Karmina Ch. 04

"I was waiting for Stephanie." Kevin replied. "She said that wanted to give me a surprise, and that I should wait for her in the bedroom."

Dean snorted. Every party he'd been to there was something like this going on, a couple sneaking into the host's bedroom to fool around. Childish.

"Stephanie's downstairs, Kevin." said Willow. "She's talking to Tim."

Kevin looked crestfallen.

"She is?"

Willow gently shushed him and stroked his cheek.

"Ginsay." she whispered. Dean noticed that Kevin's face went completely blank, and he was completely still. Dean recognized that reaction, he'd seen it almost every day for a year. Kevin was under the same power that Dean had, but it was Willow's power. She had a word to put people under, just like him! Only it seemed hers worked on men.

"Kevin, you will go downstairs, and walk right up to Tim and Stephanie." Willow said to Kevin. "You will punch Tim in the face to knock him down, and then you will kiss Stephanie with all the passion and desire that you have within you. You are no longer a shy little boy. From now on you are a man, confident and content. Tell Stephanie how you feel."

After all of his instructions had been given to him, she told him to wake up. He did, and instantly he looked like a different person. Not a shy, mumbling boy, but a man filled with firm determination. He strode away downstairs, and out of sight.

"You have a word too!" Dean said, no longer able to hold in his surprise. Willow just smiled at him and nodded.

"I thought it would be easier to show you, rather than tell you." she said.

"Are you sure that it was a good idea to tell him to punch some guy in the face? That just sounds like it has way too much potential to go wrong."

"Oh, don't worry. Tim knows what's coming. I had a talk with him and he agreed to play out this charade for Kevin's sake. In reality it was Stephanie who asked Tim for help with Kevin. When Tim told me I talked with him, and we decided that this would be the best way to help them both."

"Wait, did you have a talk with Tim, or did you have a . . . 'talk' with him?"

The question made Willow laugh, and she put a hand on his chest, making his heart tingle with the electricity.

"Just a regular talk. It wouldn't work if I tried the other way on him anyway. Our words, as you call them, don't work on each other."

Willow read the expression on Dean's face after hearing that.

"That's right." she said. "There are more of us. Hundreds, maybe more."

"This is amazing! I have so many questions."

"Not right now." she said, and put a finger to his lips. "There's something more important that we need to help you with first."

With great confidence and ease, Willow put her hand on Dean's crotch, and gripped it firmly. The feeling of electricity that he felt every time he touched her was even more intense, but it also felt so good.

"How are you doing that?"

"It feels amazing, doesn't it?" she whispered in his ear. "Fiona told me about your little problem. I'm just touching you, nothing else. It always feels this way when one of us touches another."

At long last, after a month of trying and eventually giving up, Dean got a boner. Willow gripped it firmly through his pants, and moaned in his ear. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek and neck. Without really thinking about it, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her closer. Their lips were close to each other now, so close that neither one of them would have to move forward if they wanted to kiss. Dean wanted to kiss her, so very much. But he could tell that Willow was leading up to something, and that whatever it was would be fantastic, worth holding back on a little kiss at least.

"The tingle helps, doesn't it?" she whispered, pressing her body against his. Her hand was still on his raging member, straining against his pants. She stroked a little as she spoke. "But it's not the answer to your problem. You've made the same choices that all of us, especially the men, make when we discover our gift. We have the power to utterly and completely manipulate the opposite sex however we wish. That usually means we use it for easy sex."

Willow pulled Dean by his cock back into the bedroom, and he closed the door without realising it. He was rewarded with another smile from her.

"But that ultimately leads to forgetting what sex is really about, Dean."

She gripped the front of his shirt with both hands and ripped it open, scattering buttons all over the room. His chest exposed, Willow ran both her hands through the hair on it, and pulled the shirt and jacket of his suit down his arms, and dropping it on the floor.

"For the past year, sex for you has been about control." she said, taking off her own jacket. "You control your women into doing what you want, however you want it. It feels good to be in control, it's intoxicating and powerful. Even if you give back, make your women feel good, they're only feeling good because you tell them to. You know that, deep down, it's all you. You control them in every way."

