Chapter 4

I rolled down the passenger side window of Eva's patrol car, enjoying the wind on my face as we sped down a dirty back road. Eva assured us that we'd get to Pita's school a lot quicker this way. She had her cell phone pressed to her ear as she made a sharp turn which shifted me around in my seat.

To my left, through the iron grate that separated the front seat from the back, I saw Pita sitting comfortably looking like a little perp, buckled in behind her mother. I was feeling pretty good, so I turned around and decided to make conversation with her as Eva spoke to Pita's principal explaining that they were running very late this morning.

"Sooo... Pita. Your Mom tells me you're nine."

Pita smiled gleefully at me. "Yep. My birthday is soon and then I'll be 10. I'm almost a grownup."

I snickered at her innocence. "Yeah. My little sister Lindsay is 10. She's a little brat though. What about you? Are you a good girl for your Mom?"

She looked so cute. Her long hair was pulled up into a puffed up ponytail. It looked like a little fountain was spraying out the top of her head. She sat with her arms resting in her lap, and her knees together like a proper lady would have them.

Pita shrugged, "Sometimes I guess. Sometimes Mom grounds me."

"Do you like school?"

She stuck out her tongue, "Blah, no way."

"Oh come on, there's got to be something you like about school."

The little girl looked thoughtful for a moment, and then said, "Well, I do like recess." Then she giggled a little.

Typical, I thought.

I heard Eva say into the phone, "Okay, we'll be there in about two minutes. Yes, bye." Then she clicked off the phone and stuffed it in her purse. She looked up in the rearview mirror at her daughter. "Mommy's sorry baby. I lost my head this morning. I didn't mean to make you late."

Pita just shrugged, "That's okay." She didn't mind at all. Also typical I thought. Kids don't mind missing school. I know I sure didn't miss it.

I looked over at Eva and looked her up and down, quietly examining her. In her haste to leave the trailer, she threw on an old White-Sox jersey that buttoned down the middle, and a pair of jeans. Her hair was still a mess from this mornings fuck session, but it only made her appear sexier to me. My heart started beating harder when I again reminded myself that this woman was mine to do with as I pleased.

Eva saw me looking at her. She looked over, squinted at me curiously, a small smirk curling up the side of her face. "What are you staring at?"

Feeling more confident than ever I said, "Oh nothing, just wondering what your nipples tasted like."

She raised her eyebrows at me, obviously surprised that I was now taking to the idea of my power over her. "My, my. Still horny after the fuck I gave you?"

I felt a stirring in my groin. "Yeah, I think so."

Eva grinned, "Well, we'll just have to see about that after we drop Pita off at school."

Then Pita asked, "Hey Mommy?"

"Yes sweetie?"

"Is Mark your boyfriend now?"

"No baby..."

I don't know why, but when Eva said 'no' I felt a little disheartened. I had already made the logical assumption that we were in essence, boyfriend/girlfriend. That's how I always understood the concept growing up. If you kiss a girl, or you have sex with a girl, you were automatically going steady. Of course I was making a broad assumption based on my mutation's unpredictability, but I was only 13... how was I supposed to know.

Then Eva said, "... Mark's more than my boyfriend. He's the love of my life." It was as though she was reading my mind, and I felt a lot better. Although a part of me wondered how she could actually be 'in love' with me after such a short time. I knew that it was just a symptom of my influence, but my insides warmed to hear such a sexy woman claim me to be 'the love of her life'.

We pulled up in front of an elementary school. Eva put the car into park. She turned around and looked at her daughter through the iron bars. She said, "Now Pita, about what you saw this morning on the couch..." She took my hand in hers and brought it up to her face, rubbing my palm on her cheek. "We were doing what people do when they're in love with each other. And it's a very private thing. It's not for anyone else to know. Do you understand what I'm telling you baby?"

Pita said, "I think so Mommy. I shouldn't even tell Jamie?" Jamie was her best friend.

"That's right," said Eva, "Not even Jamie. And you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because it's nobody's business except our own."

"Okay Mommy. I'll not tell anybody."

