Alien Vacation Ch. 14

Kyle didn't give it much thought. He had his food, and his phone, and replies to make. He wasn't embarrassed or worried about reactions. On the contrary, Kyle was thrilled with all of his new relationships. But it was probably the sort of thing that would completely blow up the chat, so maybe he'd save the whole thing for in-person explanations. He wanted to let his friends know his life had turned around, though.

Lisa was probably the best place to start, since she asked him directly. "Remember when you asked if I had a hot date and I said no dating? It wasn't a lie at the time, but...my bad. I think it's called a whirlwind weekend?"

Then he figured as long as he was dropping one bomb, it was okay to drop another in the group forum. "Hey, sorry I've been quiet. Surprise weekend in Vegas. It's too much to type so I'll save it for a party, but all my stuff is way better than a week ago. Who knew you can actually win money instead of just losing it there?"

He hit "send" and then wondered if he wasn't setting anyone up for gambling longshots. Most people didn't have his psychic edge to justify the risks.

Kyle moved on to his email, noticed another pending bill from the move-out with Melanie and decided to take care of it all right then and there. They could negotiate, they could split, or he could just pay all the damn things off. It was easier to do the latter. He didn't even need to pull out his wallet. Xin reminded him of all the numbers without him even asking.

He had a "WTF?" from Matt already. Lori jokingly asked if Kyle wanted to pay for his car repairs. "Send me the bill. Not kidding," Kyle replied, and then switched to another window. He soon found the reminder for the next live-action campout game. Last month was a zombie game. This one would be fantasy.

"Oh shit, I forgot," Kyle murmured. In fact, he had completely written it off given his issues with the breakup and finances. He didn't have money to spare when the campout was announced and he had to get settled in the new place, anyway. Now none of that was a problem.

Explaining this to a couple of his girlfriends might be weird, but they knew apart from all the sexy fun he was also a geek and loved him anyway...or even found that appealing.

Kyle scrolled through the replies on the announcement and the confirmations. It looked like a big one, with people traveling in from out of town. Matt and Lisa planned to go. Jeff would be there. Melanie would be there, unfortunately. Kyle found Tori's name on the list before he even realized he was looking for her specifically, but of course he was.

Xin had tempted him with fantasies about Tori on their first night together. He had no idea if anything was really possible. A fantasy in his brain wasn't the same as Xin scanning her mind. She might not be interested for any number of reasons. But Tori wasn't the only attractive player in the set, and the game was fun even without the sexier possibilities. Kyle bought a ticket and confirmed. Explaining this to his girlfriends would be amusing. He somehow doubted Xin would resolve it all with a psychic rush when it would be funnier to explain how he wanted to dress up in a silly costume and chase through some campsite with a bunch of other grown-ass adults in fantasy costumes.

[True,] Xin spoke up in answer to his thoughts. [I'll help if you ask. But it would be funnier.]

"You've been quiet," he murmured.

[Yeah, I'm feeling really good. You could say I needed to digest that rush of power I got from you fucking the hell out of Cori. Like I said, new partners are the best recovery energy. Thank you for all that.]

"Thanks? I mean, you're welcome, but why are you thanking me?"

[Because you took me up on everything. Because you let me power trip a little. It's all still consensual, and always will be, but once they let me in I kinda like throwing my power around. And I like pleasing you. I love you, Kyle. I want you to feel good.]

"I love you," he smiled back softly. His lunch was about finished, but he wasn't in a hurry to go. She had his full attention. "So how much 'recovering' did you do?"

[You mean how much more powerful am I?] she taunted.

"Sure."

[You liked taking the 'direct approach' with Cori a lot. As long as I'm not too worn down, we can consider that a standard option whenever you want from now on.]

Movement in front of Kyle claimed his attention. The blonde from the business group stepped in front of him, grinning naughtily. She swept the grey blazer off her shoulders and dropped it in the booth seat opposite his. Her white shirt was unbuttoned to reveal white lace holding a great chest.

[Her name is Stephanie. She wants this. That's all you need to know.]

The mature, put-together businesswoman knelt and slipped under the table. Not one person in the restaurant and bar paid her any mind. Kyle wasn't sure if anyone even saw her. He knew no one saw her slide in between his legs and run her hands up his inner thighs to part them. No one saw her fingers curl around the waistband of his sweats, either.