She threw off her own jacket, and with one hand undid the buckle of her belt. Her jeans crumpled to the floor, and she stepped out of them, wearing only a slim bikini. In the dim light of the lamp by the bed, Dean could tell that she sunbathed nude. The music was thudding through the floor, he could feel it through his feet. The sound and feel of the music, and the sight of this wild woman in front of him, biting her lip as she stepped towards him, made him feel that nothing was really real. This couldn't possibly be real, could it?

Willow jumped up without warning and wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck. Dean stumbled, but caught her, and their lips met in a hot, furious embrace that made him weak at the knees. The electric tingle was strong, crackling when their tongues met, and sizzling over everywhere else. It was the most intense kiss Dean had ever had. Suddenly, Willow got down, breaking the kiss. She practically tore off Dean's pants, breaking the zipper, and almost swiping his feet out from under him as she threw them away. She'd managed to take his underwear off at the same time, and now he was completely naked with this woman. She threw him back onto the bed, stronger than she looked, and his erect cock stood straight up in the air. Willow smiled and laughed, deep and throaty, as she hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms, and let them fall to the floor. With one hand she pulled the string of her top at her back, and it too fell to the floor. With smooth movements she knelt down in front of the bed, tenderly gripping his rigid cock with her fingertips, and licked the entire length of it from base to tip. Dean's body jerked with the shock her tongue gave him.

"Sex is not about control, Dean." she whispered to him, licking his cock again with each breath. "You're very hard right now. Tell me, do you feel in control of this situation?"

"No." said Dean with a laugh. "I can honestly say that I do not feel in control right now."

Willow smiled, and kissed the glistening tip. It stung, but with intense pleasure instead of pain.

"Sex is about passion, and desire. Sex is emotion, raw and powerful. Sex is spiritual and personal. None of these things can be controlled, Dean. That's why control doesn't last. You need to set yourself free. You've been dominated by your own lust, and over time it's become empty of everything that gave it any meaning. Empty lust is nothing, and that's why your body has lost interest."

"Well that doesn't seem to be a problem anymore." said Dean. She smiled at him with genuine pleasure, and took the entire length of his cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping with obscene gulping noises. Dean almost came right then and there, but was somehow able to hold back. This was the most amazing feeling he could remember having, he didn't want to fall victim to the trap of premature ejaculation. he wanted this to last. His eyes were locked with her wide, beautiful untamed brown eyes.

Untamed. That was the word he'd been trying to think of. This woman was a free spirit, shameless and wild. That was what made her so exciting, so exotic and sexy. She took her time sucking his dick, savouring every moment. She deep throated it, brushing her lips against his pubic hair, and gagged a little bit as it was squeezed by the back of her throat. When she pulled back she coughed, and his dick was covered with gooey, stringy saliva. Willow smiled as it strung out between her wet lips and the head of his cock, then slurped it back up as she swallowed his cock again, bobbing her head up and down and sucking hard. Dean was groaning loudly and writhing on the bed. It was a real struggle to hold back on his building climax. Luckily Willow was just as good at holding him back as she was at sucking dick. When she felt him get too close, she would pinch the skin at the base of his dick, or bite the head of it just enough to hurt, before carrying on. At one point she took his wet dick in her hand and jacked him off as she took his balls in her mouth, rolling each one around with her tongue and sucking on them. After that she started to tenderly and lovingly suck on just the head, swirling her tongue around it again and again. Dean couldn't help himself, he put both his hands on her head, lacing his fingers through her dreads. She didn't stop him, but intensified her administrations, and Dean was moaning even louder. She kept going right up until the point where Dean was about to lose control, and at that moment, Dean didn't care if he did. Willow was making him feel as good as he ever did, and he was about to cum for the first time in months. Why bother holding back? However, before he could finish, she stopped, and started blowing gently on his dick, wet with her spit. The cold rush helped cool him down, and settle his rising climax. Both of them were breathless from the experience.

"That was completely amazing." he said, and Willow laughed.

