The Midas Touch of Love Ch. 01

We all face moments in life when there's no turning back - a point of no return. Interestingly, the term is also used for the peak of sexual arousal. Most adults have experienced it: that moment you just can't hold it any more. You can't pause and wait for the desire to fade. You know exactly you're going to come.

But there are other irreversible moments, too. Like when you bite on a chili pepper, snap the safety bar shut on a rollercoaster, or hit 'Reply all' on an email you definitely shouldn't have.

Some of these moments hit you right away. Others sneak up to you. Like that third drink ago, when the night quietly decided to go off the rails - and forgot to let you know.

That's where I found myself on a Thursday night while celebrating my 31st birthday with a few friends. It was supposed to be a relaxed evening with just a couple of beers. But since my best friend Tim and I had the next day off, a few shots somehow found their way into the mix.

When Andrew, another childhood friend, called it a night, it was just Tim and me left from the crew. The bar still had a few stragglers, but things were clearly slowing down.

"Come on, Paul, one more won't hurt!" Tim slurred, giving the woman behind the bar a subtle wave.

One more won't hurt? I feel like I've heard that before today.

"Nah man. I think I've had enough already," I said, sounding more annoyed than I meant to.

Tim gave me a slightly too enthusiastic nudge with his elbow. "Don't be like that, come on. We've got something to celebrate! But first, I gotta take a piss."

And with that, he disappeared. Not long after, two freshly poured pints landed on the table in front of me. I gave the bartender a quick nod of thanks, still debating whether I should actually go through with drinking it. As I looked up, I noticed a woman at the bar glancing over. Just as our eyes met, she looked away.

When Tim was back, I managed to struggle through my beer while we were chatting.

"Let's call it a night. I need some sleep," I slurred.

Tim rolled his eyes in mock disapproval. "Back in my day, we knew how to hold our liquor!"

"You're only four years older than me, you idiot," I said, laughing.

We got up, and Tim insisted on picking up the tab. On my way to the door, I passed the woman from earlier, still sitting at the bar - long, dark hair, elbows on the counter. She seemed to ignore me but I felt her glimpse when I opened the door. Outside, I took a deep breath. The fresh air hit me with sudden clarity about just how much I'd had to drink. A moment later, the door behind me opened. It was her.

What happened next is just a jumble of scattered puzzle pieces in my memory. I remember walking down the sidewalk with her. Then suddenly, I was pushed against a wall, and she was kissing me. But it's more like a dream. Just vague, shadowy flashes. We were also walking through a park but I have no idea how we got there. Neither do I know how we ended up in her apartment. I remember kissing her and groping her tits. Then again - that same shadowy blur: a flicker of myself kneeling in front of the bed, eating her out.

At one point, it felt like waking up from a nightmare with a jolt. One second, you're somewhere else, and your brain needs a moment to catch up. I was kneeling behind her on the bed, doggy-style, and I almost lost my balance from the thrusts my body had apparently been making. Now it wasn't blurry anymore. I saw everything clearly: her long hair, her nicely shaped ass, and half of my dick - the other half lingering inside her pussy.

"Don't stop!" she begged, as she started moving back and forth. "Please!"

That's when I noticed the immense arousal inside me. I didn't actually care how I got there. I didn't care who she was. I didn't care for anything at all. I was in full-on sex mode, so I grabbed her hips and fucked her.

With each of my thrusts, she yelled, "OH - MY - GOD!" and then turned her head toward me, whispering, "What..."

I was uncertain if I'd been too rough, but she closed her eyes, and to my surprise, she suddenly shouted, "I'm coming! Oh yes! I'm coming!"

As her muscles were convulsing around my dick, I abruptly had to stop.

There it was - another point of no return. Unfortunately, not the kind I was hoping for. No, this one came courtesy of my stomach, which had just decided to stage a rebellion.

Fuck, not now!

But I couldn't help it. I jumped out of bed, hearing a disappointed groan behind me. Luckily, I quickly spotted the bathroom across the floor and made a beeline for it.

That damn alcohol.

When I came back a few minutes later, the dark-haired woman was already asleep in her bed. I took the chance to check her out. She was around my age, maybe a little older, lying halfway on her belly with one leg bent. I liked her cute button nose and full red lips. It felt strange, but somehow it was like I'd just seen her face for the first time in my life.

That damn alcohol.

A glance at the clock on her nightstand told me it was almost 4 a. m. How long had we been at it? The constant throbbing in my head led to one clear conclusion: no more thinking. What I needed now was sleep. Lots of it.

As much as I would've loved to crawl into bed next to the mysterious beauty, the embarrassment of earlier events convinced me it was better to head home. I got dressed, gently pulled the blanket over her, and made my way to the door.

With my hand already on the doorknob, I glanced around and saw some letters lying on a small cupboard. In a fit of curiosity, I strolled over and inspected them.

Marie Kemper

At least I knew her name, though I wasn't sure if I'd ever see her again. I left and checked my phone, to get a sense of where I even was. That's when I saw a missed call and four unread messages from Tim.

Yo where are u?

???

Hello?

Fuck off man

They were all sent within five minutes. The call came around the same time - half past twelve. I didn't even bother to reply. He was definitely in bed by now. I opened the Maps app. Fifteen minutes to home. Barely doable, but doable.

It was one of those nights. The kind that leaves you promising never to drink again. Well... at least not until the next time you're out with friends and the drinks start flowing. And then you think 'Maybe just one.'

But for me, that would take some time. The next morning, I was still very much in never again mood. After dragging myself out of bed, I popped an ibuprofen and curled right back under the covers. It wasn't until early afternoon that I could properly stand upright.

The only thing that kept me out of bed was the loud grumbling of my stomach. I grabbed a piece of toast and some water, plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

'... potentially linked to the deaths of five people. Investigators are looking into whether Mayor Peters had a hand in orchestrating the killings, with suspicions tied to recent city contract dealings. No comment has been made by the mayor's office, but authorities are assuring the public that they are actively pursuing leads.'

It's ridiculous how much power this guy has. Abuse scandal, now this... and he'll prolly get away with it.

I shook my head, scoffing at the screen, then remembered Tim's messages.

Right. He'd gone to pay at the bar and must've been looking for me afterward. By then, I'd probably already been off with - what was her name again? - Marie.

I called him, trying to apologize.

"Paul! You still alive?" he asked.

"Getting there. Sorry I disappeared last night."

"It's fine. But seriously, what happened? Did you end up hurling?"

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should tell him the whole story.

"So, there was this woman outside the bar," I started.

"Ohhh, a woman, huh?" he said, his tone vague. "Well, I wouldn't accept any other excuse for ditching me. So, what happened? Did you two...?"

"Well, let's just say it started pretty good. At least, as far as I can remember."

"But?" he asked.

"Yeah, well, we had some fun. But let's just say that last beer was one too many," I admitted.

"Aw shit, man."

"Exactly. I barely made it to her bathroom before I had to revisit yesterday's lunch."

"Aw shit, man."

"Yes. Aw shit," I repeated. "Now that I think about it, I don't even know if she was actually asleep when I got back from the bathroom or just faking it... you know, to avoid talking to me."

"Oh yeah, that sounds pretty bad. Like, really bad," he commented.

Feigning surprise, I replied, "Thanks, Captain Obvious. Anyway, bit of a bust. How about you? Everything good on your end?"

"Nah, my head's still somewhere out in space. I'm supposed to go furniture shopping with my mom later."

"Just make sure, she drives," I laughed, mostly serious. "I think I'm gonna crash for a bit."

"Yeah, get some rest for the movies tomorrow," he said, adding an enthusiastic "Grandma's Got the Kniiiiiife."

What a ridiculous movie title.

"Sure, grandpa. See you tomorrow," I said, rolling my eyes.

As I hung up, he added, "Listen here, you little shit."

I loved that guy. No matter what happened, you could always talk it through with him. And, like now, he always managed to put a smile on your face.

I finished my toast and sat there for a while, thinking about the night before. It did bug me that what I could clearly remember was only the part where things went sideways. What had luckily burned itself into my brain, though, was the sight of Marie's perfectly apple-shaped butt. I was replaying that scene in my head, even though it was short-lived.

When I finished the daydream, my boner kept getting uncomfortable. Jerking off wasn't on my mind though, so I decided to take another nap. Even with only one more hour of sleep, I felt noticeably more human afterward. I jumped in the shower, freshened up, and then stood in front of my nearly empty fridge. Yesterday's lasagna probably wasn't the best idea. Looked like I'd needed to grab a few things to survive the weekend.

Just as I was tying my shoes and reaching for my backpack, the doorbell rang. I wondered who it might be but eventually opened the door. A few seconds later, a delivery woman was standing in front of my apartment.

Ah, right - the PC parts I'd ordered ages ago. Finally!

