The Designer Pt. 02 Ch. 19

Carmen nodded, understanding, and Alyssa continued, "Jeremiah and I will be uncovered, but he can adjust my self-control, and I can monitor him and help him with his control. You four will be in a center location, and Jeremiah and I will walk in opposite directions, scanning the minds and observing."

"Are you okay with that, Kelly?" I asked, "We won't do it unless you feel comfortable. There might be many more people at the mall than were around the pool last night."

Kelly nodded, and smiled, 'Yeah, I think I can do it. Now that I know it's not limited to just us, I better understand what happened last night. It felt like a series of waves, each getting bigger. I must have misinterpreted it as our own desire. Not the arousal of more people around us. It makes more sense to me, knowing that it affected other people."

I understood what she meant. When I had awakened and used my powers for the first time, I had no idea how it worked, or what I had done. It took experiments with Alyssa to help me understand the capabilities of my powers.

It will be good practice for me too," Alyssa said, "A mall will be a challenge, so much noise. I need to be able to filter things out, and that will give me a chance to practice that."

"And I need some new clothes," Jenn said with a laugh. "Can we just go already?"

We all laughed, the girls started cleaning the dishes, while I told them about my call to Uncle Thomas. They sounded excited about a lake vacation and the possibility of a boat. Jenn was actually happy not to go right back to Pullman. She slid next to me, and hugged me tight.

"The more I think about it," she said, "The more I want to put that life behind me. I don't need anything there anymore. My clothes won't fit. I don't know what I want to study in school. Maybe it's possible to just not go back?"

"We need to get you disenrolled," Alyssa said honestly, "We need to let your landlord know you won't be coming back. We need to settle your back rent. We need to be adults about this, Jenn."

She nodded, resignedly "You're right, Alyssa," then sighed, "Sometimes adulting is hard. You're right though, I guess I'm caught up in how wonderful this new life feels. But we can wait to go back? Can't we?"

Alyssa smiled and leaned to kiss the top of Jenn's head, "Yes, we can wait. I want to escape with all of our family for a bit too."

I walked over to the lodge and talked to the manager. I told him we were going into town, but wanted to have a spot when we returned later. He assured me it shouldn't be a problem, the campground cleared out on Sunday nights. I asked if we could move to a more remote spot.

"Wouldn't you want to be near the pool?" he asked, "I can keep your current spot reserved."

"I'll let you know when we get back from the mall," I said, a good soak in the jacuzzi sounded good, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to risk another campground orgy.

I got directions to the mall, and headed back to the camper. I strapped into the passenger seat, and Carmen drove us out of the campground and towards the mall.

Present: Zac

Monday morning. Who ever invented Monday morning should be shot. My exhaustion might have been influenced by texting after midnight with Beth. We agreed no sleep overs, but sexting wasn't discussed. It wasn't the same as having her with me, but it was good enough. We shared some selfies via a secure app, and sent virtual kisses good night. Technology to the rescue!

I showered and dressed, and as usual was running late as I went through the kitchen heading towards my car. Carmen stepped in front of me with an orange and a bagged lunch.

"You need to eat, Zac," she said, "You'll need your strength."

She smiled and winked, and I blushed but hugged her and kissed Carmen on the cheek accepting her offerings.

"Thanks Carmen," I said, "I'm a growing boy."

"Eye-yi-yi," she laughed, "TMI, Zac! Get going, I'm sure Beth is waiting for you."

I blushed, not intending the innuendo, which made her laugh harder. I walked out into the spring air, and got into my car and drove to school. Student parking was a mess, so I had a long hike, because I got there just before the bell. I walked swiftly, looking around for Beth.

We had different first periods, but I wanted to at least see Beth before class. Since I was running late, I didn't have time to stop by my locker. I knew Beth's was right beside mine, so I took a route that would bring me close. I smiled as I saw her looking over the tops of the other students heads at one of the junctions of the hall.

She smiled when she saw me, and moved towards me. I swerved past another girl and we hugged quickly. Her kiss felt special as she said hello.

"I'm late," I said, "Some brazen hussy kept me up all night texting me naked pictures."

She giggled, and blushed, "She should be punished," she blurted, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Really?" I asked, not really having time for this, nor the tightening of my jeans as she leaned closer.

"Really," she whispered in my ear, "she sounds like a bad girl."

