Theo Pt. 02

Could I justify asking her to stay?

And right there, I came to a decision. Sometimes these sorts of things feel momentous in the moment they happen. That a Course of Events has been Set into Motion, that From This Day Forth, and so on.

I felt none of that. It was a massive anti-climax: I just knew.

"Yeah."

She practically knocked me over with her embrace. She wrapped herself around me, burying her head into my chest. I brought my arms around her and kept her close to me, clutching her tightly, and in that moment, where my arms and hands became coated with cum that had soaked through her shirt onto her skin, where my shirt was stained with tears, I knew I could figure out the powers that had been granted to me, and ensure that I didn't hurt anyone else again.

These moments, the comfort, providing the place of solace, the complete absence of all things contrived. The sheer honesty of pouring into each other, of having lived through trauma together, of having explored new and wonderful facets of sexuality, of exploring each others dreams. This was what I would hold in mind as I lived. This was the standard I would hold myself to, and I would never falter.

I was so naive back then. I was so incredibly stupid.

"Theo?" she murmured in between suppressed sobs.

"Mm?"

"You, you can..do things. With your mind. You can alter the world, you can change people."

I was silent.

"Do you think you could get us into a shower without anyone noticing?" A small giggle broke through her crying, and she pulled back from me a little to wipe her eyes. "I look like a wreck and your jizz is all over me." I laughed, relieved, feeling some of the tension dissipate, and kissed her. After such extensive adventures in the realm of dreams, it was very strange to kiss in real life. None of the exaggerated emotions, none of the amplified sexuality or the fuzziness. Just a kiss.

Just a sweet, wonderful kiss.

"I think I could manage that."

And so with the aid of some perceptive filters around us we walked out of the alcove past several guests who took no notice of us, including Declan and Luka who were in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone else who had stayed. The bathroom was locked and I wasn't sure if there was another one, so we waited outside.

Stella was blushing. "You're sure they can't see us?" She pointed to the people lounging on the untainted sofas in the living rooms. Oh - shit, I'd definitely gotten cum all over the couch we'd slept on. In another experiment, I sent my awareness over to the sofa on which we'd slept and directed my cum to sink deep into the cushions where it wouldn't be seen or stain. I supposed it might smell but didn't think too much about it. The manipulation was surprisingly easy - perhaps because the subject originated from me? Something to consider.

"I think they would have said something by now, my dear," I said soothingly.

She nodded. "True enough." We waited some more. "You couldn't like, unlock the door and just shove whoever is in there out, could you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. Honestly, I probably could. I'll explain more later, but, I'm under a day into this shit. I could try but honestly..." the weight of the night pressed down on me. I was tired. "I'd just like to be normal for a second." She smiled sympathetically and hugged me tightly, nuzzling my arm. We stayed there a moment, with my eyes closed, I let her comfort me. I don't know the extent to which she understood what had happened between us, but was very glad that whatever mixture of her own lack of understanding and empathy was allowing her to reassure me.

She kissed my shoulder. "Just us two normal kids, hanging out without pants in the corner by the bathroom over here, being invisibly normal..."

And she had a sense of humor too. Great.

The door opened and a man walked out without appearing to notice us. I remarked to Stella as he left that he hadn't washed his hands.

"Wow, can you just sense that about people? Can you, like, sense their cleanliness?" She mock-gasped. "You're never allowed in my room."

"Well, yeah, if I wanted to, probably, although in this particular instance I just didn't hear a faucet run."

She rolled her eyes and punched me in the shoulder lightly, then took me by the hand and led me into the bathroom.

Ch.15: The Fluidity of Running Water, The Humidity of Steam

The bathroom was huge - probably three or so times bigger than mine. A vast mirror faced opposite the entrance, spanning almost the entirety of the wall.

"Wow, somebody likes to look at themselves," she said.

"Can't blame them. Some people just need to be appreciated for how beautiful they are," I replied, staring at her pointedly.

"Oh, stop it. Come on, as much as I enjoy feeling your jizz congeal on my back..."

I made a disgusted face. "Yuck. For the record, I'm sorry about cumming all over you while you slept." I could barely keep a straight face, and when she stared at me, obviously not believing me, I started to crack up.