"Mr. Baker?" she asked, and I nodded.

Without another word, she tapped something into her device. I took the opportunity to give her a quick once-over. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with shoulder-length, light brown hair, and a pair of bold red glasses that matched the soft blush in her cheeks perfectly.

She looked me in the eyes and, with a strained smile, said, "Just a signature, please," holding out the device for me to sign.

"Mhmm," I replied, signed, and reached for the package.

That's when it slipped from her hands, and we both lunged for it at once.

"Whoops," she said.

Since I ended up grabbing more of her hand than the package, I quickly adjusted and took it from her. But she gave me a weird look, so I mumbled an apology.

"Sorry," I said quickly, as she stared at me like she'd frozen in place. I lifted the box slightly and gave a small nod. "Thanks."

And finally, her face moved again.

"Erm, sorry. I mean, sorry," she blurted out.

What the hell was up with her? I figured she was just the clumsy type and expected her to turn around and leave. But I couldn't close the door - she was still standing there.

I raised my eyebrows. "Uhm... anything else?"

She seemed to think for a second, looking me straight in the eyes. Then she bit her lower lip and suddenly shoved the door open, sending me stumbling back against the wall. Startled, I dropped the package. Not that the delivery woman seemed to care. With one swift motion, she slammed the door shut, and just as I tried to push myself off the wall, she shoved me back again.

"What the..." I stammered.

For a split second, I thought she was about to mug me. But her lips - suddenly pressed against mine - suggested she had something entirely different in mind. To be honest, my natural instincts were telling me I should probably protest. Push her back, ask her what the hell was going on.

But a few things kept me from doing that. For one, she did have this oddly cute vibe about her. Then there was her super soft kiss, and the bottled-up lust from the night before. Combined with the images of Marie's ass tumbling around in my brain, my dick grew rapidly, and I decided to just submit to whatever she was up to.

I cupped her face with my hands. She broke the kiss and moaned softly, then suddenly unzipped her pants and slightly pulled them down. In an instant, she guided my hand down and eagerly pushed it against her panties. Instinctively, I located her clit through the thin fabric while we kept kissing. At the same time, her hand was feeling up my dick through my joggers. Her tight grip felt wonderful.

With my free hand, I pulled my pants down on one side, and with her help, my dick was quickly out in the open. She grabbed it immediately and started to jerk me off. I inhaled sharply, and our eyes met.

Since our posture was a bit uncomfortable, I tried to shift and asked, "Should we take this to the bedroom?"

But the overly horny stranger had no interest in that. Instead, she pushed me back against the wall.

"No," she whispered, as she pulled down the front of her panties.

Promptly, I accepted her invitation and felt a chill down my spine at the touch of her shaved pussy. My finger went back to work on her clit and she moaned again, louder than before. We both kept pleasuring each other, occasionally breaking our kisses as our eyes locked. Even though it was a bizarre situation, I slowly felt my orgasm approaching.

Just as she moaned again, I whispered "I'm close."

Then she pushed her lower body forward and whined, "Oh yea, make me cum, too. Please make me cum."

Much to my regret, her steady hand movement was now slowing down a bit. Even worse, she sometimes stopped briefly - most likely due to her own horniness. But I kept rubbing her diligently.

"Oh ya... I'm gonna cum, I'm cumming!" she winced.

Then she somehow realized she'd been neglecting my dick. All of a sudden, she gave it everything and jerked me off as fast as she could. Her uncontrollable trembling showed she was already coming.

With her shaky voice, she added, "Cum for me."

And that was the final straw. Another point of no return - this time, the correct one.

"Oh yeah," was all I could say.

I looked down to gaze at my own cumshot. There were several drops already dribbling down, running over her hand. She admired what happened to me with her mouth wide open. Spurt after spurt shot out, one even hitting the apartment door she was aiming at. Dutifully, I also kept stroking her while my orgasm slowly subsided.

"Holy... It's soooo much!" she noted.

It was indeed pretty much. As she squeezed out the last drops, I withdrew my hand from her pussy and kissed her.

A few seconds later, she stopped and looked at me with dreamy eyes, whispering, "Wow that was... unbefuckinglievable."

"Oh yeah, it was," I replied with a wide grin.

She smiled and looked at her cum-covered hand. "Uhm, do you...?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Here," I said, taking a step towards the bathroom door.

While she was washing her hands, I pulled my pants up, and went to the kitchen to grab a pack of tissues to clean the mess on the floor.

The delivery woman seemed to be seizing the opportunity to make a quick getaway. By the time I came back around the corner, she was practically slamming the apartment door shut.

It was one of - if not the - strangest situations I'd ever been in. I wasn't about to complain, not by a long shot. I wouldn't exactly call myself a ladies' man, so my initial reaction to the unexpected intimacy was more gratification than anything else. Especially when you factor in last night, it felt like hitting the jackpot.

My thoughts were still circling around the two women. It was so surreal. Marie taking me to her place last night, even though I couldn't even recall having a conversation with her. And now here I was, in my loungewear, and that woman just starts kissing me, silently urging me to touch her?

Once the mess was gone, I washed my hands, and grabbed my backpack to go to the supermarket. In the hallway, Mrs. Nguyen from next door was standing in front of her door. In one hand, a bag, the other apparently digging for her keys in her purse. Trying to be a gentleman, I greeted the old lady, and asked if I could help. She looked at me with relief and gratefully held out her bag.

"Thank you," she said. "You always very nice. Very helpful. Thank you so much."

"No problem," I replied.

Once she had her door open, she took my hand and held it. "If more people like you in world, world be better place. Thank you."

A little embarrassed by the sudden melancholy, I just nodded, hoping she'd eventually take the bag.

"You're very welcome," I smiled.

Finally, she took the bag, and I could head on my way. The grocery store was just around the corner, so I got through my shopping quickly. Among other stuff, I grabbed a microwave meal with rice to go easy on my stomach.

The checkout line was pretty full. As I shuffled forward in tiny steps, I watched the cashier. Looked like it had been a long day for her. The 'smile' - or what I assumed was meant to be one - barely moved anything in her face.

But then, when it was finally my turn and she handed me my change, something shifted. She slowly looked up at me but didn't let go of the coins. Just as I raised an eyebrow, she gave me this oddly bright smile, and then, at last, the coins dropped into my hand.

What the hell is going on today? Are they all on drugs or something?

I squinted my eyes, muttered a thanks, and headed for the exit.

"Miss? Miss! Can't you see how busy it is?" I heard someone shout behind me.

Just as I looked back, the cashier turned her head away from me and resumed scanning items with that familiar beeping rhythm.

Does she know me? Her face doesn't ring any bells.

Shaking my head, I hurried back home. I was seriously getting hungry.

Once there, I unpacked my groceries, tossed my food in the microwave, and quickly grabbed my bedding to take down to the basement. After last night's booze fest, I'd definitely sweated out more than just regrets.

I was just loading the washing machine when Dana, one of the tenants from my floor, walked into the laundry room. We didn't exchange more than a quick "hi" - same as always. Since she wasn't carrying anything, I figured, she was there to grab her finished laundry. Even with tugging at the washing machine door a few times, it didn't budge.

She muttered, "Goddamn piece of crap. This stupid thing is really testing my last nerve!"

I gave her a quick look as she crouched there, smacking the machine's door. Her shoulder-length brown hair was a little messy, and the oversized T-Shirt paired with leggings looked like she'd just rolled off the couch.

"Need a hand?" I asked, as I was already standing next to her.

"It did that the other day, too. No idea what's going on," she complained.

"Hmm," I murmured, reaching for the door at the same time as she did, accidentally pushing her hand aside.

"Oh, sorry," we said at the exact same time.

At first, I didn't think much of it. Unfortunately, I also struggled with the door myself, so I glanced over at her in frustration. Now Dana was all sunshine and teeth. Her eyes drifted from mine down to my lips - and before I could process what was happening, she leaned in and kissed me.

Where the hell did that come from?!

As she started kissing me more intensely, I tried to wrap my head around what was going on around me. Not that I wasn't enjoying the sudden abundance of affection - far from it. But still, this wasn't exactly what you'd call rational behavior.

It was right after we touched. Just like the cashier. And the delivery girl; I touched her hand when reaching for the package. And most likely Marie... but why? What's causing this?!

Dana suddenly leaned in closer, making me topple sideways. Since she couldn't keep kissing me in that position, she crawled on top of me. Gently, I pushed her back. How far was she about to go? I somehow wanted to find out, but I had no intentions of being caught right here by another tenant.

"I... I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I stammered while looking across the room.

She glanced at the door, then back at me. "Oh... yeah, right," she whispered, almost shyly.

Slowly, her face came closer to mine. "Would you... maybe want to come over to my place instead?"

