Unintended Attraction Ch. 08

Alexis's face went completely white.

Without saying anything she untangled herself from me, threw off the covers, and bolted out of the bed, showing me a flash of her pale ass as she ran out of my room. I stayed in bed, thinking that having me out there would only complicate matters. I could hear scrabbling and soft cursing as Alexis hurried through the house, collecting her discarded clothing. Then the sound of her feet padding urgently up the hall towards the bathroom. The shower started just as I heard the front door open.

It seemed like she made it, at least so far. A shower was a good idea, because there was no way anyone could look at her and think anything other than she had just been fucked out of her mind.

I could hear Ben entering the house; from the sounds of it he was juggling his luggage and the baby at the same time.

"Honey? Can you give me a hand?" I heard him call out, muffled through my closed door. I tracked him by ear, as he dumped some stuff in the living room, before making his way further into the house. He paused by my closed door, and I have to admit I got a bit nervous, my heart pounding. There was no reason for him to come in, or to suspect anything yet; but his wife had just been cuddled up to me mere minutes ago after all. I heard him mutter to himself when he realised she was in the shower, a tone of annoyance in his voice. I remembered then he had to head off to a meeting almost immediately after getting home - he probably wanted to relax before heading to work, not still be on child duty.

I was tossing up what to do when I heard the shower stop. Was it better for me to go outside, or to just stay in? On one hand, I had just had some pretty amazing sex, and had been on the verge of falling asleep when Ben arrived home. On the other, it would be in my own interests if I helped Alexis deal with the situation. Of course, the possibility was there that I would just make her nervous.

I got up and moved to the door, crouching and staring through the gap between it and the wall. I felt like an idiot, standing there in the nude, trying to see what was going on, but I wanted to get a bead on things before I decided what to do.

Alexis moved past my door, and I got a glimpse of her, hair still wet from the shower, dressed in a robe, as she proceeded into the living room. I couldn't see anyone any more, but I could still hear. Alexis greeted her husband, sounding normal enough, even if her voice was a bit higher pitched than usual.

"I thought you had forgotten I was getting home today." Ben joked, but there was still an edge of annoyance to his voice.

"I know, I'm sorry!" Alexis said. "I was up later than I expected and overslept. Here, let me take her."

She presumably took the baby off of Ben, and from the sounds of it moved to the kitchen. I guess she was keeping some distance from him. The rest of their conversation sounded civil enough, even though Ben was busy getting ready to leave again. I was quite impressed on how Alexis kept it together, not giving anything away at all. I really wanted to know what state of mind she was in. She had been on the verge of losing it when we had first awoken together, but then she had given in to me without too much resistance. I hadn't used any more of my ability, and she had been satisfied and content, at least until she heard her husband get home.

I moved back into my bed, mind racing, trying to figure everything out. It was all hypothetical at this point, but it helped pass the time. Perhaps Alexis giving in meant more than I thought ...

Before too long, I heard the front door go as Ben headed off to his meeting. I still didn't exit my room, happy to stay in bed for the moment, thinking things through. Then there was a timid knock on my door. It opened a crack, and Alexis poked her head in.

"Hey." She said softly.

"Hey."

She stood in my doorway, fidgeting uncertainly, clearly unable to decide whether she wanted to come in or not.

"How are you doing?" I asked her, genuinely curious. I couldn't get a read on what she was thinking.

"I'm a bit sore actually." She laughed out quietly, and then looked shocked by what she had said.

"You're welcome." I grinned wryly at her. That was promising.

Alexis smiled back, but then it wavered before fading completely. Tears began to well in her eyes, before they started making tracks down her cheeks. She sagged slightly, leaning against the doorframe.

"What are we going to do?" She sounded lost, her voice small and fragile.

Huh, that was a change. Before she had always placed the focus on herself, but now she had changed it to include both of us. It was a distinction that was very telling, suggesting that she at the very least considered us both culpable now. This actually made the next step in my plan easier, and more logical for her to follow. I didn't need or want for her to tear herself up about everything; if we were in this together she was more likely to listen to what I thought we should do, rather than her deciding on her own.

