bit, pushing out her chest just a little. Maybe she'd tease him a little - as mean as she knew it was, it was always funny to see men make fools out of themselves. Maybe unbutton another button, show him a touch of cleavage, get him hard, then send him on his way. Just some harmless, innocent fun.

"So, back for another shot, eh?" she asked.

"Yup," he said. "That and maybe another Wonder Woman band-aid." He grinned at her, those green eyes sifting right into her. She smiled at the joke, running a hand through her blonde hair. She watched his eyes tracing the path her hand made, sending a secret smile into her. She opened the door, letting the two of them into the room.

Ariana had already placed everything she needed inside the room to make things quicker. She prepped the shot while he rolled up his sleeve, exposing a large muscle. "Sorry to make you stay late," Steve said as she drew the fluid into the syringe.

"Oh, all alone with a big strong man like you?" She teased.

He grinned at her, his cute face lighting up. "Well, maybe I can make it up to you sometime. How about this Saturday - I can take you out to dinner."

She nearly dropped the syringe in surprise. She had never expected that he would ask her out on a date. "Steve, I'm - I'm flattered-" She honestly was, but this was insane. "But I'm afraid I can't. I mean, I-" It took another second to think of an excuse. "You're too young, and - I have a boyfriend."

"So, if I wasn't a few years younger than you, and if you didn't have a boyfriend, you'd go out with me." He didn't act like he was hurt by the rejection.

Ariana thought about it for another second. "Well - yes." She admitted. Steve nodded, then shrugged.

"Well, you can't have it all." He said. He grinned at her again. "Maybe some other time, then."

"Maybe." Ariana looked down. "Oh, dang," she said. "I forgot the alcohol wipes. I'll be right back."

She opened up the door, lightly jogging down the hallway to the supply cabinet. That was - different. She felt a little uncomfortable that he had asked her out - poor thing, he must have a crush on her.

She typed in the code into the cabinet to release the electric lock, reaching in for the wipes. At the same time, she felt her breast start to itch. Light at first, then quickly maddening the way all itches become. She reached up her left hand to scratch-

And nearly moaned in pleasure. The second her fingers touched her breast, the nipple hardened to the point of near pain, a wash of heat flowing through her body. Her hand gently squeezed the orb, her fingers full of her ripe flesh. She felt a tingle down in her vagina until she regretfully pulled her hand away.

What was that? she asked herself. She rarely let Robert touch her breasts - especially on days like today, when she was close to the most fertile in her cycle, and her breasts felt the most sensitive. But that - that was the most incredible feeling she could ever remember.

She shook her head, grabbing the wipes. Hm. Maybe she'd call Robert tonight and let him touch them. Then again, that might be too dangerous. Maybe not.

She went back down the hallway, wipes in hand. Both of her breasts started to itch a bit, but she ignored it. The last thing she needed was to start fondling herself in front of a teenager. She smiled wickedly to herself. Though that would certainly send him off panting.

Ariana nearly laughed at herself as she went back in the room. "Get lost?" Steve asked.

"Nearly," she said. "Sorry. This should just be a moment."

"Please, take your time. I'm just enjoying the view." That grin returned, and his eyes nearly burned through her.

She rolled her eyes. That damn itch felt stronger than before. Just a few minutes, she told herself. "Let's try this again. Bend over, please. This should just be a quick prick," she said as the took up the syringe.

"Gee, and I thought I had a slow prick," Steve said. His eyes caught hers for a moment, and she blushed. Her breasts throbbed as for just a moment the itch left, and pleasure returned. Then the itch was back as she gave him the shot, then threw the syringe into the biowaste bin.

She turned around to busy herself with throwing away the other things as Steve raise his pants back up. At least until the itch increased in intensity, roaming over her nipples. If I'm quick, he won't see, she thought to herself. She brought both long-nailed hands up to her breasts, stroking them through her white blouse.

This time it didn't go away- if anything, it grew worse. She rubbed harder, trying to clear away the terrible itch. She slipped one hand into her shirt, gripping her lacy bra through her shirt.

The itch went away- and again the pleasurable sensations exploded at her fingers. Her hand was cramped inside her shirt, but she was able to grip her hardened nipple, pulling and stroking it like a tiny penis. She couldn't believe how good that felt. Forget Robert- she could do this herself.

A new itch started in her body, this one located in the tender flesh between her legs. Before she could even think about it, she slid her other hand down her tight skirt, rubbing her pussy mound. "Ah-" she gasped out loud. Her breath came out in gasps. She had never known anything could feel so good. It was like every wonderful feeling squeezed into one moment around her fingers. Her legs tightened as her finger swirled around her clit, the itch forgotten.