My dinner would have to wait. We hurried to her apartment, but I still couldn't quite wrap my head around what had just happened.

Why this sudden attraction out of nowhere? And only after I touched her. It looked like her brain had been reprogrammed for sex.

But once we crossed the threshold into Dana's apartment, thinking became a lot harder. As we were kissing, she pulled me into her bedroom and started stripping in seconds. I was completely taken aback. My eyes were glued to her well-shaped tits when she came closer. Carefully, she tugged at my pants.

"Come on," she whispered suggestively, "I want to see what you've got under there."

She traced a finger over the prominent bulge in my trousers. My cock perked up involuntarily, and I decided to ponder the connections later. The only thing I wanted at that moment was Dana.

Just as quickly as she had before, I was shedding my clothes. Dana mimicked the purr of a cat as she saw my now erect cock. Locked in each other's embrace, we kissed passionately, and suddenly I found myself on my back on her bed.

I propped myself up on my elbow, but instead of climbing on top of me, she dropped to her knees. Fascinated, I observed as she took my cock into her hand and began to stroke it slowly. Her face came closer and I felt her warm breath against my balls. She kissed them a few times before she licked my dick like a lollipop.

And she had more in store. Her tongue circled my glans, and while she looked up at me, she began an overwhelming blowjob. She sucked vigorously, and I watched the spectacle with quiet moans. Then her attention went back to my balls as she continued to satisfy me with her hand.

"Does that feel good?" she asked sensually.

Dumbfounded, I could only nod. She grinned briefly, and took my dick into her mouth once more. After sucking for a few seconds, her head descended further and further. Suddenly, I felt that distinct threshold leading to her throat. The tightness, the pressure on my glans, and then suddenly the immense sensation after crossing that boundary.

It was the first time a woman had taken my cock so far into her mouth that her nose pierced my pubic area. It was so fantastic; I couldn't react fast enough because it immediately pushed me over the edge.

"Oh fuck, I'm coming," I said quickly.

She released my dick and gagged slightly while still jerking me with her hand. As she caught her breath and saw a first thread of cum fly onto my stomach, her lips slipped over my cock. As it continued pulsing wildly, I unloaded the rest of my cum in her mouth. Petrified, I savored the view until my orgasm subsided.

"Holy shit, that felt... incredible!" I praised her.

With a plop, my dick left her mouth. Dana grinned mischievously and made it unmistakably clear how she swallowed the entire load. Then she crawled next to me on the bed and licked up the rest from my stomach.

"Sorry, I didn't want you to come so fast," she admitted.

"That was... just too damn good. I didn't know what hit me," I laughed.

Dana leaned in to kiss me. I hesitated for a second, but gave in and tasted the salty flavor of my own cum. Not wanting to leave her unsatisfied, I reached for her tit, pushed her on her back and played with her nipple. A moment later, my hand explored her body on the way to her pussy. She breathed deeply when I finally reached her labia. Between caressing her clit, I sometimes slid a finger inside her. Eventually, she reached for my dick, back at its full size.

She sat up, climbed on top of me, and whispered, "I want to feel your cock inside me."

And before I could answer, she reached between her legs to guide it to her entrance. Slowly, she lowered her hips onto mine. Her wetness helped me slide in almost completely without resistance. We both groaned ecstatically.

She started riding me slowly. A fantastic sensation each time her pussy stroked all my length as I slid into her. When she bent down to kiss me, I caressed her tits and played with her nipples. As I pinched them, she inhaled deeply and bit my lower lip. We both giggled as she sat upright to go faster. Her breasts bounced up and down in a playful motion.

"Your cock feels so good," she moaned.

I caressed her thighs and simply nodded in agreement. A moment later, she moved in slow motion. Her hands ran over my upper body and eventually grabbed mine. She held them tightly as her movements quickened more and more. When she was bouncing onto me ridiculously fast, she closed her eyes and threw her head back. Then again, she slowed down.

With another kiss, she groaned, "I'm almost there."

And that ignited my desire to cum too - even though it wasn't long ago for me. I held her close and moved my hips to match hers. We both went faster and soon she moaned into my ear.

"Yeah, don't stop. I'm gonna come. I'm coming!"

After a few more thrusts, I was there too. With a loud groan, I whispered, "I'm coming."

"Yes, cum inside me," she said, "Fill my pussy with your cum."

And I did. We looked deep into each other's eyes as I pushed her body onto mine and exploded inside her. Closely entwined, she remained on top of me, kissing me passionately. My dick kept twitching vigorously as I continued to move my hips. When my orgasm subsided, I felt the cum rum down my balls.

She breathed heavily. "Oh my God!"

With her hips lifted, she looked at the mix of semen and her own lubricant, then back at me.

"I didn't expect that much... again," she said playfully. "Did my pussy feel that good?"

Oh yes, it did.

I laughed sheepishly, "Well, what can I say... you're stunning."

With a grin, she slid over to grab a box of tissues from the nightstand. Once everything was wiped, she took my dick into her mouth to give it one last suck.

"That was fun. I'm going to hop in the shower. Wanna come with?" she asked.

As much as I wanted to say yes, I was ravenous. Besides, I needed to find out if my theory about the touch thing was right. I desperately wanted to try it out.

Would they react in the same way? How does it even work? And what's actually causing it?

I was definitely fired up to find out. So, reluctantly, I declined, but still got her number before leaving the apartment.

"If you ever feel like a little fun again," she winked at me, "let me know."

As soon as I was back in my kitchen, I grabbed my rice from the microwave and wolfed it down. It was lukewarm anyway due to the little... delay.

What should I try first? I probably shouldn't just go around touching people right outside the door. The park would definitely be better. That way, I can test whether my assumption is correct or if I'm just having a massive delusion.

The fact that I actually went through with it with Dana was worrying me. I wasn't going to cross paths with Marie or the delivery chick again anyway, but Dana lived on the same floor.

But I put those worries aside for now. I quickly freshened up, threw on some shorts and a workout shirt, and laced up my running shoes. My hungover brain had thankfully dissolved into thin air after earlier. If I was going to be pounding the pavement anyway, I might as well make it worthwhile.

The moment I closed the door behind me, I paused.

Wait a minute... Mrs. Nguyen... she also touched me. Yes, she touched my hand... but why didn't that work? Was it because she was too old?

I certainly wasn't hoping it would work - I would've gladly denied. I hesitated briefly, then went anyway. It was worth a shot.

As I ran through the park, the absurdity of my self-imposed mission really hit me. How would you 'randomly' touch a stranger? Asking for the time would probably still be the easiest way. It took a little while, but then I saw my chance. A woman was taking a break from jogging, with her water bottle in her hand. No one else in sight.

I approached her, touched her on the shoulder, and asked, "Sorry, do you have the time?"

With a smile, she turned to face me, then looked at her smartwatch.

"Almost seven," she said softly.

Now it was probably me looking foolish as I stood there, waiting for a reaction. Hastily, I thanked her and ran off.

Okay, that didn't work. I only touched her clothing. Prolly has to be her skin. Damn!

A minute later, another woman had stopped to tie her shoes. She was around 50 and dressed in casual clothes. I waited for her to move on and then followed her. I tapped her forearm - which already felt a bit awkward - and asked for the time.

No reaction.

Okay, does it have to be her hand? Like the cashier and the two others?

That wasn't really a natural place to touch someone. I decided to try it with a little bump while passing by. Soon I caught up with another runner, squeezed in a short sprint, and brushed her hand as I passed her.

"Hey, watch where you're going, idiot!" she snapped.

And again, nothing. Not even after briefly stopping to apologize. No smile, no sudden flirting, no throwing her arms around me.

Why didn't it work? Had I been wrong? Did Dana really have feelings for me and was it just her showing them?

Despite my growing doubts, I tried once more. A woman with long blonde hair headed towards the north exit. Again, my hand brushed against hers, and I turned around to apologize.

She was around my age, with strikingly blue eyes and heavily made-up. Her blouse with the plunging neckline paired with her short skirt suggested she was probably on her way to a date or a party.

And then, there it was - that thoughtful hesitation that melted into a smile. And I couldn't help but smile back.

"Oh, it's fine," she said. "Although, now that I think about it, that kinda hurt."

Then she ran one hand over the other, mimicking a sad face as if I just hurt her. I played along and grinned cheekily.

I'm never gonna see her again in my life. Let's just see how far we can take this.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry. How can I possibly make it up to you?"

"Well," she began, as she came closer, "for starters, you could press your sweet lips on mine."

Then, leaning dangerously close to me, she continued, "At least I think that would probably help a little."

This is actually working! It's really happening!

My surroundings faded away in an instant. My heart was pounding out of my chest. I pressed my lips against hers, immediately bringing my tongue into play, grabbing her butt in the meantime.

