What a Teenager does with mind control. P1. (repost)

What a Teenager does with mind control. P1. (repost)

BY ANDREAS2
Just a fantasy I’ve had for a while.
Wasn’t really sure how to begin the ‘obtaining’ of the powers, but that wasn’t really part of my fantasy, so I decided to write my real fantasy first and if I get good feedback make it into a bit of a series with a prequel etc.
So please rate and constructive criticism appreciated!
(Posting again because I accidently published it, was only meant to post it to my account as a final draft. Anyway this version contains grammatical fixes and slight errors with the story. Enjoy).


This secret was bursting to get out of me and I really needed to talk to someone about it. Brainstorm. Get some ideas of how to use it, how to abuse it. Man, the thoughts of what I could do were giving me so much excitement, I couldn’t sit still. Ok, I was showing off a bit by telling someone but what’s the point of having a power if you don’t share it with a mate? Besides, who wouldn’t want to be mates with someone who could get you laid with any girl or girls of your dreams?
Now I just needed to figure out whom to tell…took only a second to think about. Tom. I’ve always liked Tom, he’s a great bloke. He’s the kind of guy to keep the party going and just generally enlighten the mood and atmosphere. He never tells others anything and I always liked talking about shit to Tom, I mean about girls and stuff. I can’t really describe it but whenever Tom enters a conversation he keeps the vibe going. He was always a great bloke to have around.
I went to sleep with a plan formulating in my head for the next day of school. Well, I’d hardly call it a master plan, but a way to break it to Tom. I’ll just say, that although Tom is a bit of a party animal, smokes weed gets drunk when he can, he is still an innocent, sweet virgin who hasn’t gotten further than second base. Like I said, our group is rather innocent.
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I woke at 6am to my alarm. Normally I’d be pressing snooze over and over until it was 7.30, but today I was instantly wide awake and put my ‘plan’ into motion.
I got my mobile and dialled Tom’s number. I knew he’d be asleep but if I sounded urgent enough he’d listen.
“Hello…” What’d I say; half asleep.
“Yo Tom, sorry to wake you up, but I got something fucking awesome, so awesome you’d jizz in your pants if I told you. Look, can I pick you up and we go to school early?”
“What? Dude I’m in bed. Nothing can be more awesome than sleeping another hour.” He has no idea.
“Dude, look I’m dyyyying to tell someone. Or did you just want to meet at school?”
“Jeeeez man. You sound like a little kid who just got their first erection.” This was more awesome.
He continued, “Seriously though dude, did you like win tats-lotto or some shit? You sound reallllllly happy.”
“Better.”
“What? Better than winning 20 million dollars?” Ohhh yes.
“Yep.”
“No shit?”
“No shit. I’m sharing the holy grail with you mate.”
There was some silence then he said, “Pick me up at 7. Better be worth it!” then hung up.
“You have no idea.” I said aloud as I hung up and went downstairs for some breakfast.
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I picked Tom up and he immediately wanted to know the score. I told him to wait until we got to school; I couldn’t really talk and drive at the same time, well I can, just not about…you know, and it doesn’t set the right mood. My plan required us to be at school anyway. To pass the time we just put some AC/DC full blast until we got to school.
Once there we unloaded our bags into our respective lockers, met in the study area, chose a small study room and closed the door. These rooms were sound proof because they were next to teachers offices and students could talk and study in them.
The school was basically empty because it was so early, only a few early-rising teachers were there, but they camped at their offices so there was no chance of being overheard.
“So Aaron, what’s the big thing that’s better than 20 million dollars?” He asked.
I looked at him funny. I didn’t know how to word this.
“Are you still a virgin Tom?”
Asking this was always a touchy topic for him. He hated to admit it; I think he was rather ashamed to be basically 18 and still a virgin.
“Yes…what you going to get me laid or something?” He sounded annoyed.
I realised that I’d struck a nerve. I instantly regretted asking it. It was hardly relevant anyway.
“Actually sorry, I didn’t really mean to ask that. I was just wondering in my head if you were a virgin still and it just came out-“
He interrupted, “Dude it’s cool, go on.”
“Right. Well, we can change that. But I’ll just tell you what I wanted to say. Man I’m finding this hard to word. Now I know you’re gonna say that you don’t believe me blah blah blah, I certainly wouldn’t believe me either. But I’m just saying that what I’m gonna tell you is gonna sound fucked up and like total BS. You’ll think I’m nuts.”
I paused to let him process all that.
“Right OK. Go on.”
I took a big breathe and then I suddenly decided that I couldn’t be fucked breaking it him slowly. Better to just get it out there.
“I can control girls. Everything. Their thoughts, feelings, desires. Anything about them.”
He blinked slowly. “What?”
“You heard me. I can basically control a girl like controlling a SIMS character, like a puppet.”