I got up out of bed, and moved over to her, enfolding her in a hug. She stiffened initially, perhaps because I still hadn't gotten dressed yet, but then she softened, melting into my arms. There was nothing sexual about it, not yet anyway; just Alexis taking some comfort from me.

"Alexis, I don't think I can stop what we have. I don't want to." I said to her, my mouth against the top of her head, her face buried against my chest, sniffling quietly. I reached down and gently placed my hands on her behind, cupping her buttocks. I wasn't groping her, just holding them firmly as if I had all the right in the world to do so. I hadn't intended to, I just couldn't help it.

She didn't flinch at all, not in the slightest. She let out a long sigh, and seemed to relax and calm down, as if my contact alone had made everything better.

"Me either." She said in a hushed voice. But then she continued, stronger. "But we have to. It's not just about me. I have a family. I can't just -"

"I know." I interrupted her. I took my hands off her ass, moving them to a more acceptable position along her back. I didn't want to, but it was for the best.

I could continue, I know I could. I could have my way with her however and whenever I wanted until I left. And she would thank me for it. Whatever her words, she was perfectly okay with my standing naked before her with my hands on her behind. That wasn't normal, not at all. I had clearly reached a new level with my ability, never mind that I didn't fully understand it at this time. Hell, Alexis didn't even seem to realise the contradiction.

Everything now depended on how I wanted this to go, how I wanted it to end. I didn't want to destroy her life, or hurt her any more than I already had. Whatever depraved plans I had made and enacted on her person, I still liked her. I still considered her my friend. My first real friend since high school actually. Circumstance when we had first met had led me to getting to know her as a person, something I had not done for as long as I had had my ability.

Of course, back then I had thought of it as a curse.

Alexis had been the catalyst for my taking that power and putting it under my control for the first time ever. The more I thought about it, the more it became apparent that I owed her a great deal. Which made what I had used her for seem like a really shitty thing to do in hindsight.

But I didn't regret it at all.

The memory of her giving in, of accepting me and riding me was something I was never going to forget. How she had reacted when I had called her a slut, spanked her ass ... I very much wanted to do that again, and much more.

But however horrible and selfish my decisions had been, I didn't think of myself as an awful person. I couldn't destroy her life on a whim. I had got what I had planned to do. I at least had to give her a chance to rebuild everything.

"We did say we'd pretend nothing ever happened after we left my room, right?"

"We did," She laughed, choking on it at the end. "But that was before -"

"Before we got distracted?" I teased gently.

"Yes, you bastard!" She laughed, a bit more genuinely this time, hitting me on the arm lightly.

"We still can."

"I know I said that." Alexis said slowly. "But can we really just pretend?"

"Look, we can't help this happening." I said, lying to her. "But it did, and there has to be a price." That she's paying. "I'll move out."

Alexis looked at me, shocked, like she had not ever considered that. After everything, what we had done last night and then this morning, it had still not occurred to her that things would change in any way. Was this another effect I had caused, or was I moving things along too fast?

"Move out?" She said quietly, sounding the words out.

"I think it would solve a lot of the problems, don't you?"

That started the strangest conversation I had ever had. I was standing naked, holding my married housemate, in the doorway to my room, gently walking her through the necessity of my leaving. That I even had to made me worry - had I affected her permanently? Regardless, she accepted it was necessary in the end, although she made no effort to leave my room when I finished. She stood there in my arms, looking up at me expectantly. I think she wanted me to initiate something with her, and I admit I was very tempted. Only the fact that I still hadn't recovered from the sex this morning gave me pause. I was saved from a decision though when the baby starting crying in the living room, causing Alexis to flash a regretful glance at me, and then leave.

When Ben arrived home that evening, I like to think Alexis and I put on a good show at normalcy, even if we were a bit stilted. I was surprised at how difficult I found it, pretending like nothing had happened. I wasn't as close with Ben as I was with Alexis, but we were still on good terms. I broached the subject of my looking for a new place, spinning a story that I wanted to give them some more space together, and to branch out on my own. Ironically, Ben tried to talk me into staying, something I wasn't really ready for. It made it harder, that Alexis was actually looking at me hopefully while her husband tried to talk me out of it.