"Mhmm. I like men who can take charge," she said.

"Yeah?" I asked. "Imagine what other places I could touch you."

That wasn't really me at all. I wasn't the kind of guy who would grab women on the street, stick his tongue down their throats upon first meeting them, or be a 'take-charge' type.

But it turned me on. In that moment, there with this woman, I wanted to be that guy.

"If you knew where I want to feel your hands right now," she whispered. "I know a quiet place. Come."

And then she tucked her arm into mine and led the way. It felt a bit awkward at that moment because I'd just been running. But that didn't seem to bother her.

"By the way, I'm Cathy," she said.

"Brian," I lied - she didn't need to know my real name.

We went down a sort of side street next to the park entrance. There was a small driveway that you couldn't see from outside.

"There's no one gonna come here," she explained, "Only if there's an event in the park."

She smiled and kissed me again. Despite the day's previous events, my cock was already hardening with anticipation. With one hand, she tugged at my pants.

"Come on, get rid of this," she said.

Without another thought, I pulled down my pants and boxers, while she grabbed a condom from her small purse. As she started to jerk my semi-erect dick, I kissed her, and forcefully squeezed her breast.

Quickly, she felt that I was ready. With a practiced move, she slid the condom over my dick, pulled up her skirt, and then down her panties. As she turned around with a luscious smile, she bent forward.

"Come on stud," she said, as she spread her pussy lips. "Don't just stand there, give it to me."

My eyes were glued to her voluminous ass. I stepped forward until I felt her fingers on my cock. She guided the tip to her entrance and I pushed my hip forward. Even though I didn't do anything yet, she was wet. She was so wet; I had no problem to enter her.

With my hands firmly holding on to her hips, my body started moving all on its own. Each movement made her squeal and moan, and eventually, she moved in sync with me.

"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" she moaned.

I savored the continuous sounds of our bodies slamming together. Cathy's pussy was amazingly tight - and she seemed to enjoy my rough handling.

Then, I slapped her ass.

"Oh yes! Use me," she groaned as I slapped her again. "Fuck me harder!"

Harder?

That was already pretty hard for my liking. But I put another layer on it, to fuck her with every ounce of force I could muster.

However, I swung back too far, so that my cock slid out of her. Quickly, I shoved it back in and kept ramming her. She was now breathing very rapidly.

"Yeah, oh yeah! Please make me come!" she pleaded. "Please!"

One more slap on her ass seemed to be enough to finally get her off.

"Ahhh... I'm gonna come! Yeah! I'm... I'm..."

My own orgasm was close. Still fucking her with a huge pace, she started screaming her lust out. It took me a few more thrusts, and I also came. My dick was buried balls-deep inside her, as I started to groan.

"Cum inside me baby, go cum for me," she said.

I continued to move very slowly, while enjoying my orgasm.

"Oh my gosh!" she whispered, as she felt my dick twitch inside her.

Then I flicked my hand on her ass once more. Her pussy squeezed my dick for a moment.

"Ouch!" she grouched playfully.

One more slap. It felt like her pussy tried to squeeze the last drop out of my dick. Eventually, I was done and pulled my dick out. Cathy straightened up and eyed the well-filled condom.

"Mhmm, someone really enjoyed that," she purred, kissing me. "But so did I."

I removed the condom and she adjusted her clothes.

Then, she came closer, and whispered, "That was fun. But I gotta go. See ya, stud."

One last kiss and she disappeared.

Wow! This is fucking unbelievable! I still have no idea why it works for some people and not others... but holy shit, it works! Whatever it was - I didn't really care.

I headed back home, thinking about how I could control this newly discovered power.

Hm, let's see. Just one more test. The cashier didn't say anything. Was it because other people were around?

When I walked out of the small side street, away from the park, I found a pretty busy walkway. I decided to watch what happens when I bumped into different women. Quickly, I found out, that it doesn't have to be their hand that I touched - it seemed to also work on their arm, or I supposed generally when I touched their skin. Along the way, I caught all kinds of reactions - from ignorance, to flushed cheeks and shy glances, all the way to a wide smile stretching from cheek to cheek.

Suddenly, I heard someone shout behind me. "Hey!"

I turned around and saw a young girl, barely 18 years old, wave at me. She hurried towards me. But I had no intention of engaging with her - for now. I kept walking, away from her, pretending not to notice.

"Hey!" she shouted again.

And she caught up to me damn fast. She briefly held my arm as we continued through the crowd.

"Excuse me? Wait a second!" she said.

I turned around and raised my eyebrows. She stood there smiling, thinking about what to say.

"I... I..." she stammered.

I tilted my head, obviously making her even more nervous.

"I'm sorry, I think I know you," she said.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, curious to see what would come next.

People continued to walk around us.

"Yes," she said, "You look exactly like my future husband!"

Oh my fucking god. That just hurts to ear.

"Your... husband?" I asked. "Aren't I a little old for that?"

"Age... is just a stupid number. Come," she said, trying to take my hand, but I dodged away.

That was kind of sweet of her, though. Most likely just the first thing that popped into her head. I kept walking and left the girl behind. Once I was sure she wasn't following me, I tried again.

Shortly after, a red-haired beauty gave me a weird look. A somewhat startled expression gradually turned to a smile. I guessed she was in her mid-forties and was captivated by her freckles and green eyes. She stood there with her lips slightly parted, eyeing me curiously. She wore a tight-fitting black top and high-waisted jeans.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey," I replied.

Since my heart made a small happy leap as I saw her face, I decided to try my luck once more. I wanted to be blunt and straightforward this time. Maybe put in some weird story. She looked like someone who'd call the cops under normal circumstances.

"Come with me, just a sec," I said, grabbed her hand, and simply pulled her along.

Since she followed me without hesitation, I kept walking away from the crowd.

"Where are we going?" she asked, having problems to keep up with me.

As soon as I was sure we were alone, I got down to business. I quickly concocted a little setup - something I thought she couldn't possibly fall for.

"Well, you know, you have to promise me first that you won't tell anyone," I said in a mysteriously hushed voice.

She narrowed her eyes, but nodded.

"The thing is, I'm a secret agent and need your help. I need a date for tonight." I swindled, "And to be clear, we'd have to move past just kissing, if you know what I mean. I'm not authorized to talk about the reasons. Can I count on your help?"

She glanced around briefly with a concerned look. I couldn't tell if it was an act or if she actually believed me.

"Oh yea... absolutely. Gladly. And believe me," that's when I realized she was playing along, "I'll be as helpful as humanly possible."

She lowered her head slightly and gave me a sly grin.

Unbelievable. The stronger their reaction, the more affection they show. And... the more willing they seem to be. I wonder if there's actually some kind of limit. If she'd reject anything at all.

I took her hand, and we hurried back to my place. She introduced herself as Nancy, and I reintroduced myself as Brian - which was now supposed to be my codename for these... kinds of activities.

"So, this is where a secret agent lives," she marveled.

My apartment wasn't tiny, but it wasn't exactly spacious either. For its size, it was surprisingly bare - typical bachelor pad. The kind of place any normal woman would probably walk straight back out of.

"Yeah, gotta keep up the act," I said. "Come with me."

As we got to the bedroom, a shiver ran down my spine. I hadn't remade the bed yet! I quickly had to change my plan.

"Take off your clothes. Leave your stuff here on the floor," I instructed her.

"Sure," she said, smiling. "Completely?"

As she spoke, I took off my socks and shirt and replied, "Yeah. Everything."

Then my shorts and boxers followed, and I stood in front of her. She glanced at my limp dick, and shortly after, we were both naked. Shily crossing her arms, she grinned at me. Again, I took her hand, led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. While waiting for it to get warm, we fell into a passionate kiss.

"Oh..." she mumbled surprised.

"Come on, get in," I said, opening the shower door.

"Yes sir."

"Now comes the serious part," I said.

As the water splashed on us, I positioned myself behind her and implied for her to spread her legs a bit. I rubbed my cock against her pussy to get it fully erect.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Mister Agent?" she asked.

She still keeps that agent story up? That roleplay seems to turn her on.

"Yeah," I replied. "Like I said, part of the mission."

Then, holding my dick, I slowly guided it forward. As soon as I felt the tip inside her, she took a step forward.

"Huh," she squeaked.

I accidentally aimed at her butthole. But to my surprise, she came right back and spread her ass cheeks.

"If that was... part of the mission, you have to go really slow. Okay?"

Oh my god, that is so hot!

It thrilled me so much, I held my cock right at her back entrance, and carefully pushed the tip inside. Meanwhile, Nancy angled the shower head to spray the wall instead of us. Her head turned towards me.

"If you get it wet inside my pussy first, it'll be easier," she whispered.

But I didn't want to. I wanted to fuck her ass. After dripping some saliva on her butthole, I continued.

