Chapter 2: Charmed

I made my way home as quickly as possible without drawing attention. It wasn't like other people watched me walk by any more than they would anyone else, but after that encounter with the Professor, I was in a mood that might have an undesired effect on anyone I passed.

I had worked for months to keep my Charm under control. Going to classes, I sat away from other students when available. I made no direct contact with anyone, especially anything that allowed my skin to touch another's. Call me paranoid, but it helped. There had been a few instances of other students asking for help in one class or another. It seemed innocent enough at first, but then they would ask if I wanted to join them for studying or something else that would arrange for us to be alone. I turned them all down. No, I'm not gay, but my ... powers would bind anyone I got intimate with to me. I had plenty of proof of it living with me already.

One would think fourteen women would be enough.

I got to the entrance of our underground abode and relaxed a bit. My girls didn't mind me using my Charm on them, and I had learned to accept their acceptance of me. It was a twisted arrangement. I was certain they wouldn't have stayed if not bound to me and I couldn't bring myself to let any of them go. I still didn't know if the latter was just me or my powers.

I made my way through the quiet halls, not really paying attention to where I was going. With the surrounding earth, there was a lack of windows and ambient sounds from outside. I didn't need any distractions because I was still confused enough.

Professor Belton was like me ... but not like me. If she wasn't a child of the program, and that wasn't very likely, then how did she ... Charm me? She said she was a Mind Mage, and the way she responded to my mentioning Master PC was very peculiar too. She knew about it but reacted as if it were some kind of shameful ... something. I needed answers. No, I needed a lot of answers.

My mindless wandering led to the store over our home. I really hadn't noticed where I was going until I opened the office door and saw Renée sitting at her desk on the phone.

My desires had subsided since I made it home. I knew if any of my girls had been charmed and sought me out, it would be okay. How I got through without running into one was a curiosity answered by how I felt when Renée looked up at me.

Her golden, wavy locks and sky blue eyes reminded me of Professor Belton. I needed Renée. Not as Renée but as a replacement for the Professor. My history instructor had affected me so deeply that I needed someone that resembled her. Goodness help me, it was wrong.

I closed the door and set my bag on the floor next to it. Renée watched me, her expression a mixture of curiosity and surprise.

The urge to touch Renée, on top of the need Professor Belton had infused me with was almost overwhelming. I didn't run, but I did go to Renée. Maybe, if I were lucky, touching and holding one of my women would help defuse the pumping excitement in me. Worst case scenario, Renée and I would be rolling around on the floor like a couple of mindless humping animals. Not exactly a bad thought, but I didn't have time for it. Mandy and I had a plane to catch in three hours. Soothing the burning sensation in my gut was the only answer.

Renée swiveled in her chair, watching me approach as she continued to talk on the phone. I paid no attention to her conversation. She could have been talking to the President of the United States and I wouldn't have cared. It was her touch I needed. Her voice, regardless of the topic, was always a fantastic addition to our play. She had a soft sultry tone and would have made a phenomenal phone sex operator.

I knelt in front of her, hesitant to touch her, holding back from breaching the last few inches separating us. If I touched her, she might fill with the same fire I felt. Would she understand? Would she forgive me? I looked up and met her eyes. She held out her hand to me, inviting me to touch her. It was so wrong, affecting her without warning. She had no idea of what I felt.

I took her hand, but she didn't react. Her voice remained steady on the phone and she pulled me forward. I was relieved to know that she wasn't going to turn into the mindless sex animal that I already felt like.

She watched as I reached out and slid my hands along her thighs outside of her skirt. Touch had become the most comforting act any of us could give. Even if sex wasn't on the plate, we held each other. I didn't need someone to hold me. I wanted to hold someone else. Renée was a good choice. The question was would it be enough to if I only held her?

She sat there allowing me to curl up against her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist. She ran her free hand through my hair and finished her conversation, never moving or pulling away. I felt better, holding one of the ones I considered mine, holding one of my bound women.

Renée finished her call and hung up. "Ral, what's wrong?" Her voice was soft, full of concern.

I just shook my head and relaxed for another moment. With what I had just been through with the Professor I thought I would have been ripping Renée's clothes off, but I held back hoping that just our connection, our shared emotions and togetherness would be sufficient.

Finally, I looked up. Renée sat patiently. Her face was half concern, half ... something. I couldn't see her for the look of her eyes, the curve of her lips, and the subtle application of makeup adding to the glorious beauty of her face.

Oh, who was I kidding?

I sat up and kissed her. The move wasn't fast and she saw it coming. Welcoming me to her, she held me with the same care as I held her a moment before. The kiss was tender and soft. Not the hard sloppiness usually involved. I could feel her through our link and the contact. She was in a good mood and seeing me made her feel better. Having me kiss her like that was, in fact, turning her on.

I pulled away. At first, she looked at me asking with her eyes why I stopped. My hesitation gave her the signal that I was having an internal struggle between continuing and restraining. She smiled.

"I know you don't think you have time, but..." she reached for her blouse and started unbuttoning it, " ... I think we could do something to help ease all that tension you have."

She didn't have to say or do anything else. I was ready. But I shook my head, confused between what she offered and what I needed to talk to her about. There really wasn't enough time for both.

Her mischievous smile appeared. "You came to me straight from class. Why?"

I was still on my knees, pushed up between her legs, my hands still on her hips. I looked up, having more difficulty with each button of her blouse that was released. "I ... I had an encounter with Professor Belton..." I stammered. With a quick glance, I could see that Renée had opened her blouse down to her closed jacket. The soft skin revealed lead to her mouth-watering breasts: my greatest weakness.

"An encounter ... sounds fun. A teacher showing a student just how to ... do it." She opened her jacket which had been specially tailored to hide her upper assets. Renée had the biggest set of boobs of all my women, a big weakness.

I stood up and stepped back. "No, Renée, it's not what you think. We didn't do anything." Things between us were degenerating quickly.

She stood up too and strolled towards me, rolling her hips. "You don't have to deny it. In fact I want to hear what you did and even experience it for myself."

"Experience it?" I asked. I knew Renée could easily jump into a randy mood, I had hoped that she wouldn't do it this time. Guess I was wrong. Still, she could experience what happened between the Professor and me. I stood still, letting Renée get close. Normally, if I had had the time, I would have let her have her way with me, but I knew there was no such thing as a "quickie" with Renée.

She stopped just in front of me. Her breasts stood out and just grazed my chest. She had completely opened the blouse and the special-order bra she wore allowed lots of her flesh to be exposed. Her soft, supple mounds called to me. They begged me to touch them. And I wanted to. However, knowing that I had something important to talk about with her, I didn't touch her to get off. I did it to share my memories.

In the blink of an eye, Renée knew what I did. A graze of my skin against her was all that was needed and it allowed me to step away again while she went over what I had given her.

When she looked at me again, she asked, "What are we going to do?" Just like that she was back to a professional tone. Thank goodness one of us was.

I shook my head, still trying to take my eyes off her display. "I'm not sure. I mean, the way she talked there could be thousands of these Mind Magi, maybe more."

Renée didn't try to cover herself. She looked me over but her eyes were not as soft. Her sharp intelligence was working out details and understanding what had happened. She knew I was in the mood, she knew why too, but she also knew that I was more worried about the encounter and what I had found out.