Kyle still had the capacity to be surprised, but he also knew he could go along with it. He lifted his butt off the seat just long enough for Stephanie to slide his sweats down and free the already hard cock within.

Her fingers glided down his shaft. Her mouth soon followed, first with a kiss at his head and then a longer and deeper slide of her lips all around him. Stephanie didn't tease or play around. She sucked slowly, but did indeed start right off with sucking and stroking.

"Oh wow," Kyle groaned softly. His eyes fluttered and he leaned forward on the table. None of the patrons looked his way. He already knew Xin was taking care of that. Nobody saw, no one heard, and no one would care. Stephanie sucked him down harder and worked every inch with either her mouth or her fingers. "Ohh, fuck that's good."

[Stephanie is a whole person with a whole life of her own, deserving of respect and love and all that...but right now, she just wants to be a slut for your cock. It doesn't have to go any farther than that to make you both very happy.]

"Mmh, fuck," he whispered. "Why...I thought I knew all I needed to know?"

Xin laughed in his mind. Even her laugh had a sexy and pleasured tone right now. [I can arrange this often, Kyle. Would you like that?]

The table limited Stephanie's range of motion a little. She never once bumped her head, likely a benefit of Xin's guidance. The limit meant she couldn't go down on him fast, but that just made them both savor it. Kyle felt vulnerable and powerful at the same time. "Hell yes," Kyle hissed. "Fuck yes. I'd like more women taking the initiative with me."

[Mmmh. I understood why you wanted to be in the driver's seat, lover. Anytime. But I'll have a lot of fun with this, too. It's nice to be on the receiving end, isn't it? Not just the sex, but the attention. The approach. Yeah, I think this might have to happen a lot.]

Shivers of pleasure ran through his body. Stephanie felt it, too. Xin roped him in on just enough of Stephanie's emotions and reactions to enhance the good time. He didn't need the check-in, but a little sense of her pleasures added to his own. His pheromones enthralled her and unraveled her inhibitions along with Xin's telepathy. She loved the smell of him, the taste of his cock, and the feel of him in her mouth. She longed for his come but hoped it wouldn't happen soon.

[I'm getting even better at this, Kyle. It's easy to spot potential now, and it's easier to gain consent and seduce. A short slutty fling like this is easier than the deeper relationship stuff you have with our girlfriends. That takes work. This? Fun without consequence? More women will welcome it than not. Most women will go for it with enough gentle persuasion. Most people in general, but I know what you like.]

"Gentle? You called it brute force before."

[Pleasure is pleasure. Some like it one way, others differently. It's 'brute force' compared to you taking the slower approach. 'Direct approach' may be a better description.]

Through fluttering eyes, Kyle looked around the restaurant. He didn't want to change a stroke, let alone move away from this, but he could think and enjoy at the same time. "Anyone else here?"

[Anyone you want. That's what I'm saying.]

The waiter drifted by and collected Kyle's plate in the blink of an eye and without a word. He left Kyle to his blowjob as if he'd forgotten everything about him but the dishes. [I waited until you were done eating. Figured you would think it was weird if you still had food left.]

"Wow. Yeah," Kyle murmured, but not about Xin's decision. She was right about that, of course. He distantly realized he didn't even have a trace of it on his breath anymore. Most of his attention was drawn to Stephanie's mouth.

"There we go," spoke a voice in his mind, a deeply sexy one with an Australian accent. "It's about time."

"Hm? I had a long fling not even a whole hour ago," Kyle thought back to Miranda.

"Sure, but I was too busy to relax and savor that one. I'm not too busy now. I like this."

He smiled. Miranda still felt completely out of his league, yet she wasn't going anywhere. Of all his lovers, Miranda was the first to turn up the dial at every chance. "What are you up to?"

"Moving out of my place." The image of Miranda propped up against a firm backrest pillow on her bed filled his mind. Her black dress with gold trim looked comfortable. So did the glass of wine in one hand. Her other hand traced along the center of her spread legs, but most of the sensations she enjoyed there right now were his. "It's been nice here, but I'm looking forward to the new house and all of you."

"How are you moving out already? We just saw the place this morning," Kyle thought.