"Oh, my..." she inhaled sharply, as more of my cock disappeared. "Go slow please."

I really tried to hold my temper, but the sensation was too amazing. As I thrust my hips again, I tried to push further.

"Ow," she whimpered and shot me a serious look. "I said slow."

"Sorry," I said, embarrassed.

Then, as I hesitated, she whispered, "Put it back in."

Luckily, her mouth formed a smile again. I used some more saliva, and eventually took the lead again. Being more careful, I soon saw my dick disappear more and more.

"Oh, dear Lord!" she groaned.

As I gradually started to fuck her ass, Nancy asked, "So am I doing this right, Mister Agent? Will your mission succeed?"

"Oh, believe me," I said between moans. "It's already a success."

She looked at me mischievously, when I started to pound her. With every thrust, her ass cheeks wiggled. Soon, they were not keeping still anymore.

"Ahh, fuck!" she screamed. "Yeah, that feels so good!"

I kept fucking her and enjoyed the view in front of me. My hands on her hips, my dick disappearing completely inside her ass.

Just a moment later, she yelled, "Yeah, I'm coming! Oh my God, I'm coming!"

Okay, that was unexpected. I'm not even close.

I've never had a woman come from anal sex. As Nancy was done, one painful groan from her made me stop - and my urge to come was gone.

It's not like I needed to get off once more due to the previous action I got. Quite contrary, I was just proud that I got her to come. But as soon as I withdrew my cock, Nancy seemed unhappy.

"Oh, you... didn't finish, did you?" she asked.

I smiled and shook my head. She came pretty fast, and there was no way I was going to try and get her to let me fuck her until I'd come.

Waving it off, I said, "It's alright, no need to worry."

With a sad look, she started to caress my dick.

"But Mister Agent, your mission!" she whispered. "We'll surely gonna finish it."

Damn. Is it her or that stupid roleplay that's turning me on?

As her hand embraced my shaft and took care of it, I initially wanted to stop her. But there was no way I was going to stop her if she insisted. Lost in an endless kiss, she got me closer and closer. Somehow, it was missing that certain something - she was too erratic. I quickly took over myself.

"You coming?" she asked.

While jerking myself rapidly, I nodded. "Almost."

She went down on her knees, pushed her tits together and grinned. "Go ahead, come on my tits."

With the wonderful sight in front of me, I felt my muscles cramping and came. One thread of cum landed in Nancy's mouth, then several thick drops fell on her tits. She slowly spat the cum out into the crevice between her breasts. I shook off the last drop and helped Nancy back on her feet.

As she rubbed the cum over her tits, she whispered, "Mission accomplished, I guess."

I smiled at her, "You bet!"

We cleaned each other and soon - just like the other women - Nancy was gone in a flash. I kept wondering what it would be like, seeing her again. Would she be in that same state? That theory was best tested with Dana tomorrow. Though honestly, I was a little nervous about how she'd react.

Wait... my laundry!

I hurried to pick it up from the basement and noticed Dana still hadn't emptied her machine. She had likely forgotten about it. Laundry done and the bed freshly made, it didn't take long before exhaustion pulled me under.

When I woke up the next morning, I lied there, lost in thought. It wasn't unusual for a Saturday to find me exhausted - but the reasons behind it were anything but ordinary. I tried to replay the events in my head. It started with Marie, though that memory was hazy, then the delivery woman and Dana with her divine blowjob skills.

Later the woman in the park. I couldn't even recall her name anymore - Clara? Carol? It slipped my mind. Only the image of her ample backside remained pretty vivid in my memory. And finally, fiery-haired Nancy, who demanded the rest. Or maybe I did, depending on how you look at it. Anyways, whatever was going on, certainly wasn't normal.

Even though yesterday had been quite a lot, my curiosity lingered. A desire to push further. And with each minute I lay there, dwelling on each of those women, my lust grew stronger.

But does it even work anymore? Or does it just burn out somewhere along the line? What happens if it does? Do I drop dead? If not, would I even remember anything?

Looked like the only way to find out was to try. During a quick breakfast, I checked my phone. Three messages from Tim, asking if we were still up for a beer before the movie.

Damn - In all the buzz, I almost forgot about the movies.

Even though I could usually talk to Tim about anything, I was convinced to keep my new ability a secret for now. It would be difficult enough to demonstrate it, not to imagine how that might end.

Just as I agreed to come over for a beer later, he called. He wanted me to also lend a hand assembling the newly purchased cabinets for his mother. Apparently, her friend had bailed at the last minute. He was my best friend, after all, so I agreed. Even though now I had to postpone my plans, it would at least give me a chance to recharge.

As I hung up, a chill ran down my spine - his mother would be there! There was no going back now. I'd have to somehow avoid any skin contact with her. Else it could undoubtedly end in complete chaos.

I headed to Tim's mother's place by train and was relieved that she wasn't there. Tim said she was at work, which is why he was even more annoyed that her friend had bailed. Tim made it abundantly clear that he couldn't stand him.

"That fucking asshole promised her to help. He said he'd taken the day off just for his love," he ranted. "Fuck him."

"Hm," I said, attempting to smooth things over, "maybe something important got in the way."

Tim looked furious. "No man, I called him. I called him 20 minutes after we were supposed to meet, and he said he couldn't make it. Idiot prolly forgot about this entirely. And it's not the first time."

Okay, I'd definitely be pissed about that too.

We got the furniture assembled relatively quickly and were able to enjoy a beer before we needed to get ready.

"And? Was there anything special yesterday?" Tim asked.

Besides having sex with four women throughout the day? Nope, nothing special.

"Nah, it was pretty quiet," I lied. "Just ran out for a quick shopping trip and spent the rest of the day on the couch. But my PC parts came."

Tim looked at me excitedly. "And? Already installed them?"

"Nope. I'll do it tomorrow. I wasn't in the right headspace for it yesterday."

At least that part was true.

Since we still needed to get ready for our movie outing, we headed over to my place together. From there, it was also the shorter route to the cinema. Just as we stood in front of my apartment door, Dana appeared in the hallway.

Oh damn... not now!

The moment our eyes met, I felt a brief surge of panic. I smiled and nodded at her, hoping she would simply return the gesture. But I was sorely mistaken.

"Hey Paul!" she called out to me as I was unlocking the door. "Got a moment?"

Tim's brow furrowed slightly when I asked him to go ahead and wait inside. With a broad grin, he did so anyway. As I approached Dana, I couldn't quite read her expression.

"Hey," I said.

Her eyes avoided mine. She hesitated. "Hey... uhm... listen..."

Oh crap.

Then she glanced around and said, "Could we maybe talk inside?"

Oh crap.

I followed her in her apartment, still unsure of what was about to happen. She stood before me with her arms crossed, eyes on the ground. It was definitely the clear-headed version of Dana.

"About yesterday..." she began, "I... well..."

Her jaw tightened, and she blinked fast, like she was trying to will the tears away. I couldn't simply stand there.

"It all went a little too fast," was the best I could come up with.

Then her eyes flicked up like I'd stolen the words right out of her head. "Yeah... you could probably say that." Finally, her lips formed a smile. "I... I don't usually do things like that."

As she wiped a tear from her face, I tried to lighten the mood, playfully giving her a 'yeah right' look.

She giggled, "Hey! You know what I mean. It was... Well... we barely know each other. I mean, I had some wine, yes. But that? That wasn't really me."

Thank God, we can blame it on the alcohol!

"Stop beating yourself up over it. I've probably reacted a bit... dick-driven too. I can't pretend I didn't have a part in it, either."

Another sheepish smile revealed that I could at least comfort her a little. That went better than I expected.

With a shrug, she offered, "Well, let's just say we start over... and take it slow this time?"

She held out her hand - as if sealing a verbal contract. I was panicking I'd be turning her into a sex-possessed zombie again.

"Oh... my hands are dirty," I said, holding my arms open. "Still okay for a hug?"

With her that close, I couldn't help breathing her in. No perfume or anything, just her. I made sure not to touch her with my hands at all - just to be safe.

"I think you should get back to your visitor... got time later to chat?"

Damn, is she actually trying to build a relationship with me?

It's not that I didn't want it, but I was slowly seeing the big downside of my new ability. It seemed more like a curse than a blessing after all. I needed to stall her somehow - at last until I got it under control.

"Hm, we're actually on our way to the movies. That's prolly gonna be late. I'll get in touch with you tomorrow, alright?"

Her shoulders dropped, and she let out a slow breath as we said goodbye. Now that I headed back over to my apartment, one problem was solved - or rather postponed - and another awaited me.

"Damn, man!" Tim greeted me with a smile. "I'm just gonna say it - I don't think she was just asking for a recipe."