He was silent for a few seconds before bursting out laughing.
I kept looking at him seriously, unappreciative of the laughing.
He noticed my sternness and stopped. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“So you can make a girl do anything you want?”
“Yep.”
He smirked at that and said, “Well you’re right. I’m gonna need some proof.”
I was expecting him to say that. “Fair enough. Tom look out the window, into the hall. You see her?”
“Britt yeah?”
“Yeah. Would you like to lose your virginity to her? Would you like me to make her your girlfriend? Or would you simply like me to make her strip off right there so you’ll believe me?”
Tom stared at me wide eyed. I knew why. Brittany, aka Britt, was one of the hottest girls in our year level. She wasn’t part of our group, and I barely knew her, but smoking hot she was! She was part of the athletics team and was a championship runner. Her being there was no coincidence. I know she comes to school early to do work; I come to school early myself a bit and she’s always there. A lay with her wouldn’t be denied by any sane, straight man. Just the thought of her tanned, long, fit legs wrapped around you….Fuck! I was getting aroused. Stop thinking about her no stop! Shit, she’s looking at me. I’ve put some thoughts into her head. Calm down, calm down. I’ve just made her a bit horny. Bloody hell, I’m going to have to control myself better. If I got too horny I reckon every girl in a miles radius would be on top of me. I made a mental note to practice stopping my subconscious thoughts about people being transmitted to them.
Tom hadn’t noticed though, which was good, I’d rather explain the details of the power later. For now I just wanted to keep it simple. I was still eagerly waiting to hear Tom’s response, so I was looking at him. He just kept staring at me, still wide eyed, and then would glance at Britt. I think he was half expecting to wake up and find out it was a dream, or me to burst out laughing and say ‘had you going there Tom didn’t I?’ Hell, I don’t blame him; I still can’t believe it myself.
Eventually, he laughed a little, breaking the silence.
“Alright Mr. Mind-controller. Do it.” It was clear he wasn’t convinced, and thought I was nuts.
“What?”
“Make her strip off right there.”
I thought for a second but decided for obvious reasons it would draw too much attention, not to mention that it would be dog to her. I mean, controlling a girl’s desires for you without them knowing is bad, but they don’t know it, so it’s not so bad, but ruining their life…another story.
“I could do that, but she would get in trouble and I don’t want to drag too much attention yeah? But I’ll do this.”
I sent a little command and she reached under her school shirt and started unhinging her bra, which she placed on the table, then reached up her skirt and began sliding her panties down off her outstretched feet, placing these with her bra. I made her turn around and wink at us, for the icing on the cake.
Tom was flabbergasted; his jaw literally touched the ground.
“Satisfied?” I grinned.
With a quick mental push she picked her up underwear and strolled towards us, opening the door and throwing them on Toms lap.
“I thought you might like these.” She smiled at him, standing in front of him.
“Britt, your ears are now muted, and close the door.” I ordered. She obeyed.
“So man what do ya think?
“I…don’t…I can’t….what..are..you?”
To skip the freak-out part, I decided to quickly preoccupy him.
“Strip off, quickly” I commanded.
She immediately ripped her clothes off standing naked in front of us.
I got up and cupped one of her luscious tits in my hand, and slithered in her ear, just audible enough for Tom to hear.
“You will have an uncontrollable need to rip Tom’s clothes off and fuck him senseless or until you physically can’t anymore. I suggest in the corner there so teachers don’t see you.”
She immediately was grabbing at Tom’s clothes, unable to get them off fast enough, at the same time kissing him with Tom completely shocked at the whole situation. His face was priceless.
“Britt, when the bell goes, you will stop whatever you’re doing, get dressed here, go back to your desk where your books are, and then forget this ever happened. You will not remember a thing since you looked at me from your desk. Nod if you understand.” She looked at me and nodded, before swiftly returning to Tom.
I started walking out as I saw her mounting him on the ground, furiously grabbing at the belt to his pants.
I walked out and went next door to a teachers’ office. I told a female teacher to lock the study room for me, without looking inside. They are unlocked from the inside since it is a school, but I just wanted it locked for the benefit of Tom and his fuck buddy.
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I sat through my first two classes without really paying attention. Just hoping Tom would accept everything, and that he enjoyed himself. I’d find out soon enough at recess.
Eventually the bell rang and I put my books away and grabbed some food. I was on my way to our group’s turf before I got winded by a stray fist, dropping my food as I hunched over, before I got gripped in a tight head lock. I must say I was caught completely off guard.
“Start talking.” Tom said. After I recover I knew I could overpower him, but I decided to let him keep me in his grip to let him feel better.
“Tom, Chill.