She licked my earlobe, which didn't make the pants situation any better. Then she was rushing down the hall to make her class. I sprinted down to my class, which was a bit awkward with a semi-rigid erection. I burst into my classroom just before the bell.

"Safe," I said making a hand gesture.

"Take your seat, Mr. Jackson," Ms. Little said with a smirk.

I looked at her, and nodded obediently. I made my way to my seat in the middle of the room. What Ms. Little was wearing didn't help the pants situation. Ms. Little was a younger teacher, only a few years out of college. She had bronze hair, not red like Lexi's but a lovely shade of reddish brown hair that complemented her fair complexion. While her name was Little, her bust was not, which made for frequent locker room jokes. She also wore a sleek pencil skirt that hugged her tight bottom, and accentuated her calves.

I loved Beth, she was the only girl for me, but I am also an eighteen year old boy. I have my share of schoolboy fantasies, and Ms. Little featured prominently in many of them. Adjusting my crotch under my desk, I pulled out the American History book and opened it to the chapter we were studying. By the time I lifted my head back up, I noticed that Ms. Little was staring at me.

This was a bit different. I looked at her and smiled. She smiled, then blinked, as if caught in a daydream. She looked away, cleared her throat and started her lecture. I shook my head, and forgot about it as I focused on my studies. I noticed that quite a few of the other girls would turn around and look at me during the start of the lecture. Their eyes flicking away when I made eye contact.

I thought, "Tres weird," reminded that Lexi often used that phrase.

The class settled down as Ms. Little lectured, and my pants situation lessened. The room had seemed a bit warm at the beginning of class, now felt more cool. "Must have been my sprint to the class," I reasoned, "I did make quite the entrance."

I answered a few questions, then felt my phone buzz in my trouser pocket. Looking around to find Ms. Little, I noticed she was on the opposite side of the class, back turned and writing on the board. Her ass caught my eye, as I slipped the phone out and checked the screen. A text image from Beth.

Beth's first class was homeroom, she usually used the free time she had to catch up on homework. Today she used her free time to send me an upskirt shot of her panties. I blushed as I saw she was wearing my favorite color, blue. The pants situation worsened again, and the room's temperature began to rise.

I clicked off the phone, and stuffed it back in my pocket, "Focus," I said to myself,

"She has pretty panties," the girl behind me said, leaning to speak in my ear. Then her breath slowly washed over my flesh.

I blushed and turned around. It was Shannon, one of the more popular girls in the school. Going out with the popular jocks, she usually didn't have two seconds to waste talking to me, let alone blow in my ear.

"Yeah," I said and blushed, "Thanks."

"Beth's?" she said with a raised brow.

I nodded, a bit put back to know that Shannon had noticed who I hung out with. I didn't think I was on her radar.

"Pretty," she repeated, "Mine are pink today, and lacy. She should find a nice lacy pair."

I didn't quite know what to say to that confession. I shyly nodded, and turned back to the front of the class. Ms. Little was looking at me, with the same look she had when I came into class. I shifted in my seat, and my fingers straighten out my crotch. The thought of Shannon wearing pink panties, still flashing through my mind.

"See me after class, Mr. Jackson," Ms. Little said, "and see if you can pay attention for the next 15 minutes."

"Yes, Ma'am," I said, her stern reprimand and the embarrassment made the trouser situation disappear.

I heard Shannon chuckle, then lean and whisper to her friend, Brooke, who was sitting beside me. Her friend giggled. They remained quiet, then a slip of paper was tossed on my desk by Brooke. I gave her a cold look, I didn't need to get into any more trouble with Ms. Little.

Brooke smirked at me. She had dark black hair, her pixie cut made her look like an evil elf. She hung out with Shannon's crowd. She knew she was hot, and didn't mind flaunting it. She just nodded at her folded note. I opened it slowly and read it.

"I'm not wearing any." she had written, adding a smiley face under the text.

I did a double-take, and then blushed. She shifted her legs, moving one over the other. Her body twisted towards me. She was wearing a plaid skirt that exposed about a hand's breadth of thigh, at the limit of the school's dress code. She raised her eyebrow at me.

I pulled out my pencil, and scribbled a reply, "Bullshit. Prove it!" and tossed it over to her desk.