"I'm glad I could help." she said. She crawled onto the bed, crawling over him. Dean caught a glimpse of the unshaven mound between her legs. At that moment Dean realised that he'd never been with a girl with such a hairy bush before. Seeing one now added to the excitement. He could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against her smooth flat belly, then the rough feeling of her pubes, and finally the hot tingling wetness of her moist pussy. Both of them shuddered and sighed with the feeling of it. Dean had to remember that whatever she was doing to him, he was probably doing to her as well.

"But now the time for talking is over. Hold on to something, Dean." she said, and with expert ease lowered her hips down, letting her moist pussy slip neatly down the length of his cock. At that moment, the universe was separated into two parts. One part was just Dean and Willow in the bed, and the other part was everything else. The two of them were lost in the miasma of carnal, primal pleasure of each other's bodies.

Her hips were moving to the beat of the music still throbbing below them. Their faces were buried in each other's necks, and occasionally one of them would kiss or lick, or even bite the skin there. Willow was leaning heavily on her elbows on either side of Dean's head, her fingers tangled with his hair as she pumped her ass up and down. Dean's hands were free to roam all over Willow's tight, smooth skin. Sometimes he gripped her generously shaped ass cheeks. He reached back and slapped her bobbing ass, and was rewarded with a small squeal from her, and she bit his neck in response. It felt good when she did it, so he did it again. She groaned and lifted her head to kiss him hard. He lifted his other hand to slap her other ass cheek, and she gasped, biting his lower lip.

Downstairs the music had changed. It was slower now, but still loud and with lots of bass that beat through the floor. Willow sat up, grinding her hips to the new rhythm. Her eyes were closed now, lost in her own body, but Dean's eyes were wide open. He drank in the sight of her, at her bronze skin glistening with sweat. Her modest breasts were jiggling with every movement, and he reached up to take them both in his hands. They filled his hands neatly, like they were made for him. She smiled, her eyes still closed, and put her hands over his, pressing them hard against her chest. He squeezed her soft, supple breasts, and she moaned approvingly. He raised his knees off the bed, sliding his feet closer to himself, and she leaned back against his thighs. In this position Dean could thrust upward to meet her grinding hips. He managed to detach one hand from her chest, and move straight to her bushy crotch. He found her hard clit with his thumb and began rubbing it back and forth. Willow's moans reached a new octave, and she started to pinch her nipple hard, pulling on it. Dean did the same with her other breast, copying her, and started to rub her clit even faster. Willow's breath was coming in short, shallow breaths now, and her hips were moving with increased urgency. She was about to cum, he could tell. He smiled and rubbed harder, getting another squeal out of her.

The music changed again. Now it was faster than the first song. Willow's eyes snapped open, and she smiled broadly as she leaned forward again. This time, instead of resting on her knees, she hiked one leg up so that her foot was planted by his side. She was still on one knee, leaning all the way forward so that their faces were close once more, but now she had the leverage with her other leg to push herself down even faster. Pushing up with one leg, and down with the other in rapid succession, Willow was able to match the beat of the new song. Her ass was moving like a piston, up and down again and again with even, solid strokes. The change in tempo drove both of them crazy, and their eyes were locked together, glassy with the overload of pleasure they were receiving from the other. Willow's fingertips were stroking Dean's face as she worked her ass up and down, and Dean could feel his orgasm, the first one in months, rising to the surface once again. He grabbed her face with both hands, his fingers gripping the back of her neck, and kissed her. She kissed back, eagerly, and her breathing got faster as she neared her own climax as well.

And then it happened. It snuck on both of them, at exactly the same time. Willow pushed herself down onto his dick as hard as she could, and Dean thrust up equally hard. Both of them screamed with the release of pent up pressure. Willow's pussy went into spasm, clenching Dean's cock, and Dean could feel jet after jet of his semen shoot out of him and into her. It went on for more than thirty seconds, and Willow milked his throbbing cock by grinding her pelvis into him again and again. As it faded Dean blacked out, and he knew no more.

