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I woke up the next morning, a smile on my face. I couldn’t wait to get home after school and have another session with Hana again. I couldn’t get her body out of my head, the way her breasts had felt under my fingers, the softness of her skin. Fuck, I was already hard just remembering it.

Shoving that aside, I got out of bed and went through my morning routine. When I walked out the door, my eyes automatically drifted towards the door to Hana's apartment. Unfortunately, there wasn't time to pop in and see if she was in. Either way, just walking past her front door put a pep in my step on my way to school.

Arriving at Winslow, I walked through the gate, heading to the courtyard. There were a few people there, and I found a place where I wouldn't be disturbed. Taking a breath, I started weaving the energy together, following the instructions I'd read the previous night. I wasn't trying to achieve any specific effect, just getting used to playing with the threads of power that I could now feel in the world around me.

This wasn't the first time I'd done this, and there was something relaxing about it. Like putting together a puzzle, or solving a rubik's cube. Of course, if I lost focus the threads could snap back, causing a reaction somewhere else. I'm assuming, anyway.

I was so focused on the strands of energy, I didn't notice the girl sneaking up behind me. It was only when someone tapped me on the shoulder that I opened my eyes, looking up. The girl in front of me was in the same year as me, only barely. Had she been born a week later, she'd have been put in the grade below and be at one of the equally shitty middle schools in Brockton Bay.

“Aisha,” I greeted her. She was a black girl with streaks of her hair dyed purple, 'stylishly' trashy clothes, and a build that was comparable to girls five years her senior. It wasn't that she was tall, or fat, but that she'd developed faster than her peers, giving her...assets of someone closer to nineteen than fourteen.

She was a pain in the ass, and was currently wearing a shit eating grin. Aisha had a bad habit of jumping to conclusions, and had tried to sell me on a few different 'get rich quick schemes'. I had a feeling her brother wouldn't have approved, though it was probably better that I'd dodged her attempts.

Still, as she sat down beside me, I couldn't help but take a quick glance at her cleavage. Not a huge one, but a respectable handful. And, if her older brother hadn't threatened to castrate me with a rusty butter knife if I touched her, I might have gone for it. Hell, even with that threat I sometimes weighed the pros and cons.

“So J, what’s got you looking like the cat that got the canary?” she asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I shrugged, replying, “Just thinking about stuff.”

She rolled her eyes, “Sure, whatever.”

We chatted for a few minutes, until the warning bell rang and we headed to our classes. The rest of the day was a blur, and as I walked home, I couldn't help but look forward to Hana. My dick had been half-hard all day just thinking about her.

Unfortunately, it was quickly apparent that she was at work, leaving me without access to that lovely middle eastern body of hers. Damn. With a growl, I tossed my backpack onto my couch, a flashing light in the corner of my peripheral catching my attention.

“Who the hell calls the landline?” I muttered under my breath as I walked over to the phone set into the wall. Pressing the button, I listened to the voicemail from the lawyer I’d managed to procure to deal with the tangled knot of basically everything that was my legal status.

Technically, I was a ward, lowercase w, of the state. I had, past tense, an uncle over in Europe who’d become my legal guardian two years ago when my parents died. He’d made sure that the apartment building was in my name and made sure that everything to keep it running was managed, so it was basically passive income for me.

Said uncle had died two and a half months ago, Hamburg, Germany. It was why I was living alone and not with the man, because he hadn't trusted his brother and sister-in-law, and had kept me on the other side of the Atlantic.

But, due to the laws being what they were, and the fact that it was still the middle of the probate process, and the fact that my uncle had a large family that didn't particularly want to move from their homeland, it was still tangled. Thus, I had a lawyer working on getting the process accelerated, and a bunch of documents waiting for a signature.

Sighing, I grabbed my backpack and sat down at the table, pulling out the homework that had been assigned today. I wouldn't be able to go to the lawyer's office until Friday, the day after tomorrow. It was a bit disappointing, the lawyer was a Grade A MILF, with blonde hair and a nice pair of T&A under her business suit.

With a sigh, I opened my book, flipping through it. Maybe there was a way to use some of the stuff in the book on the lawyer. That thought, combined with the memory of Hana, got my blood flowing. That plan was set aside for now, and I flipped to the chapter that had been stuck in my mind since I first read it, the one on mental manipulation.

I had started in on it already, it was where I'd found the instructions on weaving energy so that Hana wouldn't react to my touching her and working to create a bond of loyalty and affection. That had worked out better than expected. But I had a theory, and a hope.

As far as I could tell, the energy had two components, and was more a matter of manipulating it into a specific form, rather than a type. It was kind of like water, a simple substance with multiple states, and thus the manipulation could have an effect.

So, as I read through the chapter, I kept my mind open, letting the words flow into my mind. Some were interesting, and others were terrifying. A few I dismissed outright, but as I kept reading, one in particular caught my eye. As I read, a grin spread across my face. Oh Friday was going to be fun.

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“Mr. Bauer,” Carol Dallon greeted me as I entered her office an hour and a half after school on Friday.

I’d barely made it to her office before the secretary began to lock up, the other lawyer having already left. Fortunately for me, Carol Dallon was a workaholic, and from everything I’d gathered she was normally the last one to leave the office.

She was an attractive woman, her blonde hair pulled back in a loose bun, and her white business dress suit hugging her figure. There were a couple of files sitting on her desk, and her laptop was open.