I stayed put in my desk, trying to find the place in the book. I looked up and watched Ms. Little draw on the board, and copied her list into my notes. Then I heard a pencil drop on the floor between me and Brooke.

"Shoot," said Brooke with a lilt in her voice, "Dropped my pencil. Can you reach it Zac?"

The desks we had were the kind with an arm on one side, that curved to have a small writing place. They were big enough for a book, or a notebook, not both. People were always knocking off pencils and other objects onto the floor.

I slipped to a knee and grabbed the pencil, and turned to hand it to Brooke. She coughed slightly and her hand was on the edge of her desk, her finger pointing down. I followed and saw that she had spread her thighs apart and had scooted on the edge of her desk. He bare pussy was shaved and exposed. A glint of moisture on one of her protruding lips.

I blinked and looked up at her, handing her back her pencil.

"Like what you see?" she asked, with a lick of her lips.

Pants Situation: Critical!

I felt the room glow and her pupils flared as she drew in a breath.

Then I remembered what my mother said at breakfast Sunday morning. She had some power and she thought I might too. I might have the ability to cause arousal in others. I blinked and didn't know what to do, or say. I nodded and slipped back into my desk.

Brooke let out a small moan and shifted in her seat. I tried to forget what I'd just seen. Did you know when you purposefully try to not think something, you end up thinking about it? Constantly. I closed my eyes, and tried to think of blackness. Didn't help, the blackness formed itself into the outline of Brooke Taylor's pussy lips.

I felt Shannon's fingers slide along my spine, and then to my shoulder. She leaned closer and whispered, "New cologne, Zac? You smell good."

"Ummm, no," I said, trying to think of anything but Shannon's pink panties.

The bell rang, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I thought of dry sand, ice, a deck of cards, pickles, flowers.. Dammit, those last two didn't help. I closed my eyes and waited until I heard their desks move signaling they were going to their next class. Then opened my eyes.

Ms. Little's little black dress was right in front of me, and I looked up my eyes tracing her lovely curves. I might have stayed a bit too long around her breast area, which didn't help. She crossed her arms over her breasts a bit too late, I'd seen that her nipples were hard. That made the pants situation go towards the red. I looked up in her eyes, a pale shade of blue, that made her look amazing with her dark auburn hair.

"I.. I'm sorry, Ms Little," I managed, "I didn't mean to disrupt your class."

"I appreciate the apology, Zac" she smiled, "I know you know better. Shannon is a tease, you should ignore her."

I nodded, now that it was just her and I, I felt like I had more control. I looked up at her, her smile was pleasant, but not inviting.

"The AP Exam is right around the corner," she said, "You need to be paying attention to the lectures. I know the material is obscure, but reading before class helps. Did you read this weekend?"

I blushed, remembering what had happened this weekend, "No, I had a pretty hectic weekend, actually. I'm sorry, I'll be more prepared tomorrow."

"Okay, Zac," she said, "Be sure to ask me if you have any questions. You'd better head to your next class."

She was standing so close to my desk, that it was hard to stand up without brushing against her. She stood her ground, and I stood up, I was about six inches taller than her. I wanted to go out through the front of the class. She stood up and just lifted her head, her hands crossed over her chest, and inhaled.

"Did she just sniff me?" I thought to myself and turned around, and headed out the back of the class.

I headed towards my locker, and Beth was waiting for me. I wrapped her up in a hug and kissed her. She pressed her body against mine, and all I wanted to do was find the closest maintenance closet. I found some semblance of self-control, and pushed back from the kiss.

"Oh, Zac," she asked, "You don't look well... you smell awesome though, new cologne?"

"I think I need to see the nurse," I said, "Or call my mom," I thought to myself.

"Okay," Beth smiled, "Text me when you find out what's up. Did you want to go to lunch?"

"Yeah," I said, "I do, very much," I smiled, "I'll text you between next class."

I wondered if I could push a thought, like Alyssa could, to back off on the upskirt texts. Her eyes widened a bit, then looked at me with a regretful look.

"Sorry about that,... picture," she said, "I was just thinking of you and this wonderful weekend."

"It's okay," I said, a bit surprised that it worked, "I just don't think we should do that in school, we could catch hell."

"You're right," she smiled, "I gotta run to class, good luck with the nurse."

I headed towards the nurse's office, and hoped she didn't realize her double entendre.

