It was in my junior year that I really began to use my power regularly.   In intramural basketball, I took to encouraging my opponent to move right while I moved left.  I became known as they player who could get by anyone.  Too bad I couldn’t shoot worth a damn!  I used my power with teachers as well (though not the way I had done with that substitute!).  I didn’t make anybody give me a grade I didn’t deserve, but I did get myself homework extensions and the like.  It was nice to have that option.

 

As for girls, I became somewhat bolder than I had been.  I decided it would be more interesting if I didn’t start a new long-term relationship.  One night stands became my habit.  I only did it 5 or 6 times during that year, because I was still a little afraid of things, and also didn’t want to call attention to myself.

 

A typical example was with a girl named Holly.  She was new to the school that year, and though I didn’t share any classes with her, I did pass her in the hall every day.  She was taller than most girls her age, and had long, straight blond hair, all the way down to her waist.  Despite a  bust size which was somewhat smaller than I would have preferred, she was a knockout.  And I wanted to know what it would be like to have sex with a girl who was taller than me.

 

One day after school I saw her near the parking lot waiting for her ride.  She was holding her books tight against her chest, watching the parking lot entrance intently.  I suggested to her, you’re cold, you want to go inside.  Then I watched Holly turn back toward the school and walk into the lobby.  Following her, I had her to walk down the hall into the nurse’s office, which was always empty at this time of day.  Then I directed her into a small back room which I knew contained two cots, for use by ill students.  I followed her in, closed the door, and instructed her silently not to be surprised by my presence.  In fact, I continued, you have wanted desperately to make love to me ever since you first laid eyes on  me.  It’s all you’ve been able to think about since you arrived here.

 

True to form, Holly practically attacked me.  She dropped her books on the floor and threw her arms around me, threw me against the wall, and kissed me like a madwoman!  She climbed up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and with me doing my best to maintain my balance, she pulled my head down into her breasts.  Then, unable to feel my kisses through her blouse, she jumped away from me and practically tore it off, exposing two high, firm breasts.  Not that I had much chance to examine them – she was back on me in an instant!

 

Unsteadily, I was able to maneuver our entwined bodies to one of the cots, where I fell backwards and she climbed on top.  Holly wasted no time unbuckling my belt, unzipping my fly, and tugging my jeans down to my knees.  She quickly pulled down her own shorts as well and straddled me, frantic to get my rock-solid dick between her very wet nether lips.  Once she did, she only needed to pump a couple of times before reaching a very loud, very intense orgasm.  My own release followed very quickly thereafter. 

 

Then she fell off sideways and lay next to me on the cot, desperately trying to catch her breath.  Golly, I thought, I’m going to have to be more careful!  But the possibilities were intriguing.

 

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It was also during my junior year that I discovered that I could target my power to a group of people instead of just one.  My friend Pete was going out with a girl from his church named Sally.  Sally had the biggest pair of boobs I had ever seen on a girl.   We were on a double-date to the town bowling alley when I met her, and was mesmerized by her figure.  I’m sure she noticed me staring, as did my own date Fannie, and I felt very embarrassed.  I looked away and tried not to think about it, focusing instead on Fannie’s game as best I could, but to no avail.  Eventually my curiosity got the better of me, and I began to hatch a plan. 

 

First, I ensured that Fannie wouldn’t notice me paying attention to Sally.  You are really into your game, and aren’t watching what I’m doing.  Then, to Pete, You need to step outside now and walk all the way home.  He excused himself, saying he’d be right back, and headed out the door.  Sally’s face registered confusion, until I looked at her and thought, You aren’t worried about Pete.  He’ll be back.  You want to pay attention to me now.  Sally came over and sat down next to me on the bench.

 

I had almost begun reaching for Sally’s chest when an unshaven man with an earring interrupted me, “Hey buddy, you using this ball here?” 

 

“Uh, no, no, go right ahead.” 

 

Of course, I realized then that we weren’t alone.  If I wanted my prize I would have to do something about the spectators.  On a whim, I swept the room with my eyes and thought, You all have to go to the bathroom.  Amazingly, each and every person stopped what he or she was doing and walked toward the rest rooms.  I broke out into hysterical laughter as they all lined up, impatiently waiting for access to the single toilet on each side of the arcade room.  Then for good measure I thought, You will not  notice me and Sally any more.

 

Finally, assured of privacy amid all these people, I turned back to Sally.  She sat demurely as I carefully opened the buttons of her blouse, one at a time, from top to bottom.  Then I gently stroked the upper sections of her incredibly large breasts, feeling their softness and their immensity.  Finally I carefully lifted her white bra upwards over her head (Sally obligingly lifted her arms for me) and dropped it on the floor.  Amazed at the size and hardness of Sally’s nipples, I touched them with my fingers, first lightly, then more forcefully, squeezing and twisting them as the spirit moved me.  It soon moved me to place my mouth on one of her nipples and feel it with my tongue, my hands cupping the underside of her vast breast.  Sally put her arms around my shoulder and pulled me up into her lap.

 

I played with my best friend’s girlfriend’s boobs for a long time, right there in the public bowling alley, amid a crowd of people who weren’t at all aware of us.  It was really something, and I realized that I could probably do this with any girl I wanted now – with no risk of discovery, impropriety, embarrassment, or strings attached.  Oh, speaking of strings attached, I later convinced Pete, Sally and Fannie that we had played 3 solid games, and really enjoyed it.

 

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A few days later I decided to test my new-found freedom.  It was early evening, on a breezy but warm Saturday night.  The town center was teeming with people stepping in and out of Starbucks and Uno’s, talking and laughing with each other, and standing in line at the movie theater.  I chose a well-dressed young lady who was talking animatedly with her date.

 

Slowly, I turned 360 degrees, taking in all the life around me.  In the process I thought, None of you will notice me or what I am about to do here.  Then, to my target, You will do whatever I say, and will not object to my attentions.  Satisfied, I stepped up to the lady and interrupted her conversation.  “What’s your name?” I asked, quite boldly.

 

She stopped talking abruptly and looked at me.  “I’m Delia.  Do I know you?”

 

“No, you don’t know me.”  Her date was already replying to the point that he imagined Delia had made.  “Come over here with me.”  I backed up into a space with relatively few people, and Delia followed.

 

Ok, I was ready to take the plunge.  “Take off your top,” I commanded.  Delia crossed her arms and pulled her tight T-shirt over her head.  The movement made her generous boobs shake and wobble, much to my adolescent delight!  I wasted no time then, feeling and squeezing her gorgeous breasts, right there in plain view with crowds of people around!  Wow – this was fantastic!

 

So my junior year consisted mainly of periodically taking unfair advantage of other people, sometimes to satisfy my sexual curiosity, and sometimes for purely plutonic purposes.  By the time the school year ended, though, I was hatching some pretty ambitious plans for the fall.  I used the summer to practice.