Okay, Paul. Tell him the truth. Just do it. You can't lie to this man, he's gonna find out, one way or the other.

I scratched my head, took a deep breath, and obviously took too long to answer.

With his arms wide open, Tim said, "Dude, come on. It's me. You don't have to worry about it. I'm actually kinda disappointed that you think... you couldn't talk to me-"

"It's not that easy," I interrupted him. After a moment of silence, I added, "I wanted to... well, tell you about what's... on my mind. But it's really... really not that easy."

"Just spit it out, man. What is it? Got cancer? Killed someone?" Then, rather mysteriously, he asked, "Wanna kill someone? You know, I know someone..."

Smiling, I exhaled through my nose and figured it'd probably be better to just tell him.

"But it's gonna sound insane," I started. "Like, 'Dude, you on a trip or something?' insane."

"Oh yeah? Try me."

I started walking him through my day yesterday. The delivery girl, Dana, the encounter in the park, and later Nancy. Tim listened in silence, his face going on a full rollercoaster ride - surprise, disbelief, amusement and back again.

At the end of my story, I waited for his reaction.

"Dude, you on a trip or something?" he joked. But my serious look quickly wiped the smile off his face. "Alright, that's a lot to process... so... it just works like that, huh? And only after touching them?"

I nodded. "Yeah. And Dana seemed to remember what happened yesterday."

Tim's face went to that 'Ouch' expression. "You did anything super naughty?"

My head slowly swung left to right. "Well... kind of..." I said hesitantly. "But she had a bit to drink, and I guess she just chalked it up to that."

"Well, at least something," he replied. "I mean... at least she had a reason for how it happened. Honestly, I don't know if I'd have stopped after four if I had that power. You think that girl the other day, after you left the bar was also... under your spell?"

I shrugged, saying, "Guess so."

"And I probably ruined your exciting Saturday, didn't I?"

"Nah," I said, waving it off. "It's fine."

"So... should we head out? If not, that's cool."

"Yeah, let's go. I still wanna know if the film lives up to the hype."

Tim laughed and added with a mock-serious look, "Just keep your hands to yourself, alright? Don't wanna turn around and see someone on your lap mid-movie."

We headed out, and I filled Tim in on a few more details. What I'd figured out so far about this strange ability, and also what exactly had happened the day before. He openly admitted he was kind of jealous - but he also got the dilemma I was in with Dana after just one day.

We just about had time for a quick snack, which we grabbed from a food truck near the cinema. So, there we stood, in the dim glow of the setting sun, wolfing down burgers. Like earlier on the train, Tim asked me if I could give him a little demonstration of that 'power'. But when I told him that, at best, it would only lead to a bit of heavy flirting, he seemed satisfied - for now.

Once that painfully average movie was over, we made our way back to the train stop. Just as we were still trash-talking one of the actors, Tim nodded toward a woman walking ahead of us. Since he didn't let up, I went a little faster and brushed my hand against hers while walking past. Turning around, you could see her take a brief, heavy breath before looking down at the ground, embarrassed. I apologized and kept Tim from staring.

He seemed strangely impressed and asked, "So that was it?"

"Nah, that was... not even a medium reaction." I explained.

"That was like five seconds. And she... she would have gone with you behind the next bush and..."

I gave him a pointed look. "As I said, I haven't had much time to try it out yet."

He beamed like a kid who'd just gotten a new toy. "Okay, one more. Come on."

Rolling my eyes, I agreed. Three women didn't react at all, but shortly after, I passed a blonde in a tailored pantsuit. Hard to tell her age through her makeup, but she had to be around forty.

Her response to my touch was different from all the others before. She looked at me with shock, almost fear, and took a noticeable breath. Just as I thought she's going to cry for help, it finally arrived - that radiant smile spanning from ear to ear.

Tim looked at me in surprise. "Oh..."

Only then, I really took in her appearance: Her mid-length hair fell in soft weaves over a cream-colored top peeking out from under her blazer. Around her neck, a gold chain with a little bear-shaped pendant rested barely above her ample cleavage.

She seemed to hesitate for a moment, then came towards me, encircled my face with her hands, and kissed me. I stepped back in surprise. With Tim around, that wasn't something I'd expected.

"What the..." he said.

I smelled her sweet perfume, and soon felt her whole body against mine.

"Sorry for ambushing you like that," she whispered, "but I couldn't resist."

Then she tried to kiss me again, but I gently pushed her back. Tim seemed eager to see where things would lead and gestured for me to continue. I dropped my guard and let her have her way. Embraced, we stood there, kissing passionately.

"My hotel is just around the corner," she whispered in my ear.

Okay, this should be enough.

It was time to finally defuse the situation. "We need to catch our train. Maybe another time."

She glanced at Tim, who was still completely dumbfounded. With a mischievous grin, she planted a kiss on my cheek, and said, "Well, guess it's a package deal with your friend, huh? If he wants, he can watch."

All Tim had to contribute was a shrug.

Damn. He isn't going to say no?

However, I felt a strong urge to accept her offer myself. As I pulled Tim aside briefly, I asked him if he was serious about it.

"Dude," Tim whispered, "I know we've never done anything like this before, but... just look at her!"

He held his hand up to my chest. "I promise, I'll behave."

My eyes darted over to her again. She had such a beautiful smile. And after all, he was right. She was hot. What seemed to be a relaxed evening was heading in a completely different direction. And I really had no idea how things would unfold next. Nevertheless, I silently clasped his hand, and we set off with the pretty blonde.

"I'm Beth, by the way," she said in Tim's direction.

"Tim," he answered.

So much to keeping things incognito.

"I'm Paul," I said. "So, what brings you to town?"

She told us she was there for a business meeting. When we said that Saturday night was kind of a bold time for something like that, she just smirked and went, "Yep, perks of being your own boss, huh?"

Two blocks later, we were already standing in front of her hotel. Five big, golden stars sat proudly above the massive awning at the entrance. It seemed more like a palace than a hotel. Tim nudged me and raised an eyebrow. I could only stare back - just as stunned. Even on the way to Beth's room, I didn't just admire her rear, but also the opulent décor of the hallways.

When we finally entered her room, she tossed her handbag onto a table and settled on the massive bed. With both hands, she patted the space beside her, and so we sat down. My usually outgoing best friend was, just like me, tense and waiting for her instructions. As she grasped our legs, a pleasant shiver ran through my body.

"Alright, first off, I'm going to freshen up quickly." She looked at Tim. "You, sweetie, as I said, you can only watch. No touching. Where you sit or stand is up to you."

He nodded obediently, and she turned to me. Her grip on my leg tightened as she kissed me. My dick slowly started to make itself known.

"And you... you just sit here nicely, okay? I also want you to give me your phones. I don't want any videos of myself popping up on the web."

We handed her both devices and she disappeared in the bathroom.

Tim turned to me, all excited. "Dude, this is so surreal!" I nodded. "Are you really cool with me staying? I totally get it if you wanna be alone with her."

I shook my head and said, "No, it's alright. Don't worry. We're doing this. It's just sex."

"Well," he said, as he went over to sit on the chair at the table, "have fun, man."

We both grinned at each other.

Then Beth came back - just in her underwear and the necklace around her neck. My eyes were glued to her voluminous breasts. With a wide grin, she sat down on the bed, her gaze flashing from me to Tim.

"So," she said and gestured for us to stand in front of her. "Come over here."

Tim hesitated briefly, but eventually stood to my right. Beth gazed dreamily into his eyes.

"If you're allowed to look at me..." She winked at him. "Go ahead. Undress."

She leaned back, propping herself on her elbow. I quickly got rid of my clothes and looked into her eyes as I pulled my underwear down in one swift motion. Her gaze drifted down to my mostly-erect cock. Shortly after, Tim stood beside me, his dick hard as rock.

"Mhmm," she hummed, her eyes darting between us. "But one..." She moved forward again, her face now dangerously close to my crotch, "doesn't seem quite awake yet."

As she looked into my eyes, her hand ran up my leg. My heart was racing. Then I felt her fingers on my balls and just as her palm touched the underside of my dick, it was already stiff. She stroked it once more, took it in her hand and jerked me very slowly. A heavenly feeling. Then, her gaze went over to Tim and his cock bobbed with anticipation.

Beth bit her lower lip. "You both have really nice cocks." Then her other hand went to Tim's leg and slowly crept higher. "I might regret saying that you can just watch."

She stopped below his balls and asked, "Except you just want to watch?" She looked back at my cock, still caressing it. "Or do you want that?"

"Yes," Tim gasped.

"What?" she asked playfully.

"Yes," he repeated, louder. "I want that."

"Would you do something for it?"

He nodded. Beth lowered her hands on the bed and stretched her upper body forward. "Tell me what you think of my breasts."

I marveled at them in the meantime. Her bra held them perfectly tight together.