Eva kissed my hand and put it down. She opened the car door and got out. I watched as Pita tried to open her door, but for obvious reasons the backseat of the squad car did not allow the occupant to open it from the inside. Eva shut her door, and then opened the back door for her daughter to get out. She took Pita by the hand as the little girl hopped out.

Eva said, "Say goodbye to Mark."

Pita smiled brightly and waved at me, "Bye, bye Mark. Will I see you later on?"

Eva answered for me, "Of course baby. He'll be here when you get done with school. Now blow him a kiss."

My heart warmed as Pita brought her little hand up to her face, pursed her lips, and blew me a kiss.

Eva shut the door behind her, then leaned over looking through the window, smiling. She winked at me as she walked her daughter to the front doors. My eyes lingered on the sight of Eva's ass clad in tight denim. I shivered. My eyes also dropped unconsciously down to little Pita's rear, clad in the tight pink fabric of her sweats. I noticed how her butt comes out into a little round bubble. Was it just the fact that she was a tiny version of her mother? I shook my head of such thoughts as they disappeared inside.

I turned around and faced front. My eyes were mindlessly wandering over the dashboard of the squad car. The radio had so many blinking lights on it that it almost looked like an airplane cockpit. My mind was elsewhere though. I was thinking about the past month.

I had spent my time avoiding people. Living in junkyards, scavenging for food behind restaurants, taking baths in creeks, taking shelter in libraries, and fast food restaurants, and rest areas. I was so afraid to get near people in fear of... infecting them. Now, in retrospect, with the joys of Eva's pussy fresh in my mind, and the wonderful mouths of both her and Lacey, I was beginning to wonder what I was so afraid of?

I also thought about my family. My Mother was surely losing her mind, and I felt guilty. My Dad was probably a wreck too. I began wondering if they had put up 'missing person' signs like I had seen done in so many movies and TV shows. Was my face now on the backs of milk cartons? Did milk companies still do that? I thought about my little sister Lindsay, sitting at home, no doubt crying cause she was worried about me. Or maybe not. Like I said, Lindsay was a brat. She was more than likely taking over my room by now, moving her stuff in while selling my stuff to her friends at school. I wondered what my older sister Kate was thinking. Was she worried about me? Or was she too busy with college life to even think about me? She was probably too occupied with her girlfriend Piper to even notice. She always was selfish.

Just then the car door opened and Eva slid in. I brought my attention back around to her.

She turned to me suddenly and grabbed my shirt in the center of my chest. She pulled me forward with a jerk-- stopping quickly to look around her to make sure nobody from the school was looking. Once she discerned that there was no one peeping from the parking lot, she yanked me up to her face and planted her partially open lips on mine. I joined her for a mind-blowing kiss as her tongue pressed into my mouth and she groaned into my throat wantonly.

Releasing me, I fell back into my seat with a gasp of air.

"Whoa. What was that for?" I asked.

"I don't know," Eva said, "I just can't help myself when I'm around you."

I settled back into the seat as Eva put the car into drive and took off. I felt more empowered now. I felt like I was on the top of the world. The world was my oyster, and any other cliché about feeling really good.

As I looked over at the beautiful Latino woman sitting next to me, it suddenly struck me. It didn't strike me when I first discovered my power. Although thinking back on the incident with Gretchen, I wish it had. I could've done anything I wanted to Gretchen, with her complete consent.

But I didn't know what my limitations were, and that sort of bothered me. Was there anything I couldn't do with these women I touched? Anything at all? Did I have any sort of control over my power that I just hadn't realized yet? Could I turn it off if need be? I didn't know.

That was something I would have to look into.

I decided right then and there that I was going to be more assertive with my abilities. But I needed a test-run.

My eyes roamed over Eva's face. Her smooth olive skin shimmered in the light of the sun. Her lips naturally pursed out slightly, making it seem like she was always ready to kiss, not to mention the way those lips felt on my cock.

As she turned the wheel I noticed the way her shirt sort of opened in between each button. There was a little space where a few fingers might be able to reach through.