"I started calling around early. Not every mover was booked up. After that it was just a matter of money. I paid the packing and extra help rates. As long as I can afford all that, it's better than waiting and scheduling and packing it all myself. Did you know I've had a recent windfall?" Miranda taunted, sipped her wine with a wicked grin. "New boyfriend, too. Several girlfriends. All of them hot as hell and horny for me."

He grinned. The constant blowjob did a lot for his mood, but Miranda would've had him smiling anyway.

"She's good at that," said Miranda.

"Yeah," Kyle agreed. "Not sure I'd be willing to have people pack up all my stuff, even if I had the money to hire professionals."

"Well, you do now. And telepathy can go a long way for supervision and privacy."

Those blue eyes were miles and miles away, but they shined in his mind. "That's what you're doing?"

"You and Xin shared all those powers with us. I can't help it if I have more imagination with them than you do," she teased. "Not that I'm complaining with how you use them...as long as you keep doing that. And you keep sharing."

"Always," Kyle promised.

"You really don't mind if I play with these powers on my own?" asked Miranda. She already had, and she wasn't the only one, but they hadn't really talked about it much. "It doesn't make you jealous?"

"Not if my playing around doesn't bother you. Fair's fair. Maybe a little power imbalance is unavoidable since Xin is bonded to me, but that's a mechanical thing. We don't have to live like there's some exclusive privilege deal here."

"We don't have to, but we can all enjoy it as a kink," Miranda replied with a crooked grin.

He smiled back. "No, I'm not bothered if you play around with other guys. Not even if it's a lot. Not as long as you're still with me in the end, and I'm with you."

"That's exactly how I feel about you, Kyle." She would have locked eyes with him if she was physically present. Somehow the psychic connection made her 'look' even more arresting, along with the smoldering hot sex in her every thought. "We're going to live like this together. We don't ever have to stop. I love you. I'm all yours. And you and I will never, ever cool off."

"Wow. I love you, too, and that's... that's really hot."

"That blowjob is really hot, too. Might want to focus on that. You may not feel any jealousy, but I get the sense you don't want to share my side the way I like sharing yours."

"See you at home," Kyle smiled happily. Her image faded out, dispelled with a thought and with greater attention in exactly the direction she suggested. Attentive hands and a warm mouth stroked his cock, making everything else much less relevant right now.

* * *

Miranda stayed in bed, mostly upright against the backrest pillow with her legs dangling over the corner. The pillow was mostly for comfort while reading in bed. Now it helped her mimic the position Kyle held in his booth, though with a little more relaxing privacy.

Her bedroom was already stripped of most furnishings and artwork. The bed remained while her hired crew took care of all the other packing. That had turned out to be a better call than she first expected, along with a few other psychic nudges here and there. In principle, her application of power may have been unethical, but in practice it made for efficiency and energy and none of the crew were worse for it. No one really minded.

Especially not the psychic alien who gave her that power. She liked the way Miranda played.

"Xin," thought Miranda pleasantly. "Are you ready to play?"

[Yes, mistress,] came Xin's reply. Neither of them needed to talk out sensitivities or limits in their shared mindspace. Xin was happy and eager to take on the role of servant when it gave Miranda such pleasure. It let her experience and share Miranda's gently wicked delights. [How may I serve?]

"Tell me about the cute one. Only what I need to know."

[Mark? Yes.] Xin knew everything in the blink of an eye, of course. Miranda "saw" the lean, fit, darkly tanned mover in her mind as he packed the books from her living room shelf. [He is eligible, virile, and generally decent and kind. He finds you highly attractive, of course. They all do. Mark is open to my influence.]

"We can break him off from the others without any issues, correct?"

[They are all pleasantly focused on the job, yes. They have already completed much of their task and will soon take a short break. That break could be extended and Mark directed elsewhere without drawing notice.]

Miranda knew she was in a safe space with a confidant. She came right out and said it: "I want to use him, enjoy him, and discard him after he satisfies me."

[You know, mistress, it turns out he would love that.]

Between Xin's biological "treatments" to heighten Miranda's sexuality and libido and the lovely joyride of Kyle's fun, Miranda was already hot and achingly wet. It felt so good to be this turned on and to want sex this much. Yet it was a good feeling she wanted to escalate rather than enjoy. "Bring him. Skip the pleasantries. I need to get fucked."

[My pleasure, mistress.]

