So here’s the deal: I have a power.  I can control people.  It’s weird, but that’s not something I spend too much time worrying about any more.  Wherever it came from – x‑rays, gene mutations, aliens, whatever – it seems to be here to stay, and I’m quite enjoying my life.

 

I first noticed in High School that I seemed to have an unusual influence over people.  There was no event, no lightning bolt or other sudden onset, it just sort of began to happen.  I guess it was part of my adolescent development.  I didn’t notice it at first; only in retrospect did it seem that unusual things were happening. 

 

The first time I remember such an episode was during my sophomore year, in English class.  This year was divided into what the school called “mini-courses”.  The current quarter’s topic was journalism.  I sort of liked journalism, but the teacher had given us a project assignment that I didn’t understand.  Rather than ask the teacher to explain (I was afraid of looking stupid), I just put off doing it until it was too late.  The teacher called my parents, we had a “meeting”, and he told us he was going to have to fail me for the quarter. 

 

I was a good student, and this was devastating for me.  Oh, how I wished he’d give me a chance to make it up!  I begged him to give me an extension, but he was adamant.  Then I thought, you really want me to pass.  You want to give me a different, much easier assignment, so I can get a good grade.  To my surprise, he soon gave in and did exactly what I had in mind.  My parents were satisfied, the teacher seemed satisfied, and I was relieved.  I did this new assignment and passed with flying colors.  But the teacher’s change of heart I chalked up to coincidence.

 

There were other incidents as well, but then there was the first time I actually realized that my thoughts had influenced someone.

 

* * *

 

As you know, a burgeoning adolescent develops all sorts of interesting desires and needs.  The girls were, of course, ahead of the boys, and one girl in particular, Patty, was burgeoning quite a bit herself.  She had a locker near mine, and I took to waiting around for her and surreptitiously watching her out of the corner of my eye, while pretending to search for something in my locker.  I don’t know what she thought, that I could never find my pens and pencils?  But she never seemed to notice me at all.

 

Anyway, one day I thought, you really want to let me feel your breasts.  Immediately, Patty glanced up from her own locker and peered at me.  Then quite nonchalantly, she shut her locker and brushed past me, “accidentally” grazing her boobs on my arm.  Then she was gone, and never made mention of it again.  Once I got over the shock and had a chance to think about it, I realized something was going on.

 

Later, in Gym class, some of the other boys were talking about some of the girls they had laid.  Most of it probably wasn’t true, but I didn’t know that at the time.  I wanted to hear more, so to one boy who seemed particularly knowledgeable I thought, you want to keep on talking about it.  That kept us in the locker room well into class time, and the instructor had to come in and yell at us for being late.  But during that conversation, I decided I was going to make it with Patty.

 

The next day, when I saw her at the locker, I thought, you really like me and want to go out with me.  She immediately peered at me again, then looked back down sheepishly.  Well, it’s now or never, I thought, and I uttered her name.  “Uh, Patty?  Uh, I’m Marty.”  Stupid – she knew who I was!  “Um, do you want to go to a movie with me on Saturday?”

 

Patty’s eyes lit up and she smiled demurely.  “Sure, Marty, I’d love to.  Can you call me tonight and we can make arrangements?  My number’s in the school directory.”

 

“Yeah, I’ll call you tonight.  Hey, thanks!”  I was about to have my first date!  She smiled again and went off to class.

 

As it turned out, I didn’t have to do any more mental nudging.  It didn’t happen that particular Saturday night (we were both a little nervous), but not long after that it did.  My brother drove us to a cards and gaming place we knew in town, and while he was occupied with his girlfriend inside, Patty and I slipped out and started necking in the back seat of his car in the dark parking lot.  One thing led to another, and sooner or later we found each other’s private parts.  I won’t go into those details now, because my purpose here is to tell you about my power, not my first screw.  Suffice it to say that I really liked her boobs, and she really liked my cock.  I was in seventh heaven after that.

 

Patty remained my girlfriend until the end of the school year.  Then, abruptly, Patty’s family moved to Chicago.  We had managed to fuck a few more times, but finding a private place to do it was always a problem. 

 

As for my power, I hadn’t really used it very much yet.  It was more a question of feeling weird about it, and a little guilty I suppose, than of any lack of strength or effectiveness.  Each time I did use it, the target seemed to do exactly what I suggested.

 

* * *

 

I remember one time in Science class, I stayed after school to make up a test.  We had a substitute that day, a very pretty woman who couldn’t have been more than 6 or 7 years older than me.  This must have been her first teaching job.  Anyway, we were alone in the classroom, she at her desk reading something, and I in a student desk a few rows back.  I kept glancing up at her because she had positioned herself sort of sideways, which left me with a pretty good view of her profile.  And her loose-fitting wool sweater gave a rather tantalizing suggestion of what might be underneath.  I was getting more and more distracted.

 

Finally I decided to test out my power.  You can see better without your glasses, I thought experimentally.  The teacher casually shifted her glasses into her hair.  Emboldened, I thought, you are feeling really warm.  The teacher wiped her sleeve across her forehead and tied her hair up behind her neck.  It’s too warm in here to be wearing a sweater.  She put down her book and pulled her thick wool sweater over her head.  I got a momentary glimpse of a slim, taut stomach as she did so.  I let her read some more before I got up the nerve to take the next step.  After checking around the room again, I thought, It’s too warm to be wearing a blouse.  Without looking up from her book, the teacher used one hand to unbutton her top.  Then she put the book down to take the blouse completely off, exposing a very nice pair of breasts in a black bra.  Your bra is too tight, you need to take it off.  She put the book down again and reached behind her back to unhook the bra, which she dropped in her lap. 

 

And there she was.  My teacher, topless, sitting right in front of me, completely unaware that anything was amiss.  I remember ogling for a long time before finally returning to my page.  I failed that test, by the way.