***

The sound of birds woke Dean, and he opened his bleary eyes to see watery light of an overcast morning through the window. His left arm was cold outside the covers, so he tucked it back in. His other arm was very warm indeed, and he turned his head to see why. Willow was asleep, snuggled up to him with her arms and legs entangling him. His left arm was wrapped around her.

After the initial feelings of contentment and satisfaction that came with waking to find a hot girl in his bed, Dean was caught in the eternal conundrum. Let her sleep, or risk waking her to pee? He struggled with it for ages until finally his bladder won out, and he got up. As he stumbled his way naked through the hallway to find the bathroom, he heard noises from downstairs. Someone was in the kitchen, cooking. After taking care of business in the bathroom, he threw on his pants and shirt from where they lay on the bedroom floor. The shirt wouldn't close because the buttons were missing, and he had to hold his pants up because the zipper was broken. Dean grinned. What a crazy night.

He went downstairs, holding his pants together with one hand, and went to investigate the activity in the kitchen. It was Fiona, standing by the stove wearing nothing but an extra-large t-shirt and the sweet delicious smell of bacon wafting through the air.

"Since when did you become a cliché of the morning after?" he asked. She turned to smile at him, her eyes glancing at his bare chest and broken pants. Her smile got bigger at the sight, and then she went back to cooking.

"Back home it's a stereotype that American women cook bacon in a man's shirt the morning after sleeping with him. I didn't want to disappoint."

"Hmm, but we didn't sleep together. Do I still get bacon?" he said, and she laughed.

"Don't worry there's enough for everybody. A few people stayed over last night. I noticed you and Willow hit it off. I'm glad to see that she was able to help with your little problem."

Boy did she ever, he thought.

"What about you?" he asked. "You obviously got lucky last night. Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name's Tim. He's. . ."

"He's Willow's friend." he finished for her.

"Exactly, how did you know?"

"She mentioned him last night. Briefly."

"You were obviously very preoccupied last night. I'm surprised you got any talking in at all."

The two of them chatted for a while, and before long the sounds of breakfast and the enticing smell of bacon roused everyone else, and they all gradually converged on the kitchen. There were two more couples besides Dean, Willow, Fiona and Tim. They were a little hungover, but happy. One guy went to the fridge to get a beer for the hair of the dog. He held one up for Dean; he nodded so the guy tossed one over to him. Everyone joined in on the banter, and everyone was having a good time. No one had anything to do that day, so everyone was completely relaxed and content with standing around, eating bacon, drinking beer, and laughing. It was a good morning, Dean thought, and he could see the possibility of a barbeque in the near future.

Someone wrapped their arms around him from behind, and he knew it was Willow.

"Thank you for last night." she whispered in his ear.

"I should be the one thanking you." he said to her.

"Believe me, it was just as much fun for me as it was for you."

She pulled him gently aside, away from the kitchen and into another room. It was the living room, where the dancing had been last night. She was back in her pants and jacket, but not her bra. Her jacket did a barely adequate job of concealing her bust from view, but it was still fun to look at. She had to lift his chin to look at her face before continuing.

"I'm glad I was able to help you last night, Dean."

"Me too." he said with a smile.

"But I don't want you to think that this means anything other than one friend helping another."

"Wait. Is this the 'let's just stay friends' talk?"

"Ha! Yes, I suppose it is. You're not the first one I've helped overcome their addiction to control. In the past they've sometimes taken it to mean that we were meant to be together."

Dean laughed, surprising her.

"Willow, you are an intoxicating, powerful, beautiful and untamed woman." he told her, and he actually succeeded in making her blush. "But even I can see this for what it is. Thank you for your help."

She smiled, relieved, and kissed him one last time.

"But remember, that if you ever feel you've lost touch and need some help again," she slipped a scrap of paper into his free hand, "call me."

For most of the day everyone hung around being lazy together. Around lunchtime they all started getting hungry again, and a barbeque was mentioned, and embraced as an excellent idea. Dean grinned in mild satisfaction of a job well done. A grill was procured, and food was acquired, and the entire day was spent eating, talking, drinking and laying around being happy.

It was by far the best day of Dean's life.