I laughed inwardly at the thought of Ben trying to get me to stay living with them, when I would undoubtedly be using every chance I got to fuck his wife - but then felt guilty at my thoughts. And then I wondered at myself, because while I felt bad, I didn't feel that guilty.

In the end, I held firm, ignoring the voice inside telling me to take advantage of the situation. I thanked them both for taking me in when I needed a place to stay, saying we can always still catch up after I move.

I know they were both expecting the search to take a long time, not knowing of course that I already had everything arranged. When I came to them with a fake story that the perfect place had come up, but I had to move in relatively quickly, within the next two weeks; they both bought it. I offered to keep paying rent for the full month since it was so abrupt, but Ben wouldn't hear of it.

So that was the situation, my plan had gone perfectly, better than I had ever expected. I had taken Alexis, and arranged my exit without a hitch. Alexis was holding it together very well, even if she had been quiet and more demure than normal, and Ben was none the wiser.

In fact he was so oblivious to everything, that I was actually beginning to regret not letting him convince me to stay. Maybe I could have done it, kept things going as they were. As long as I was careful, maybe I could have had the perfect setup - a household with a built in fuck buddy.

In fact the only problem I had with everything was that I didn't know how much of Alexis' behaviour was due to the heavy use of my ability that night, and how much was because of her actual attraction to me. It was something I was going to have to figure out, because after the success of all this, there was no way I was going to go back to how I was living before. I was going to use this power, wherever and however I saw fit. And that meant I needed to be absolutely sure of how it worked.

In the days directly after, Alexis continuously gave me glances and looks that made it very clear that she would welcome me if I made a move. But as time passed, the suggestive looks turned into blushing glances, and they in turn gave way to embarrassed avoidance whenever we made eye contact. This was only when she knew I was looking at her though.

When she thought I wasn't looking at her, out of the corner of my eye, I could see that she was often staring at me intently, a focused an unreadable expression on her face. She would keep this up until she was interrupted by something, then she would visibly shake herself and excuse herself out of the room. Some effect was lingering clearly, but she seemed to be able to control herself and throw it off. Under different circumstances I would be testing this, maybe trying a small usage of my ability, seeing if that could keep the initial effect going. I was very tempted to do this, especially in the days directly after our last encounter.

She initially had a habit of flicking her gaze down my body to my crotch before gently biting her lower lip, her thoughts plainly written on her face. I honestly don't know how I stopped myself in the first few days. All I wanted to do was take her by the hand and lead her back to my bed, strip her clothes off, and see that look of sated lust on her lovely face again.

Moving day came and went - work actually interfered with when I planned to leave. Instead of one big day, I had to spread it out over a few days, gradually moving all my things out a bit at a time. My last night in the house, the three of us had a small dinner party - Ben's idea. He had to leave quite early the next day, so this was his chance to say goodbye. It was nice enough, even though Alexis was noticeably uncomfortably throughout. I think Ben put it down to the awkwardness of my leaving.

Perversely, Alexis' demeanour of being quiet, reserved, and quickly looking away whenever we made eye contact, reminded me strongly of how she was that morning when we woke up together. It was hard making dinner conversation when I was picturing her how she looked, naked and lovely, panting with lust, as she impaled herself on me. It was now, my last night here before I left her behind, that my regret at giving her up was at its highest point. Some of my thoughts must have shown on my face, because when she next looked at me, her eyes grew wide, and she blushed furiously.

In the end I went to bed, horny and frustrated. I slept fitfully, my mind awhirl with dark thoughts.

When I woke up, I was agitated and out of sorts. I didn't actually have anything to do before I completely moved out; I had already packed the last few bags, and all my furniture had already been moved, having slept on a blow up mattress last night. I looked around at my empty room with mixed emotions. It wasn't like I had a lot of especially good memories here - everything of note that I would miss had only happened in the last few weeks.

