Fantasy Girl 03bywriter_girl©
You know that children's song about how you should make new friends, but keep the old because one is silver and the other's gold? Well, I always thought it was a trite load of trash. When I was imbued with Empathic Sexual Perception as the result of a nefarious medical experiment, it seemed like no one wanted to help me, and everyone was happy to take advantage of my weakness.
But when things looked their worst—when I found myself depressed, downtrodden and used—an old friend came to my rescue. She reminded me that friendship can be stronger than adversity. She reminded me that sometimes you can find new friends in the most unexpected places.
Gold and silver, indeed. My old friend saved me, and my new friends helped set me on the path that made me...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Cammy asked me the question I should have been asking her. She was worried and scared, but keeping her mouth stretched into a tight smile that wasn't fooling anyone.
Danny DeLuca, her boyfriend since the tender age of fifteen (for the mathematically challenged out there, that's six years), was the only one of us in the cheap motel room who was sure about wanting a threesome, but unfortunately, his certainty was doing double duty for me, too.
He'd recited a preplanned speech about how he and Cammy wanted to express their love and strengthen their relationship through sharing a lover, but it was pure theater for Cammy's benefit. The only reason I'd said yes was because I was incapable of saying no, and Danny knew it.
Four days earlier, I'd been a paid subject in an experiment at the Center for the Understanding of Neurological Transcendence. The scientists had given me a serum that was supposed to temporarily heighten my Empathic Sexual Perception. Except, instead of being temporary, the change was permanent. And instead of just heightening my perception, the serum supersized it. Not only could I perceive the sexual fantasies of any man who came within fifty feet of me, I became so aroused by those fantasies that I felt compelled to fulfill them.
I'd known Danny almost as long as I'd known Cammy. I thought we were friends. When he somehow discovered what had happened to me, he should have tried to help. Instead, he used me to cheat on Cammy. He made me betray my best friend in one of the worst ways possible, and I would never forgive him for it.
I hated him. I hated the whole situation. I hated that Danny was going to have his cake and eat it too. Only a few hours after he cheated on Cammy by fucking me one-on-one, he convinced her to let him ask me to have a three-way with them. And I had agreed.
I didn't want to, but my wants were immaterial. My unwilling empathic response to Danny's sexual desires made me want what he wanted and take pleasure in all that pleased him. He was excited, and I felt his excitement. More than that, I saw the images unfolding in his head of Cammy and me naked on the sagging king-sized bed, our lips locked together as our hands explored each other's shapely naked bodies.
I'd never been attracted to women, but I felt Danny's attraction to me and Cammy. I felt his excitement at the thought of watching us together, and it forced me to action. It was his excitement and attraction that made me agree to the three-way when he spouted a disingenuous line about how he and Cammy wanted to strengthen ght bonds of their relationship by enjoying a lover together. And later, in a poorly-lit cheap motel room, when Cammy asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this, it was Danny's desire that drove me to make the first move.
I took Cammy's face in my hands and kissed her stammering lips into silence. She stood motionless for a moment as I moved my lips over hers. My mouth was gentle, coaxing, familiar. My kiss was Danny's kiss—the only kiss she'd known for six years. The only man she'd ever fucked.
My hands, too, touched her with years of experience. Years of knowing what she liked, what she wanted. As she relaxed, I felt something from her—not the irresistible surge of desire I'd felt from most men, but something faint as a butterfly's breath, a frisson of interest.
Mentally, I reached for it. It slipped through my grasp, but I didn't give up. I twisted and tuned my perception like an old analog radio, trying to find just the right station on the dial. Eventually, I locked onto the signal.
Desire echoed in my mind pure and crystalline, a faint but perfect note. I amplified it, turning up the volume on my empathic perception until my mind was filled with that sweet sound.
The amplification did not just rouse my interest. Cammy began to move against me with real need and excitement. Her heartbeat sped, her breathing roughened. Her hands, which had been vaguely petting my hair and back in a manner she'd imagined might look sexy to Danny, began to touch and explore my body for the sole purpose of her own pleasure.
She forgot about Danny. The whole of her attention locked onto my kiss, my touch. She began to want more, and more. Her desire grew and fed mine as my desire amplified and fed hers.