In her mind's eye, Miranda saw Mark out in the living room filling up the last box. Behind him, the lead mover suggested a break. Mark rose and turned away from the group, walking into the hallway to her door without the others ever noticing.

They'd practically forgotten him, and it was all he needed to know.

Mark grinned, his belt undone before he opened the door to Miranda's bedroom. His eyes met hers while he closed and locked the door behind him and shed his shirt. He had just enough brawn to provide a different physicality from Miranda's current and ongoing preference. He couldn't replace Kyle, but those little differences were exactly the point. That, and the power trip, and the convenience, and the sheer satisfaction.

With his clothes shed, Mark wordlessly took Miranda by the ankles to gently pull her to the edge of the bed and spread her legs. She grinned, gladly letting him take care of everything while he pulled the hip fastener on her skirt.

They didn't talk. They didn't play. His hands lifted her shapely, incredible ass just the couple of inches he needed to line up with the bed, and with that his hard cock sank into her wet, welcoming sex.

"Oooh," Miranda moaned in satisfaction. "Mmh. That's it."

Her moans and her words were as much for Xin as Mark. More, in truth. He felt too good to worry about it even if he knew any better. Mark thrust into her again, suddenly tireless and eager with the combination of Xin's influence and enhancement and the raw pleasure of the act.

Miranda would be out of her current home soon enough. Greater pleasures awaited in her new home with her new lovers. For now, she sank into a luxurious, uncomplicated fuck to pass the time.

The next guy to have her would be so much better. He always was. It wasn't only about the sex, but she loved him madly for that, too.

* * *

Kyle lost track of time. Seconds stretched into minutes, and soon into he couldn't really tell the difference. He didn't need to care. "So good."

"Yes, it is," said a voice at his side. Without Xin's influence, Kyle would have been startled and mortified. Instead, Rose arrived and slid up against him in his booth seat without any disturbance at all. His comfort and his good mood deepened with her touch and her smile. "You can do this anytime, as far as I'm concerned. All day and night."

"That good, huh?" His face was turned toward her, but the mouth sliding up and down his cock made his eyes flutter.

"All the feelings of getting oral without my having to do anything for it at all?" Rose asked. "A whole set of nerves and skin my body doesn't even have? Yes, Kyle," she said before kissing his neck. "I love being in a psychic sex network. And I'm falling harder and harder for you."

He brought his arm around her shoulders. They shared another kiss, though it was brief given the way the seats made them twist for it. Rose let one hand wander down to Stephanie's head, stroking her hair while she kept working Kyle. Her breath fell into synch with his, including the light moans Stephanie pulled from his throat.

"I feel everything," Rose told him softly. "I had to ask Xin to make sure you didn't come until I got here. I didn't want to crash the car."

[I would never let that happen. But I didn't mind the delay,] Xin assured her.

"Didn't realize you were on the way," said Kyle.

"No. I asked to keep that secret, too. I wanted to surprise you." She didn't need to push. A light touch guided Stephanie's mouth all the way down, deep-throating Kyle and holding it for a long and incredible moment all three of them savored. "I can feel this anywhere, but I wanted to be here to help with the rest."

"H-help?" he wondered, but sensation overwhelmed that thought. Stephanie consumed ever more of his attention, holding him deep in her mouth and throat without moving at all. He would have thought it uncomfortable, even harsh, but through Xin he understood she was in heaven. So was he, and Rose at his side sharing their sensations. She leaned in and gasped with him as the tight warmth of Stephanie's throat sent him over the edge.

Deep spasms rocked all three while their bodies held in place. Kyle came hard in Stephanie's throat with his hips and legs frozen in place. She welcomed and consumed while barely moving. Her nerves and her mind came alive with the euphoria of his altered biology. Rose moaned into his shoulder and neck while throbbing delight overtook her core much like Stephanie... only as she said, she didn't have to move at all to make it happen.

It wasn't a brief orgasm for any of them. It wasn't low in volume, either. Kyle pumped and came, feeling like a god. For the moment, the women clinging to him felt much the same way about him.

"Wow," he breathed when it was over. "Thank you."

"Mmh-hm," Stephanie moaned dreamily, her mouth slowly moving again to savor him.

[We just cleared up some minor health problems and added ten years of vitality and beauty to her life] Xin told him. [She'll be on a high from this for days. She says thank you, too.]