"Okay, fine, it's fucking hilarious and I don't regret a thing."

"Ha. Ha. Ha," she said sarcastically. "One day, Theo, I'm going to get you back."

"Oh no, I'm so scared, Stella's going to jizz all over me with her huge cock."

She walked past the bathtub and opened the glass door into the shower stall, taking off her bra and tossing it to the floor, and oh my God her breasts were enormous. It was the first time I'd seen them bare in real life, I realized. I wasn't disappointed. Shapely, surely supported by some sort of invisible string as they stood perky on her chest.

After fiddling with the temperature she eventually was satisfied as the huge shower fixture blanketed her skin with hot water. I was content to watch her soap herself for a while. She was sexing it up, too. Bending over, exposing her ass to me, spreading her legs revealing her pussy and lightly playing with it before turning around and pushing her tits together, causing water to collect and splash on them as she pursed her lips together. My dick hardened and I lost all thoughts of everything else but her. She began to disappear behind the steam from the shower condensing on the glass, and I, growing incredibly jealous of the soapy suds which adorned her body, began to formulate a plan.

I took off my shirt and walked over to the bathtub, turning on only the hot water. She looked at me quizzically as I approached the shower stall and entered with her. The shower stall was a turquoise tile and there were a couple metal bars to hold onto.

"Why the bath? We're already taking a shower," said Stella as she turned to the wall to scan the available shower products on the hanging shelf. I could smell the fresh coconut-citrus of her skin. Her wet hair was pulled back and then draped over her shoulder. I have never before seen water mix so agreeably with a woman before - there was a sensuous fluidity to her revealed in the myriad water droplets affixed to her pale surface that invited one to dive in and feel the contours and bends of her skin.

I stood at the shower entrance, and saw her select a pomegranate shampoo and then lather it into her hair. She glanced at me again but I made no move to walk into the stream of the water. I just rested against the glass door and enjoyed the view as the lather in her hair was cast down into the drain. As she turned back to the selection of products, the sight of her magnificent ass begging for attention raised my already somewhat erect cock to full length, and I started jerking it slowly. Without turning, she asked:

"Theo? The bath?"

"Because, Stella," I slowly approached her, feeling the hot water pour over me, and rested my rock hard cock on top of her butt, grabbing her hips tightly. "You're going to need a long, relaxing soak after I fuck you."

She froze, then began to turn around, and though I held her body firm, her head craned toward me and she wrapped an arm around my neck as she contorted herself, rather flexibly, and drew me in for a kiss, swirling our tongues together. I drew my hips back a little and as she continued to kiss me I put my flattened hand against her pussy and rubbed it in long, slow circles.

"Ohh...Mmm, yeah..That feels nice.." Her hips pressed into me in a series of rythmic undulations, matching the tempo of the circles I massaged into her wet pussy. Her lips were so smooth and delicate, I felt like I could toy with her forever. But I knew what I wanted to do was far more than this.

As I caressed her pussy in this way, I, having some idea of what I wanted to do but mostly going on a whim, honed my attention in on the circular motions I was making, and captured their essence with my mind. Holding that feeling of long, slow, gentle but firm pressure in a circular orbit clear in my mind, I brought my other hand to her large, soft breasts, letting my fingers graze across her pelvis and her stomach as they made the journey up her torso. She kissed me with renewed energy, shuddering mildly at the delicate touch.

Then, without thinking too much about it and letting my feeling of her body and of the motions I'd examined guide me, I fondled her tits. As I did so, I worked into them the same sensation of the circular massage that I was keeping up against her pussy, and with a brief concentration of my will, cemented that feeling on her chest such that as I withdrew my hand from her breasts, she still felt as if they were being caressed.

The tricky part was to not leave a monotonous sensation on her: applying this feeling to her tits was nice but if it was the same pattern at the same speed and with the identical firmness, she would grow tired of its repetitive nature. I'd had to examine the motion I'd captured in my mind, and understood its framework.