I used kiss and touch to guide her down to the bed. Behind us, I felt Danny's lust kick into high gear. His cock was hard as stone and hot as hell. It strained against his underwear and jeans. He stepped out of them as I pulled Cammy's skirt and underwear off.
Her breath caught. Her dark eyes went to him. He thought she was frightened and gave her a reassuring smile. He said, "It's okay, baby. I'm here." But he was thinking, "Do not ruin this for me, bitch."
I wondered what he would have said if he'd known that Cammy's inhalation of breath had been caused by surprise. She'd forgotten he was there. She'd forgotten we were not alone.
I touched her cheek and turned her back to face me. I didn't want her to look at him, to think about him. I kissed her again as I ran my hands up under her shirt to undo her bra. I massaged her small breasts and tugged on her hard little nipples. She moaned.
I felt Danny's cock twitch in excitement. His desire had a different flavor, but the two were complimentary. Like chocolate and peanut butter; each was good on its own, but together they were unlike anything else.
The combination of their sensations and desires raised a frenzy in me, but I forced myself to take my time. She was my friend. She deserved the very best I could give her. I wanted to giver her something good and sweet to make up for my bitter betrayal.
I patiently enacted a hundred little touches meant to elicit shivers and sighs. I made all the tender explorations most men tend to skip in their rush to penetration.
Don't take that as a criticism, guys, it's just a statement of fact. It's tough not to rush through foreplay when you know what's coming, even for me. I've enjoyed almost every sexual act you can imagine (and probably a few you can't) but there's still nothing like that moment when a hard cock pierces me. My heart beats double time. My pussy stretches to take it. My body feels whole and heavenly. I feel...right.
If that's what most men feel when they fuck a girl, I don't blame them for rushing the preliminaries. But that rush bypasses a lot of pleasurable detours. Sometimes it's good to take the scenic route, and since the finish of this particular tour de femme didn't involve me getting plowed by a big hard dick, I could be patient and thorough.
By the time I made the inevitable descent down Cammy's slim body, she was taut as a bowstring. Her heart was pounding, and the sheen of sweat on her golden skin seemed to make it glow in the flickering fluorescent lamp light.
I can't say I enjoyed going down on her, but her pleasure in the act more than made up for my discomfort. I'd never eaten pussy before, but this didn't feel like my first time. I shared Cammy's sensations, and Danny's memories of every time he'd done this to her.
But unlike Danny, I didn't rush her. I kept her poised on the edge of orgasm for long minutes, and when she began to fall, I pushed her hard and fast, over and over. She cried out again and again, louder and longer than she ever had with Danny.
I felt the first stirrings of his unease. The first tendril of suspicion that Cammy might end up enjoying this encounter more than he did. That she might enjoy me more than she enjoyed him.
Her fingers tangled in my hair and she lay there panting, speechless, staring at the ceiling.
Danny pushed between us. If I hadn't been inundated by his lust, I would have been annoyed by the intrusion. Cammy was. When he moved to plunge his achingly hard cock into her still-quivering pussy, she held him off with one weak hand.
"Give me a minute, will you?"
He scowled. I was behaving exactly as he'd fantasized, but Cammy was throwing a wrench in the works. She was supposed to open for him. She was supposed to beg him. She was supposed to tremble and cry from the force of the orgasms he gave her. But she did none of those things. And that made him mad.
"Fine." He said. "I'll take her." He stood, grabbed me by the hair and yanked my head up to his cock. I opened wide and took him in my mouth, barely suppressing a shiver at the pleasure he felt when I began to suck.
Danny didn't last long—how could he? He'd lived his long-held fantasy of seeing his girlfriend with another woman, and then been fellated by a psychic slut who knew exactly how to make him explode in thirty seconds flat.
When Danny let go of my hair, I turned back to the bed to find Cammy watching me with a faintly appalled look on her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but Danny lied down beside her and pulled her naked body against his.
An image flashed through my mind. Danny surrounded by naked female flesh. I lay down beside him, and we dozed lightly while caressing and kissing. Or, rather, Danny kissed Cammy while I caressed him. Her eyes met mine over his shoulder, and I felt her desire for me and annoyance at the way Danny had forced himself between us.
When Danny got hard again, he rolled atop Cammy and began to fuck her. Cammy was the one he truly wanted. She always had been.