I had the day off, with nothing really to do. I had toyed with the idea of getting up early and leaving before Alexis woke up, but I had slept too late and I could already hear her in the kitchen. In some ways I didn't actually want to see her on this, my last morning; my head had been swirling with thoughts of her all night. I'm not sure what I would say to her before I left, but I suppose I owed her enough to at least make the effort.

I took a deep breath, and walked out of my room. I moved down the hall, and stopped just before reaching the living room, taking in the scene. Alexis was in the kitchen prepping some food at the counter, while keeping an eye on the living room where her child was giggling happily at a kids show on the television. She hadn't seen me yet, oblivious to my presence. She had a short robe on that stopped an inch above the knee, it was cinched tight, showing off her narrow waist, and the sleeves were rolled up to her elbows as she worked. Her hair was piled up atop her head in a beguiling mess, leaving her long neck bare. She was bare foot, and I drank in the sight of the creamy pale skin of her calves and thighs, letting my imagination picture the tight rounded ass that was hidden from view.

Damn, she was sexy.

It was my last morning, I had held myself in check for weeks, and my exit strategy had gone perfectly. Alexis was functioning almost back to normal, and we hadn't discussed what had happened between us since that morning. I just had to get through this last interaction and all would be fine.

But I wanted her.

If I hadn't been triggered by her last night, hadn't been so powerfully reminded of the last time we had sex, maybe I could have resisted. If I hadn't spent the entire night running through memories of her, and what I would do to her If I could, I would have been able to leave without incident. If I hadn't of woken up this morning in the mood I had ...

In that moment of looking at Alexis, her all unknowing of how vulnerable she was to my desires, the true reality of my situation struck home - this 'plan' was a construct, a restriction of my own making. I could have her for no other reason than I wanted to.

I walked quietly into the kitchen without announcing my presence. I started pulsing with my ability immediately, a steady and pressuring wave. As I got closer, Alexis stopped what she was doing, taking a ragged breath, tilting her head quizzically and shifting her balance slightly, her sudden arousal surprising her. The first she knew of my presence was my arms snaking around her, resting my hands on her lower belly, as I pressed myself against her back.

"Wha-?" Alexis squeaked in surprise.

I didn't reply, didn't respond. There was no foreplay, I wasn't seducing her, I wasn't planning anything. I was taking her.

I pressed my mouth to her graceful neck, drinking in the scent and the taste of her skin. I trailed kisses, feeling her shiver and tremble. I dragged my teeth lightly over her skin as I pulsed her strongly.

Alexis gasped, and hung her head. Her whole body was shaking, taught and tense. She leant forward and placed her hands flat on the counter top, steadying herself. She pushed her rear back into my crotch, moaning softly as she felt my hard cock.

I untied her robe, and slid my hands inside, exploring. I grinned happily to myself - she had on the same clothes she was wearing that very first night, months before. I bunched the back of her robe up along her back, before pressing myself back against the delicious round softness of her ass, barely contained by the small little pyjama bottoms she had on.

I moved my hands back to her stomach, sliding them up under her thin cotton top until I was cupping her bare breasts. I groped and fondled them roughly, her nipples erect and hard against my palms. Alexis was keeping constant pressure against me, pushing her ass hard into my crotch. The little catches in her breathing as I manhandled her were arousing as hell.

I leant forward over her, so that I could speak right into her ear.

"I thought you deserved a proper goodbye." I said hoarsely, harshly pinching her nipples as I spoke.

Alexis groaned, stretching her head back as far she could so that her cheek was pressed against mine. Her entire body was strung taught, her back twisted like a bow.

"I. Thought we. Weren't going to. Do this anymore." She breathed out in gasps. Her body was shivering uncontrollably, vibrating against mine, and I toned down the pulsing of my ability somewhat, taking a small measure of pity on her.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, echoing my question from that morning weeks before. I ran one hand right up her torso and out the neck of her top. I gripped her stretched throat firmly, bending her head even further back. I slid the other hand down, under the waistband of her shorts, down to her arousal soaked crotch. I ran my fingers up and down her slit a few times before pressing a fingertip to her clit and applied pressure, rubbing it back and forth.