It's hard to explain. Think of it in terms of a mild telekenesis, where I created a series of kinetic pressures with my hand on her pussy, captured it with all its sexual connotations and nuances, and then gave it a degree of autonomy (derived from my own - the feeling of hands on her tits would feel like my hands and would improvise as I would) and let it roam over her both of her breasts at the same time.

Something clicked in her mind, and she broke away the kiss to look at me with a passionate, burning desire tinted with confusion.

"Theo...there are three hands massaging me right now...Mmm..."

"Mhmm.."

I slipped a finger into her pussy but continued the circular motions, teasing the first inch of her canal with small gyrations as I kept up the circles on her labia and clit. I caressed the contour of her body with my free hand, starting at her shoulder and following her ribcage, her stomach, and ending with my hand on her hip.

"This...Is Am-Amazing, Theo... Ohhh, please, I want to feel you inside of me," she said around moans of pleasure and satisfaction.

"Stella, I want you to know how badly I want you right now. How every moment that I'm not thrusting inside of you is an eternity of sexual frustration."

"Oh..Theo..."

She pressed her butt into my hand further, but I slipped my finger out and she gave a frustrated whine.

"Theo, stop teasing, just fuck-oh!"I'd slapped her ass, not terribly hard but with enough force to startle her. She turned around and I drank up the desire in her eyes.

"Stella," I said, moving my pelvis to her ass, and my dick grazed past beneath her pussy, "Spread your legs."

She widened her stance accordingly and for good measure I gave the other cheek a slap, her ass was so big and round it was practically begging for it, and if you want to criticize me for saying that the form of another never begs violence, you have never looked at a person and needed more than anything to join your skins together. It was a smack born of a need to feel her and that I couldn't afford to wait the half second to be gentle.

She gave a small cry of surprise, but she was enjoying the mild pain. It's actually a scientific fact, that for evolutionary reasons you can probably imagine, in states of intense sexual stimulation some degrees of pain are conflated with pleasure in the brain. Stella liked it a little rough.

I checked in on her tits and they were still being felt up wonderfully - I was pleased to note the autonomy I had lent to the sensations had led them to pinch and twirl her nipples lightly, to her great pleasure. She moaned as I squeezed her butt with my hands.

"Ohh, Theo. Fuck you're good. Fuck this is soooo goooddd-Ohhh!" I'd dropped soundlessly to my knees and buried my face between her ass. I smelled it all, so clean and still so musky, my nose resting against her pussy, flecked my tongue out in quick, darting strokes against her labia.

"Oh shit, Theo, yeah, lick my pussy baby...mmmm.."

I was happy to oblige her and with long licks from my tongue pressed flat against her, I worked her pussy into a passionate furor. If you've never had a girl push her pussy into you, onto your mouth, your hand, your dick, you are missing out on one of the most supremely wonderful feelings on this Earth. You feel so wanted, so gratified.

I steadily worked my way past her outer lips and into the inner folds of her pussy with my tongue and once there, I pushed my tongue into a point and traveled down from the entrance to her sex to her clit and made slow, maddening circles there.

"Theo, I'm going to cum, don't stop, don't stop, ohhh, yesss!!" Her ass almost swallowed me whole as her orgasm shook her entire body. Her legs quaked and to prevent her from slipping I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pushing my face harder into her pussy which she appreciated with a series of moans and gasps.

While she still rode the wave of her orgasm, I captured the feeling I'd induced in her when I'd toyed my tongue around her clit, and then, as I stood up, kept it going, according it the same independence I'd given to the massage on her tits.

So it was that as Stella crashed down from the ecstasy of her orgasm in the shower, I was playing with both of her tits and making circles around her clit when I grabbed her hips firmly and easily slid my cock all the way inside of her. As we made love for the first time in the real world, the rest of her body was aflame with stimulation - her entire body was being fucked by me.

Holy fuck this felt good. Her pussy was so warm and still contracting from the orgasm she'd just had, so as I began to thrust into her it was as if her pussy was milking me at the same time as I plunged deeper and deeper inside of her.

"Oh, fuck, Stella.."

"Theo, my god...don't stop, don't stop..Deeper! Fuck me deeper!." She'd had her hands pressed on the wall before but now she moved them to the vertical metal bars for better support.