"They look wonderful," he said.

"But you can't really see them, can you?"

Tim hesitated briefly, then stammered, "Uhm, no."

"Then why don't you change that," she suggested.

He took a step forward and reached for the clasp, confidently pulling her bra off. She looked him in the eyes, as she started to stroke my cock again.

"They're fantastic," he said. "They're perfect."

"Thank you," she replied and then also grasped his cock, stroking it at the same slow pace. "Why don't you two touch them, so I can have some fun too?"

Tim looked over to me, and with a slight grin, we each grabbed one of her breasts. She let out a soft moan and waited a little while until we played with her nipples. But she wanted more - just like me.

She let herself fall back on the bed, and said, "Alright, someone needs to remove that last piece of clothing."

With one hand, she tugged on her panties. Tim looked at me and nodded. In a tender manner, I bent down and could smell her feminine scent. With my fingers tucked to the side of her panties, I carefully pulled them down. The scent grew stronger and aroused me even more.

For a moment, I admired her neatly trimmed pubic hair and her shaved labia - slightly glistening in the light. Bravely, I reached out to grasp it and looked into Beth's eyes as they lightly fluttered.

She groaned extatically to the play of my finger, looked at Tim and said, "Relax. You can certainly go ahead and pleasure yourself. Don't be shy."

Then she gestured for me to come onto the bed beside her. As soon as I kneeled next to her head, she took my cock in her hand and I saw out of the corner of my eye that Tim was stroking his dick. I reached between Beth's legs again.

"Mhmmm," she groaned as she spread them, "Tim, can you see between my legs... can you see what Paul is doing down there?"

He nodded, and she continued, "What do you say, on a scale from one to ten, how much do you like my pussy?"

"Off the charts," he replied.

"Oh... so you like it that much?" He nodded again, and she asked, "And on a scale from one to ten, how would you rate your pussy licking skills?"

Tim's jaw dropped and I smiled at him. "Hmm... eight?"

"Oh," Beth remarked. She removed my hand from her pussy and placed it on her tit instead. "If they're that good, I'd love a little demo."

He didn't need to be told twice. We watched him as he got down on his knees, immediately kissing her labia. Beth groaned loudly as he started his work. A moment later, she took my dick in her mouth - to which I groaned just as much.

As she continued to suck me inside her mouth, Tim caused similar sounds from her crotch. I played with her tits and simply enjoyed my treatment. It didn't take too long until she was worked up enough.

She released my dick and said, "I want to feel you inside me." I agreed, and she said, "Tim, thank you, that was marvelous."

This time, I didn't wait for more instructions. As Tim stood up, I grabbed her legs and turned her by ninety degrees. "Hey, wha- huh?" she whimpered. In a swift motion, her shiny pussy was parked in front of me and her head was beside Tim's dick.

"Mhmm," she said, "you really don't want your friend to come up short, right?"

I pushed her legs forward, so her knees almost touched her tits. This way, I put her pussy perfectly on display for me. Then, with a nod towards Tim's lower body, I told her what I had in mind.

She grasped his dick and rubbed it - and I only rubbed my dick against her clit in return. Her squinted eyes told me she understood my wordless request. She slowly wrapped her lips around Tim's dick, so I also guided the tip of my dick into her pussy.

We all moaned in unison. Beth's pussy was so wet, I could shove my dick all the way inside. She had a hard time sucking Tim properly in her position, but he soon started to move his hips to fuck her mouth.

In between, she looked at him and said, "But don't come in my mouth, okay?"

He nodded and guided his dick back between her lips. Beth looked over to me a few times as I was fucking her. She seemed to smile - as far as I could tell in her position. Her tits were shaking back and forth with each of my thrusts.

It took quite some time until I felt that sensation when your horniness is getting to a dangerously high level. I eagerly tried not to go too fast. Tim, already groaning loudly before, suddenly pulled his hips back and started to rub his dick.

"I'm gonna come," he whispered.

Beth smiled broadly and said, "Yeah, come on my tits."

Tim adjusted to aim at her upper body as she moaned, "Faster, Paul! Please. Fuck me."

When Tim started to shoot his load, I didn't even realize that I just went past the point of no return. I fucked her as fast as I could and quickly said, "I'm coming!"

Beth locked eyes with me and nodded continuously. "Yeah! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"

While Tim kept spraying her tits, I felt how my cock began to unload inside her. I narrowed my gaze as she moaned even louder, seizing the bedsheets with both hands. Then, she held her breath and eventually let out a deep groan.

All of us were panting when I pulled my dick out of Beth's pussy. A torrent of cum oozed out and gradually trickled into the sheets. Tim wiped the last drop of cum on her breast and we had to laugh as we exchanged frazzled looks.

"That was amazing," he said.

Beth agreed. "Oh... yeah!"

I just exhaled deeply, still trying to conceive what had just happened. A moment later, she left to refresh in the bathroom.

"Dude, that was so hot," I said. "When you came on her tits, it was like... flipping a switch for me."

Tim grinned and said, "I've been wondering how you managed to hold out for so long. And hey... thanks for... making me a part of it."

I shrugged. "Would've been only half the fun otherwise."

"So, we bouncing?" he asked, then Beth came back, still naked.

First thing I did when she put our phones on the nightstand, was stare at her bouncy tits.

She cupped them and asked, "Haven't had enough of them yet?" Then, she winked and slipped into her underwear.

Tim joked, "Is that even possible?"

As Tim and I grabbed our clothes, Beth leaned in and whispered, "You wanna stay for the night?"

But Tim had apparently heard that, put a hand on my shoulder and said, "Yes. He wants." Then he planted a kiss on Beth's cheek and added, "Go easy on him."

Once dressed, he nodded goodbye, and Beth called after him, "Oh, by the way! You were actually a solid nine!" She winked at him as he turned around and laughed.

The door fell shut, and Beth gave me a shy look, ordering me to follow her to the bathroom. She got rid of her underwear again, we hopped in the spacious shower and thoroughly cleaned each other. My dick was constantly hard and bobbed happily as she soaped it.

When we switched positions, I got behind her, and gave those wonderful tits some more attention. The gap between our bodies vanished and my dick rested upright in the cleft of her buttocks. I started to rub it against her skin, gradually pointing the tip towards her butthole.

I assumed I was almost there when she whispered, "No... not there."

"Okay," I replied while she turned around, kissed me and pointed my dick downwards. When she got closer and moved her hips back and forth, it rubbed against her labia.

"Let's towel off and continue in bed, alright?" she asked.

Our tongues kicked off a wild game and I soon found myself falling backwards on the bed. Beth crawled beside me and then swung her leg over my chest, blatantly exposing her pussy before my face. I could smell her lust and admired the details of her glistening labia, but was immediately pulled from my focus by her tongue as she licked along my shaft.

I grabbed her ass and explored her pussy with my tongue. Beth paused for a second and moaned. Her warm breath ghosted against my cock. Then she continued and finally brought it into her mouth. While my lips occasionally latched onto her clit, I noticed she was getting more and more distracted. Her small pauses weren't necessarily a bad thing, because she already got me pretty wound up.

With a hasty maneuver, she eventually turned around, held my cock and slowly lowered her hips onto mine. Both her little bear pendant and her breasts swayed back and forth a few times until I grabbed and kneaded them. Her thrusts became stronger, her gaze dreamier. Then I took one nipple into my mouth and pinched the other between my fingers.

She moaned lustfully into my ear. "Oh damn, that feels so good!"

As she sat up and continued to ride me, she stopped me from rubbing her clit with my thumb. She took my Hands and held them firmly.

"No need to, sweetie, trust me."

We grinned at each other. My hands slid over her thighs, her arms, and as she leaned towards me again, her breasts. I realized that her breathing gradually turned into permanent moaning.

As I was about to say the same, I heard her whisper, "I'm gonna come soon."

Talk about timing!

She observed my face. I nodded, wrapped my arms around her, and matched her thrusts.

"Oh yeah! Oh my God!" she moaned, and then looked deep in my eyes. "Come for me. Come inside me!"

Then she closed her eyes and threw back her head. After a few more thrusts, I pressed my hips against hers and came. Her initially surprised look quickly morphed into a mischievous grin.

"Oh my God! Oh my... I love to feel how you come inside me," she said. "That was wonderful."

Another long, passionate kiss followed and I eventually noticed my cum leaking out of her.

"We've... made another mess down there," I said.

She raised her eyebrows and giggled. "Yeah, all thanks to you."

Once we'd cleaned up the remnants of our bodily fluids, we grabbed a fresh sheet and lay back down. Even though there was a certain fear about how Beth would react when she came back to her senses, there was only one way to find out. She snuggled up against me and I held her close.

"I gotta get my train quite early tomorrow," she said. "Gotta set an alarm."