I reached out and cupped her nearest breast in my hand. Eva let out a little gasp as I squeezed it, taking notice that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts stood up so naturally she hardly needed one. I ran my hand around her firm tit and felt her nipple harden beneath my palm.

Her breathing became deeper.

I undid a button and reached my hand inside her shirt, grasping the other breast. I squeezed it harder than the other, then pinched and pulled on her nipple slightly, making it erect instantly. I felt goose bumps ripple under my palm.

She opened her mouth into a little circle and took deep in and out breathes.

I slid my hand out and ran it down her stomach and lifted up the hem of her shirt, searching out the waist of her jeans. Finding the button I awkwardly undid her pants and forced her zipper down.

Eva squeaked as my hand invaded her panties and my fingers dug their way down the landing strip to her clit. Once there I pinched her clit and began rubbing it in little circles.

She accidentally jerked the wheel into oncoming traffic, but when the sound of a horn from an 18-wheeler blared, she swerved back into our lane. The honk startled me and I yanked my hand out of her pants.

"Oh Mark... oh god," she said softly, "What are you doing to me?"

I had only one thing on my mind. I wanted to make up for last night's shower-fumble.

"Take us to Lacey's school." I said with rest assuredness.

Eva raised her eyebrows at me, but to my delight, she didn't argue. "Yes Mark." She came to a complete stop in the middle of the road, and then made a U-turn.

The high school happened to be two blocks over from Pita's school. So we didn't have to back track too much. There was high school kids scattered about the outside, which I thought was bit odd.

Eva saw my confusion and simply said, "Lunch time."

"Oh." I looked at the clock on the dash. 11:35. Our timing couldn't have worked out more perfectly.

Eva's squad car drew the attention of most of the students out front. Outside my open window I heard some guy shout, "Fuckin Pig!!" I sort of ducked down a little bit. I suddenly lost my gumption again as all the bigger kids stared at us. Now that we were here and under the watchful gaze of most of the student body, I felt the urge to develop the gift of invisibility. I don't know why bigger kids intimidated me the way they did. I guess it was a side effect of being picked on growing up. I almost forgot why we came here in the first place.

"Well," Eva said, "... here we are. Should I wait in the car?"

"Umm..." I looked at a few boys walking past us. One kid pointed at me and laughed, "Someone got busted!" His companion laughed along with his lame ass joke.

I started to feel like it was a big mistake.

"Maybe we should just wait until after school," I started, "You know, I wouldn't want to bother her."

Eva put a hand on my thigh. It came dangerously close to my soft dick.

"Mark... you obviously had a plan when you told me to come here. Who cares what all these little dicks think. You want Lacey. Go get Lacey. She's yours to get."

I shrugged noncommittally, "I know, its just... perhaps this was just bad timing."

Eva patted my thigh roughly. Then she reached to her shirt and buttoned her self back up, then did the same with her jeans. She turned to her door and opened it. "Come on stud. Lets go get your girl."

My heart started thumping.

Most of the male student body stopped their idle chit-chat when Eva, my bronze goddess stepped out of the front seat and brushed her long wavy hair back with her hands. Then, I think, for dramatic effect, she shook her hair in the wind.

I was looking up at her through her door when she motioned me with her hand to get out of the car.

Reluctantly I did. She started walking toward the front entrance of the school as I followed behind her like a sheep. She skipped up the concrete stairs with more sway to her hips than most people would. Guys were whistling and making crude catcalls, but she ignored them. I was just happy there was no attention on me.

I followed her down the first hallway next to an office that read "Administration" on the door.

"Do you know where you're going?" I asked.

"Yep. Lace usually eats out on the courtyard with her boyfriend." Eva stated, "I've picked her up here before."

Something upsetting churned in my stomach when she said the word "boyfriend". Lacey wasn't supposed to have a boyfriend now. I was her man now. Well... her boy, I guess.

We walked to what I assumed to be the middle of the school where there was a glassed off courtyard covered in grass, modern art sculptures and large rock formations that students were sitting on.