I increased the fervor with which I thrust inside of her, my knuckles whitening around her hips.

"Smack my ass Theo!"

A sharp crack resounded in the bathroom as I brought my hand to her large, pale globe. She cried out and bucked her hips against me, and I felt my orgasm coming soon. I kept pouring myself into her harder and harder, smacking her ass again and again, crying out, "Oh Stella! Oh fuck!", matching her euphoric moans.

Suddenly, as my intensity approached a climax, I had a moment of total lucidity. Our sex, the entirety of it, was laid bare before my mind. Her own feelings of stimulation: my tongue around her clit, my hands on her tits, pinching a nipple, my strong cock pounding into her. The aftershocks of her first orgasm, the approach of a second. Even the subconscious thoughts not surfacing, the memories of her last boyfriend fucking her in the shower in a similar position, a fleeting worry about the people outside hearing us. The different levels and degrees of her pleasure was made bare to me.

As were my own. I saw how my desire for control was fulfilled when I slapped her ass. How my desire to be loved was satisfied when she pressed into me, and when she said my name with longing and lust. A degree of pride for putting her sexual satisfaction first. I won't go into my own repressed thoughts because I avoided looking at them churning below the surface of my ecstasy - you can guess most of them.

And, not quite on a whim so much as following a feeling of unity which struck me as so absolutely correct as to be undeniably inevitable, I brought both of our individual sexual experiences together, in all the ways they were interacting and all the ways they were different. I took the pleasure in her mind and crushed it beneath my own, at the same time as the inverse happened and she smashed into mine.

I think we both blacked out - I dimly remember feeling my orgasm not just blotting out all my other thoughts but also overcoming every aspect of my being - I breathed our sex, my heart beat to the tune of our unison, my blood coursed only to thrust into her. Our beings had melded together as they shook and continued to shake, our bodies convulsing together in a dance only we knew the steps to, wave after wave of pleasure flowed through us as we lost ourselves to ecstasy.

I distantly felt the cum explode inside of her, and I heard her scream escalate until she couldn't make any more sound, and we shook on each other in this moment of colossal release until our mutual pleasure had exhausted itself and we crumbled to the shower floor in each others arms beneath the consistent stream of hot water.

Breathing rapid, shallow breaths, I looked down to see her looking into my eyes with such a state of shock and awe that I'd never seen in anyone before. We were silent for a while, before she spoke up.

"Theo, holy fuck," she whispered and shivered despite the hot steam, "what did you do?"

I traced her jawline with a finger, and parted some of her wild hair out of her face. "I - I don't really know."

"It was like, you just, the sex was great, it was amazing, you were touching me in so many places at once, I was just, in rapture..." She breathed out deeply and looked down at my deflating cock, taking it with her hand and playing around with it in an amusing, asexual manner before looking back up. "Then something, I don't know, it was like you were fucking my mind. But, not with your dick. With your mind." She giggled. "Is that weird?"

"Well, objectively, I think this entire thing has been pretty fucking strange. We're long past weird now. But, yeah. I was about to cum and then, I just saw our sex together as these two separate parts, joined in many places but distinct from each other. And I just," I brought my hands together in a "kaboom" gesture, "brought them together. I don't know. It was pretty fucking amazing though."

"Yeah. No kidding."

We sat there allowing the hot water and the steam to decompress our bodies, and slowly we settled back into ourselves. I had so many questions, like, what were longer term psychological ramifications of smashing our two experiences of sexuality together? Was this a neurological function? Was I destroying both my brain and hers in the name of sex? Epic, mind-blowing sex, sure, but still. This entire time I'd been acting very impulsively, considering only the short term effects of my actions.

And then, my Dad's voice came back into my head, and I grinned, and decided to enjoy the tits while I still had them.

"Want to soak in the tub with me?" I asked.

"Ugh - that sounds so nice. Let's just puddle together." She smiled up at me and we disentangled ourselves from each other and stood up. She did some stretches, I followed suit.

She turned off the shower and I opened the stall door to realize I'd completely forgotten to turn off the bathtub. It looked like it had been overflowing for a long while and water was starting to seep under the door and go outside.

"Oh, shit, Theo! Fuck!"