He made love to her, and I lay there, forgotten and unfulfilled. Cammy didn't come. She couldn't come again so soon after what we'd done together. I did share in Danny's orgasm, but it was paltry compared to the intense, exponentially multiplying loop of pleasure I experienced when I was the center of my lover's attention. When I was the one fucking and being fucked.
I wondered if I would ever be satisfied with a normal orgasm again. What if I wasn't? What if I found a way to rid myself of this terrible curse only to spend the rest of my life comparing every new lover to the memory of my empathically-enhanced experiences?
Tears rolled down my cheeks. I sniffled.
I got up and left Cammy and Danny sleeping in the bed behind me. I went into the dingy little bathroom and splashed cool water on my face. I couldn't seem to stop crying. I would have liked to think I was crying because of the way Danny had used me, but I wasn't. The terrible thought that had brought tears to my eyes had been the thought of never again experiencing the ecstasy of my heightened response. How could I hate and crave something at the same time.
Was this how junkies felt?
"Virginia?" A tentative hand stroked my shoulder. It was Cammy. "Are you okay?"
I sniffled and nodded, but couldn't seem to stop crying.
"Look, I'm sorry for the way Danny treated you in there. You went down on both of us, and got nothing in return." She kissed me and stroked my hair. "It was inconsiderate. Will you let me try and make it up to you?"
Cammy is one of those people who always try to do the right thing. If she finds a wallet in the street, she returns it to the owner with all the cash still inside. If someone eats her out, she always offers to reciprocate.
"Thanks," I kissed her cheek, "but you don't have to. You won't enjoy it, and girls really aren't my thing."
Cammy's eyes widened. "Not your thing? You could have fooled me! When you—I felt...that is, it seemed like you'd done it before. You're really good at it. The best I've ever—well, I know I've only been with Danny but..."
"It's okay." I said. "Just forget it."
"But I can't! I mean, you seem so unhappy. If you didn't want to do this, why didn't you say no?"
"I couldn't." I stopped myself. There was no way I could explain what was going on. It was too outlandish, too unbelievable.
"I don't understand. Did Danny and I somehow force you to do this? I didn't see either of us holding a gun to your head."
That made me mad. I wanted to shout and rail. My mouth opened and I took a deep breath, but was able to stop myself at the last second. I turned away.
Cammy caught my shoulder. "No, tell me. I want to know."
"You wouldn't understand, and if you did, you still wouldn't believe me."
She folded her arms across her breasts. "Why don't you try me? I could surprise you. You've certainly surprised me today. Give me a chance to return the favor."
I was quiet for a minute while I weighed my options. Thoughts raced around in my head as I battled with myself. Should I trust Cammy? If I told her, and she rejected me, would I feel any worse than I did knowing her boyfriend had used me to cheat on her?
The next thing I knew, I was telling Cammy the whole story from when I signed on as a paid volunteer for the experiment at the Center for the Understanding of Neurologic Transcendance, to the strange green liquid they'd made me drink, to the scientists who'd fucked me before sending me on my way with vague promises of an appointment next week to further examine my condition.
"That's the real reason I didn't leave the room for three days. I was afraid of what would happen if I got too close to any man."
"And when I kicked you out..." Cammy covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, God. What happened? Who...?"
"More like, how many?" I said. "Three." I told her about the jerk, Dean, in the stairwell, and Dr. Rutledge after class.
"But he's so old!" she said. "And bald. And he has a gut!"
"It doesn't matter." I said. "He wanted me. I made him want me. I couldn't stop myself and I couldn't say no."
"How awful." Cammy looked horrified. I felt the strangest urge to defend my condition. I wanted to tell her how it was better than anything I'd ever felt before, better than anything she would ever experience or could even imagine.
Instead, I said, "The craving gets a little bit weaker every time I indulge it. After Rutledge, I had an easier time walking home from class. I think the only reason I couldn't say no to Danny was because he was so close, and he climbed on top of me."
"What do you mean he climbed on top of you? The only thing Danny has done with you today is come in your mouth."
I shook my head no. It took me a second to gather the courage to tell her what Danny had done that afternoon. I was sure she'd reject me in a fit of anger.
Cammy was angry, all right, but not at me.
"That jerk. He should have been trying to help you, not taking advantage of you."
"I'm so sorry, Cammy."
"Don't apologize. You couldn't help yourself."
"B-but I enjoyed it."