I took a seat across from her, and for the next two hours we went over the documents that I needed to sign, initial, and so on. It was mind numbingly boring, but it had the side benefit of ensuring that the rest of the office had left by the time we were done.

The moment I finished signing the last paper, and Carol Dallon had put it in the folder with the rest of them, I began weaving the energy. As I had discovered, once I understood how to weave energy in a given manner, the next time was easier. Practice makes perfect, after all.

I was about to take a step towards her, when she looked at the clock and said, “Would you like a ride home? It is quite late, after all.”

The energy gathering in my hand dispersed. In retrospect, it would be for the best that I not make her office smell like a love hotel. So I nodded, standing up and walking over to her as she shut down her computer. The ride was silent, but as she parked in the spot I pointed her to, she finally spoke.

“I believe that ish ahll…”

What she'd been planning on saying as I unbuckled my seatbelt was cut off as I took my free hand, with threads of energy woven into the same manifestation that I'd first used on Hana, and slid three fingers into her mouth. She didn't start sucking, like I'd hoped, but a slight shudder ran through her, her eyes glazing over.

Leaning forward, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then moved down her face. I kissed the tip of her nose, then each eyelid. Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I traced a line of wetness from her jaw to her chin, then continued, pressing a series of kisses down her throat.

She let out a small gasp, the sound making me smile. Her skin was soft, smooth, and her scent was intoxicating. Reaching down, I unbuckled her seatbelt and dragged her with me into the backseat, her body unresisting, the weave of energy I'd infused into her making it so that, while she wouldn't be an active participant, her mind couldn't see anything wrong with whatever I did to her.

The car wasn't large, but there was enough space for the two of us. I had Carol lie on the bench seat, and after pulling off her heels, I removed her panties, sliding them down her legs, then tossing them aside. They were a nice, red, silk thong.

I couldn't help but admire the sight, her stocking covered legs, the skirt hiked up to reveal her trimmed pussy, the buttons of her suit jacket open and the white dress shirt underneath. I unbuttoned her dress shirt as well, revealing the lacy bra that matched her panties. Unclasping her bra, I let her breasts spill free.

They were pale, her pink nipples standing out, and her aureola a shade darker. She wasn't a young woman, and her nipples had a slight sag. Not that I minded. She was one of the top two MILFs in the city, alongside her sister.

Pushing the sides of her bra down her arms, I pressed my face into her chest, kissing the swell of her tits. The scent of her perfume filled my nose, the scent of her body sweat mixing in. I was already hard, my erection tenting my pants.

Her thighs were strong, and I pressed a kiss to her right one. Then, I pushed her legs apart, revealing her pussy. She was a little dry, and I licked her slit, her juices flowing freely now. The taste was tangy, her fluids dripping down my tongue. I ran the tip of my tongue around her labia, and up to her clit.

There was a faint tremor in her legs, her hands fidgeting. I took her clit into my mouth, sucking on it, then licking, circling the small bud with my tongue. Her thighs twitched, her moans filling the car.

My cock was aching, throbbing, begging for release. My pants were so tight that I thought they'd rip. Unbuttoning them, I pulled my cock out and stroked it, my precum dripping down my shaft.

Letting her clit fall from my mouth, I crawled up her body, and rubbed my cock along her slit. Her juices coated my shaft, and the warmth of her core radiated out, her cunt begging to be fucked. I'd like to take her funbags for a go sometime, but for now I was way too horny to wait any longer.

I pushed the head of my cock against her hole, then slowly, inch by inch, penetrated her pussy. She let out a gasp, her body trembling. Her walls clenched around my cock, milking my shaft, begging for my seed.

Reaching down, I groped her right breast, my hand sinking into the soft flesh. Her nipple was hard against my palm, and as I began to move, she gasped again. Her walls fluttered, her juices dripping onto the seat below us.

I could feel my climax approaching, the pressure building in my balls. As I felt her body shudder, her back arching and a loud moan escaping her lips, I came. My seed spilled into her, her womb accepting every drop.

I was panting as I collapsed, my mind a pleasant haze. Her legs were still shaking, her pussy still fluttering, the walls rippling, the muscles clenching around my shaft. I was still hard, and as I began to pull out, her hand snapped forward, grabbing my wrist. I looked up, meeting her distant gaze, her mind seemingly a hundred miles away as she mumbled under her breath.

“Good girls clean up their messes,” she whispered as she shifted around, taking my cock in hand and in mouth.

If I were a better man, I'd stop her as she robotically went through the motions of cleaning my cock via blowjob. Then again, if I were a better man I wouldn't have basically raped her. Either way, I was too busy being blown away by the sensations to really protest.

Her tongue was moving like a pro, even if the rest of her was distant. It wasn't long before my cock was clean, but she didn't stop, her head bobbing up and down as her saliva covered my shaft.

Reaching down, I threaded a hand through her hair, gently stroking her. Her tongue swirled around the head, then she pulled back, the tip resting on her tongue as her hand pumped up and down. Her mouth opened, a thick strand of saliva connecting the tip of my cock to her lips.

I was close, the sensation too much. It was only a moment later that I came, cumming all over her face. The sight of her, covered in my seed, was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

Once I'd cleaned us up, I helped her button her blouse and get her bra back on. I wasn't going to take advantage of her any more tonight. Emphasis on tonight. I was definitely keeping her panties as a memento however, and I idly considered the possibility of her introducing me to her daughters.