My Second ChanceChapter 8 Deer Lake
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My name is John Aris. Born and raised in the United States of America, pretty average family, like upper middle class or so. I grew up in the outskirts of New York, but I never once liked it around here. Most of the time, I spent flirting with girls at school and trying to talk to them about various stuff. It was strange, but they always seemed to like my style, they liked to be around me. At first, they would admire my blonde hair, then during puberty it was my tall figure and at the end of my puberty, thanks to working out a little and eating right, they started asking me if they could touch my muscles. I usually allowed it and laughed it off, but sometimes I looked at them, or rather stared at them for a few seconds and they, as if instinctively, moved their hands to my crotch. It was only recently that an organization has made these powers public. The announcement came from a small island in the Far East, the country of the rising sun, Japan. They called it “quirk” and started looking all around the world for people with special powers, so I applied. They took me in at an American branch after I showed them my mind control powers and was about to be sent to a special school for people with these powers in Japan.
So here I am at the Japanese main “academia” of heroes. I was told to pick a hero name and some short, thin, but also very respectful men here suggested “Mister America”. I do say academia and all, but I'm already in my 20s. There is no age limit for this university, I saw even some 40 year old men starting to bald. Yikes.
My very first day went well. I take different classes than most of the students here, it’s pretty chill and everything is in English. God bless the English language. But the truth is, I am somewhat of a spy around here. The branch in America told me to keep an eye open for anything out of place. Pretty weird thing to say, if everyone here has super powers… Nevertheless, I started sniffing around in a tourist fashion and that’s when I saw a Japanese class have P.E. or S.P.E., as in special physical education. And there she was, in the middle of some other girls: a short, expressionless girl with dark green hair. Her cool appearance, mixed with what they called a “nice body” type here and her unusually big, round eyes made my heart throb. I knew I wanted to meet this girl, and I knew she would want to meet me. As they had S.P.E. they had an obstacle course and she ran rather quickly, but what really caught my attention was, when she got to a high wall, she just started climbing up on it, like Spidey, but when she had to pick up a ball and throw it into a hoop, she suddenly opened her mouth and extended her seemingly endless tongue, grabbed the ball and threw it right into the hoop. I immediately started thinking about what else that tongue could do, but then I also realized her quirk was probably that of a frog.
I followed her later. When she was alone, as soon as I had my chance, I swooped down on her thin body and pushed her to the ground while grabbing one of her soft breasts. She was about to extend her tongue and seemed to want to slap the crap out of me, but I stared at her and thought: “ah, ah, ah, not so fast little froggy.” It seemed, that not only my will, but also my feelings had entered her as her face turned from a slight frown in her eyes into a slight smile on her mouth and an unusual sparkle in her eyes. I had to resist it a lot, but I wanted to go slow and make sure she really liked me. Fortunately enough my mind control seemed to step over the boundaries of language too, because when I looked at her and said she’s coming to my place for a while, she immediately nodded cutely and started following. God bless the English language and my quirk.
I asked her the most important questions right away: have you ever been kissed before? have you been going out with somebody before? How old are you? She shook her head and thoughts seemed to pass in front of my eyes now: seeing a busy schedule and an ID card, which I then confirmed from out of her wallet. Nineteen. Jackpot. Even in America this would be a hard accept. I asked her if she wanted me to be her first. She said no, but her mind seemed undecided. I quickly grabbed her arms and pulled her towards me, kissing her on the lips gently at first then applying more pressure. I wanted to ask if she liked it, but she was panting and moaned a little, so I took that as a yes and kissed her again. I moved her, while our lips were still touching and moving apart only to cross paths again, onto the bed. I couldn’t get enough of her soft lips, the saliva kept oozing out of her, but it wasn’t wet, it helped to keep us going. At some point I made her to use her tongue. To my surprise the tongue had come into my mouth and unfolded slightly going down my throat but playing around with my tongue at the same time. I had a raging erection from her tongue-play and her cute expressionless, but still blushing face as she panted and moaned now and then when I tried to fight back with my own average tongue. After what seemed hours, I finally started moving my fingers around her body, caressing her neck at first, then rubbing against it with just two fingers. I kept on going to her chest area, then her tummy and slowly to her groin area. I slipped beneath her white panties, but to my surprise she wasn’t wet enough. When I stopped kissing her, she just greeted me with her usual blank facial expression, but I could see a slight hint of curiosity. I asked her if she had ever masturbated before, I could see that her mind played no imagery, nor ideas about any such thing, so I suggested her that when she got home, she had some very special homework to do.
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