She laughed bitterly. "You couldn't help that, either." She turned toward the door. "Come on, let's get out of here. I don't think I can stand to look at my creep of an ex-boyfriend for a minute longer than I have to."
We got dressed and left Danny obliviously snoring in the sagging, grungy bed.
After we got back to our dorm room, I got into my bed and said, "Cammy?"
"I don't know why you believed a crazy story like mine, but I'm glad you did. I was so afraid you'd hate me."
"I believed you because I know you, V." Cammy said. "This behavior, it isn't you. I was shocked when you agreed to the threesome. I'd told Danny you wouldn't go for it, but he seemed oddly sure you would. Now, I know why he was so certain." Her voice hitched on the last sentence.
She hadn't just lost a boyfriend today, she'd lost the man she'd thought she was going to marry.
"Cammy, I'm sorry. About Danny."
"Sorry he turned out to be a jerk?" She forced a laugh, but I could hear the tears in her voice. "Yeah, me, too."
She went quiet, but I could hear her breathing hard like she was trying not to cry. I climbed the ladder to her bed, slid under the covers, and held her while she cried herself to sleep.
"Ow!" I rubbed my head and glared at the ceiling. I'd forgotten I was in Cammy's bed, and sat straight up when I woke. The bump was a hard one, and I was sure it would leave a lump, but it subsided quickly, and in a few minutes, I could barely remember how much it had hurt.
The events of the previous night came rushing back to me. Danny, using me. Cammy believing me when I'd told her what had happened to me.
Oh, God, Cammy! She wasn't in bed, or anywhere else in the room. I hoped she was okay. I hoped she wasn't off by herself somewhere crying because she'd lost her boyfriend of six years.
I tried calling her, but the call went straight to voicemail. A moment later, I found her phone on her desk. It was set to silent, and there were a dozen calls and texts from Danny on her log—all declined. Now I was really starting to worry.
I heard a key in the lock. The door swung open and Cammy came in. Her shiny black hair was in a long, bouncy ponytail, and she was smiling. She'd brought two Styrofoam food containers, and two cups of coffee.
"Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey."
"Thank God, Cammy." I said. "I was worried about you."
"Because of last night?" She set the food down on her desk beside her phone. "Don't be worried. You know me. As long as I've got a problem to solve, I'm just fine."
It was true. Cammy loves to study biology, chemistry and physics in addition to math, but the reason she chose math for her major was because she loves working through problems. She's crazy about crosswords, jigsaw puzzles, and Sudoku. She's the friend you can always count on to help you talk through your personal problems, too.
"What problem?" I asked.
"You." She offered me a plastic fork.
"Yes, you, Nympho. We're going to figure out this condition of yours. If there isn't a cure, we'll find a way to control it."
"I—but, that is, thank you. That's exactly what I'd planned to do."
"Only now you'll succeed, because I'm here to help." She grinned and took a big bite of her scrambled eggs. "There's nothing the scientific method can't solve."
"You are such a geek."
"Yeah," she said, "but you love me for it. Now drink your caffeine, we've got some serious thinking to do after we finish eating."
I was determined to eat a healthy breakfast, but my body wouldn't cooperate. Even though I'd missed dinner the night before, I didn't really have an appetite. I forced myself to take a few bites, but eventually pushed the plate away, still loaded with food.
"What's wrong?" Cammy asked.
"I'm just not very hungry."
"Hmm." She got out a notepad and wrote something on it. "When was the last time you felt hunger?"
I thought for a moment. "Yesterday, when you brought me lunch and then kicked me out to go to class."
"And in the time since then, you've taken four lovers."
"What, you think I fucked my appetite away?"
She shook her head. Her ponytail swished across her shoulders, but her expression remained thoughtful. "No. I'm wondering if maybe you're getting more than orgasms from the people you fuck."
"What?" I said. "You think I'm somehow feeding off them? That's crazy!"
"Is it?" Cammy said. "Since you came back from that experiment, you look as good as I've ever seen you—better! Your features didn't change in any way, you're just exhibiting all the signs of optimal health—bright eyes, clear skin, pink cheeks and lips. Your muscle tone is perfect, and I swear you even lost a couple of pounds. Nothing has changed about your diet, so the energy or nutrients your body used to improve your overall condition had to come from somewhere else."