Past: Jeremiah

The mall was a huge set of buildings with department stores on four corners, ringed by large expansive parking lots. The mall traffic was light on Sunday morning, when we pulled in, probably most people were sleeping in, or at church. Carmen parked near the edge of the parking lot, sliding through two spaces. Even then the nose and the tail protruded slightly into the lanes between spots.

The girls had all dressed casually, Kelly and Jenn were wearing sundresses. Lexi had on hiking shorts and a tight tee-shirt. Carmen wore form fitting jeans and a white top. I chose shorts and a baseball t-shirt, while Alyssa was in her normal faded jeans, but a tight t-shirt instead of her normal oversized sweatshirt.

"You look good," I said to her, "Feeling more confident in your body?"

"I am," she said, "I liked the attention I got from other campers when I left the pool in that scandalous bikini. Besides, your work should be displayed and appreciated."

I chuckled, and looked at the five sexy women file out of the camper and walk towards the nearest department store. When we got inside, Kelly and Jenn peeled off to head towards the women's section, the high end department store was just what they needed. Alyssa reminded them to meet at the food court at noon. Carmen and Lexi headed towards the sporting goods store, and Alyssa and I held hands and walked along the upper deck of the mall.

"Which first?" I asked, "Electronics or books?"

"Let's just walk around for a bit," Alyssa said, looking at me with mischief in her eyes.

I thought I might be in for some trouble, but Alyssa just enjoyed having me to herself for awhile. We had been close friends for so long, the addition of more people into our daily lives had an interesting effect. We knew each other better than we knew any of the rest. In a way we'd become more casual in our interactions. Taking one another for granted. I enjoyed just walking with her, and people watching. The mall was quiet when we arrived, it seemed that we had the place to ourselves. As time passed the crowds slowly grew, as more and more people entered to shop.

Alyssa finally dragged me into the bookstore, to get away from the stream of people in the corridors. She pulled me back towards the more quiet sections, then backed against the stack of books, pulling me closer. I kissed her softly, and she returned the kiss.

"I miss..." she said blinking up at me, "just us, sometimes."

I nodded, "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Maybe at the lake we can find a day, just you and me?" she asked with a hopeful look.

"I think I need that," I said, "I need to be fair though, don't I?"

She chuckled, "Yeah, you probably do, and I love that you think that way. But Jeremiah," she said and paused, "You can do anything you like, and we'd be happy with it. You hesitate to take such control of us, I know. That's why, sometimes, I want you all to myself. I'm horribly selfish."

She smiled and kissed me again, her hands lifting around my neck. We kissed and enjoyed being close. Neither of us wanted to push beyond making out, but my cock disagreed, thickening in my shorts.

"I love that I do that to you," Alyssa said groping me, then she disengaged, and started walking down the aisle.

She paused at the end, looking back towards the checkout counter, where customers were waiting in line. Other customers milled about the aisles of books. I followed behind, the empty section we were in allowed me to fondle her ass while I looked over her shoulder.

"Just look at the people," she said, the pointed "Do you see that tiny asian girl?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah," I said then suddenly my hand wasn't fondling her ass, but at her lower back. I looked down and the asian girl was looking up at me with a smile. I shook my head and smiled.

"You are being a bit reckless," I said.

"I know," she said in a totally different voice, her tiny hand lifting to fondle my suddenly firmer erection, "Oh, I can tell you like the look?"

I looked around to make sure we were alone. The asian girl was probably 19 or 20, and was confident in her body, a tight tube top and a small mini skirt. My hand ran down under Alyssa's ass and lifted up the tiny mini-skirt. Her bare bottom was warm. She looked up at me and spread her firm brown thighs.

"Apparently, I dislike panties," she murmured as my finger traced bare pussy lips, and pushed forward to brush through a full bush of hair.

"Kinda sexy really," I said spreading her arousal as she softly moaned.

She pushed back my hand, then flipped back to Alyssa form, elbowing me in the gut playfully, "You should watch your hands, mister!"

I lifted a damp fingertip to my lips, and tasted it. It didn't taste like Alyssa at all, a bit more exotic and a hint of perfume. I offered the other finger to Alyssa who eyed it then stuck out her tongue to lick it and then sucked on the tip.

"Interesting," she said, "I didn't expect that. Tastes good, no?"