I just shrugged. "No worries."

A moment later, I fell asleep to her fresh, feminine scent.

Upon waking up the next morning, my initial fears were confirmed. Beth had just silenced her alarm and I could only hear a groan from her as she wriggled out of bed. She rummaged through her small suitcase for her clothes.

"Morning," I said.

A strained smile flashed across her lips. "Hey."

Embarrassed, I got up to grab my things. She held her clothes to cover her breasts.

"You don't have to get up," she said, as she stood beside me. "The room's booked until two."

Message received. Loud and clear.

It was too late when I realized that she reached for my hand. She stared at me with an increasingly bewildered expression.

Oh crap.

"I'm leaving," I said. "Thank you for the... unforgettable night."

She remained silent for a few seconds. As I hurried to get dressed, she said, "You... you... you're doing something with me."

I paused briefly and looked at her. Then I felt her hand on mine again. She was firmly pressing it against her pussy. And she was wet - unusually wet.

"You... you are doing this with me," she whispered.

So... she just got super horny from my touch? Is this what's actually happening with them?

Her clothes dropped to the floor as she pressed her lips on mine. In a moment of hesitation, she gave me another confused look, but continued her kiss. Once I felt the side of the bed against my legs, I decided to stop her.

"I'm sorry, I... I have to leave," I said.

Softly, she shook her head and placed one hand on my chest. "No, please. No rush. I've got some more time. Shouldn't we... make good use of it?"

You have to go. Don't listen to your penis. This will just make it worse for her.

"Trust me," she whispered, kissing my neck. "It'll be worth your while."

Well... one more won't hurt.

My grin was enough of an answer - she practically launched me onto the bed. Time was short, so things were about to get fast. She climbed back on top of me, but I held her off just as she leaned in for a kiss.

"Wait, I wanna take you from behind," I said.

She hesitated, but then nodded. As I got on my knees, she turned her gorgeous ass towards me. Once my cock nudged her pussy, Beth pressed her body against mine and I slid in with one smooth move. Without waiting, I gripped her hips and began to ram my cock inside her. The pace didn't allow me to appreciate the view for too long. Way too soon I felt myself getting closer to an orgasm.

"I'm almost there," I said.

Beth just gave a disappointed 'Oh.' but I couldn't help it - I could feel it wasn't going to be much longer.

She whined, "Okay, fuck me faster!"

"Oh fuck," I groaned.

My balls clenched and I started cumming without slowing down. Beth kept telling me to fuck her, and even though it kind of ruined my orgasm a little, I finally got her there a moment later too.

She groaned loudly. "Oh my God, yes! Oh my God! Oh..."

I buried my cock deep inside her pussy and kept it there as I felt her spasms. When Beth stopped moaning, she flopped back on the bed.

"Sweet Jesus," she slurred, "that was... just... wow!"

"You bet. I hope you'll still catch your train now," I joked.

"Yeah, no worries," she said with a wink. "I set my alarm extra early."

There was a certain sadness about her as I got dressed and leaned in for a parting kiss. I went along with her suggestion about exchanging numbers - it seemed weird to refuse and just walk out.

But why does she also want my number? It's like she's not just horny, she's... actually feeling something for me. Just like Dana...

Not long after, I was on the train home, my thoughts circling around Dana. I'd promised her a serious talk today, which probably wouldn't work without touching her - even if it was just a hug. I wasn't sure if I should just visit her, tell her I only want to be friends and leave. Then again, the thought of having her as my girlfriend was kind of exciting. But with my current condition I'd turn her into some kind of sex addict.

I concluded I'd have to stall her some more. There had to be a way to control it. Since she gave me her number the other day, I texted her, saying I needed more time because of some family drama. Said I'd get back to her in a few days when things calmed down. Ended the message with a giant apology and hoped she'd buy it for now.

Right when I shoved my phone away, it buzzed. A message from Tim.

We need to talk ASAP

Just as I read that, another message came in.

Like ASAP ASAP

I immediately called him, but he shut me down, said he didn't want to talk on the phone. We decided to meet at that little diner near my place - I could definitely use a bite to eat anyway.

When I got there, I waited a bit until Tim showed up. He had a rather grim look on his face, and before we went inside, I asked him what was going on.

"Well," he muttered, "that woman from last night..."

I couldn't believe he'd already forgotten her name. "Beth," I said, a little ticked.

"Yeah, Beth," he said. "I... I think we might've gotten ourselves into something."

As he saw my puzzled look, he started to explain. "When I saw the news this morning, there was a report about her. I almost freaked out."

He unlocked his phone. On the screen, I saw Beth's face and a snapshot of the news: '... investigation for tax evasion.' Still unsure why he thought it was such a big deal, so I pushed for more.

He continued, "You know why she's being investigated? She's the fucking mayor's daughter."

That gave me chills too. "The... the..." I stammered.

Tim gave an emphatic nod. "Yeah, exactly. We hooked up with the mayor's daughter. That goddamn crook who's said to get people killed."

A family came out from the diner and I hushed Tim, pulling him aside.

With a panicked face, he added, "Why the hell do I always end up in this kinda mess?"

"Chill out for a second. She doesn't even know who we are. I touched her again this morning - unintentionally. So, she's most likely still feeling a bit elevated right now. I doubt that she'll remember us in a bad way."

He rolled his eyes. "First of all, you can't be sure. Maybe she's just as cold-blooded as her old man. And besides, we're on the hotel security cameras. If they start looking, they're gonna know who we are."

I was still thinking about how it could be such a bad thing. Tim said, "You know... she doesn't need any more negative press." He ran a thumb along his neck.

At this point, it was too late anyways, so I tried to calm him. "I don't think she's anything like that. You're overthinking it. Let's get inside, I'm starving."

Tim agreed and made it clear he really hoped I was right. Once we sat at the table, we chatted about the highlights of the previous night while waiting for our scrambled eggs. When they finally arrived, the waiter looked a little overwhelmed, carrying both plates and some cutlery.

To help him out, I took my plate and accidentally touched his hand. The second plate almost slipped from his grip in shock, and he gave me a baffled look. He quickly set the other plate down in front of Tim and walked away - awkwardly trying to hide the obvious bulge in his pants. I glanced over at Tim, who had clearly noticed too.

"What the hell just happened?!" he asked.

"I... I think I know..." I said, my mouth still open, "I know why some... people react and some don't."

"They initially have feelings for you?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's why Dana tried to talk to me and... start over. And that's why Beth gave me her number when I left this morning."

Tim suddenly looked like he was about to stab me with his fork. "She did WHAT?"

I tilted my head, "Calm down. I just told you... Beth's not gonna do anything. Trust me."

Tim thought for a moment, then leaned forward. "Alright, fine, say your little magic, hocus pocus, whatever, reveals her feelings for you. Boosts them. What then? You're gonna be together with her now? Or would you eventually dump her... if she asks for more?"

Okay, he's got a point. It would be cool if I got a girlfriend - one. If all those women somehow realize that they love me, this is gonna get out of hand real fast. And some of them even know where I live. That's probably not gonna help either.

Tim saw me completely lost in thought. "Okay, I'm sorry, man. Listen... I know you still have to deal with it. But let's be honest... even if you can't always avoid a touch with your hand, at least... you know, hold back on who you keep touching."

He made a good point. I was lucky that I had only had so few encounters before. Who knows where else I could've gotten dragged into?

While we were eating, Tim asked, "But why isn't that guy hitting on you now?"

I shrugged. "He probably doesn't want to lose his job. Besides, even if I were gay, I'm already sitting here with a guy."

We both laughed. When it came time to pay, the waiter gave me another shy look, but nothing more. I then took Tim to the bus stop and headed home. A little walk would hopefully do me some good.

I'll admit I still had that tingling in my fingers. For a while I planned to drive some stops away from home and have a little fun there. But luckily, I had my PC parts waiting for me at home. That would help me clear my head for now. And the day was still plenty long to fit in other activities.

As I was walking toward the park, I saw a crowded ice cream shop. The line out front was too long for my liking, so I gave it a miss. To avoid the crowd, I crossed to the other side of the street. Just as I stepped on the sidewalk, someone walked out of the café ahead of me - it was Marie.

She caught my eye, and said, "You... you stole it from me!"

Stole it from her? I didn't take anything from her apartment.

Just as I was about to ask her what she meant, someone nudged her from behind. Even though she tried to avoid my hands, I reflexively held her by the arms to keep her from falling.

Oh crap.

A soft moan escaped her mouth at my touch. Unlike mine, Marie's expression grew increasingly cold. She seemed to get her thoughts in order.

Quickly, she snapped, "If you do anything to me while I'm jinxed, I swear I'm go-"

She fell silent mid-sentence and her face softened into the dreamy gaze of a lovestruck teenager.