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The first time, I fell asleep quite easily. All the exertions of the day finally caught up to me. I remember dreaming about Valerie, but the details of that dream were shaken from my head by the events of the night. It wasn't as detailed as the dream on the boat; it was a raw, animalistic dream. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to enjoy it. About the time Valerie was descending on top of me, I was jolted awake. Once again, my body was shaking, out of my control, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
As you might have guessed, by the time I'd managed to blink the sleep out of my eyes, Marissa was on top of me. Her eyes were glazed, staring off into nothingness. I groaned as she grabbed my erection, and started to guide me into her. Not the best way to make love to someone for the first time, especially a virgin. As soon as that thought hit me, I struggled: "Marissa! Get off me! Not like this..."
"Not like this," she modulated, shaking her head and climbing off me almost mechanically. A shiver went down my spine. She stood there, naked, staring at me, probably waiting for me to say something. "Just ... just go back to bed."
Marissa started to climb back into bed, then shook her head. "What? Wha?" She looked over at me, her eyes flicking over my naked body, the covers still off, my erection throbbing. "Eric? Did something happen?" She smiled, a bit slyly. "I hope so."
I shook my head. "No! No, nothing happened."
She pouted. "Too bad." She stood up and walked back over to my bed, grabbing my cock. Another jolt of electricity flew through me. "Do you need any help with this?" She looked at me, licking her lips. My cock twitched. "It feels like it..." She smiled big, her eyes twinkling.
I groaned. "No, Missy. Please..." It was hard to say no; the cravings the seizures gave me only grew stronger.
"Oh, come on, Eric. I know you want it." She smirked at me, then her face descended between my legs.
"No, Missy." She took me into her mouth, and it was pure pleasure. "Oh please, stop," I said, but my heart really wasn't in it. Her heart was in it, though, as she attacked me with gusto. Enthusiasm isn't really a replacement for experience, but she made it seem like it. Or maybe I was just more sensitive than normal, more prone to pleasure. All I know is that I came in her mouth, and she swallowed it with gusto.
"Omigod. I've never came so hard. Is it always like that when giving head?" She crawled up on me, laying her head on my chest.
"Um? I don't think so. No one else I've been with has come just because they sucked me off."
"Too bad for them. That was the best thing I've ever experienced." She looked up at me. "I'll swallow you any time you want. And if you want anything else..." She twitched her pelvis.
"Please, Missy, not now. I'm still trying to figure all this out. You've got to admit, it's weird."
"Well, yeah." She shrugged, an action that caused her breasts to rub against me; she squirmed in pleasure. "Mmmmm. But it's hot."
I ran my fingers through her hair, almost petting her. Her newly bleached look was still jarring - especially with the visible roots, she looked like a trashy, cheap bimbo. Not a look that really did it for me. I felt bad, I blamed myself. It was clear to me that she was trying to mold herself to be more like the Valerie from my dreams. I didn't know a lot about what was going on, but I swear I knew that that was happening, even then. She closed her eyes, sighing. "Marissa, wake up." I shook her. "Go back to your bed."
"But I'm so comfy ... Mmm, don't wanna go."
"You have to," I said, yawning. "It's almost the middle of the night, and we need our sleep."
" ... can sleep together..."
It was tempting, but... "No, Missy. We need to be alone. Separate beds." Like that worked so well so far? Still, I thought I could stop things from going any further. "Go on, get up."
She dragged herself over to her bed, pouting. She fell asleep quickly after her head hit the pillow. I envied that - I couldn't sleep. And when it finally felt I was going to sleep, I started to feel the shakes. I'm pretty sure I blacked out for a few moments, there, because the next thing I remember is Marissa climbing on top of me again. I figured it was going to happen eventually, so I might as well give her something she could enjoy. It was, after all, her first time.
I let her be on top - I was feeling too weak to push her off of me, so I was definitely too weak to flip her over. So I just pulled her down on top of me and started kissing and sucking on her breasts - she seemed to like me giving her chest attention before. She gasped as her hymen tore, but I don't think she really noticed, being half entranced as she was. After that, she started letting out screams and howls of pleasure.
I've always been quiet in bed; I was almost embarrassed at the enthusiastic vigor of Marissa's displays. If the walls of this hotel were as thin as I thought they were, I figured everyone could hear her crying out my name. Inside, I cringed; still, I used her grunts and groans as guidance to make sure she was enjoying herself as much as possible. Eventually, I felt myself filling her and she cried out and collapsed on top of me, spent.
"Oh my GOD. Why did I wait so long?" She kissed me, deeply. "I have never felt that good, EVER."
"Crap!" I realized something. "We didn't use a condom."
"Don't worry," she said. "I'm on the Pill. And it's not like I've ever fucked before, so you can't have caught anything from me..."
"Wait a minute. You're on the Pill? I thought you were saving yourself for marriage?"
She giggled. "Silly! There are other reasons to take the Pill. Although I'm sure none of them are this fun!"
"Oh? Um, I guess so..." I hadn't really thought about it.
"Eric? Can I push the other bed over now?"
I sighed, but everything I'd feared had already happened. "I guess." No reason to stop it now. Marissa squealed in glee and hopped out of bed, and quickly pushed the other twin bed across the floor. Then she climbed back on the bed and laid her head on my chest. "That's better," she said. Soon, I heard her snoring again.
Again, it was hard for me to get to sleep. Everything that happened left me wired - the seizures, the sex. And I'd always been kind of an insomniac. At least I wasn't struggling with time zone issues. Still, I was jealous of Marissa and her ability to fall asleep at the drop of a hat.
It went on like that for most of the night - I'd come close to falling asleep, and then I'd be jerked awake by another seizure. By the next morning I was exhausted - I hadn't slept. And of course, each time Marissa woke up - and in another trance-like, zoned-out state. Nothing else happened between us, in large part because she was getting more exhausted each episode. I was also very careful about anything I said while she was entranced. I wound up jerking off a lot that night, trying to get rid of the eternal erections.
Even when she was awake, it was clear she was ... damaged, I guess. Her eyes were glassy, pupils dilated, she giggled a lot, and lost her train of thought in almost every sentence. Sometimes her face would twitch. I winced.
Tunis - Saturday MorningThe complimentary breakfast the tour company secured was scheduled at 9, so I made sure we both were out of bed and dressed (Marissa was in no state to get herself ready: I had to keep reminding her to get dressed, comb her hair, all that jazz). I hoped she was presentable, the last thing either one of us needed was her collapsing over breakfast.
While I was helping her getting ready for breakfast, I tried to broach the subject.
"Missy?"
"Hm?"
"I'm sorry."
"For what, silly?"
I waved my hand around. "For all this."
"Silly! It's not your fault. You're not MAKING yourself have all those yummy seizures, right?"
"Uh, right."
She linked her arm in mine. "Well, then don't apologize. Just make sure next time you take advantage of them. Of ME, even." She tried to smile winningly, but then twitched again. I sighed.
It was pretty much the regular crew at our breakfast table - Diana, Richelle, Bobbie, and Edward. Ingrid was hanging around too, looking at Edward with moony eyes like Marissa was looking at me. Some guys have the touch without weird seizures helping them along.
Marissa and I arrived last, pulling up some chairs to sit at the end of the booth. They served some strange gruel porridge pasta mix called Farka. I decided to take a risk and tried it - surprisingly, it was pretty good. At least, I was surprised that I liked it, given how picky I am. I also got some rich, strong coffee. It was bitter, but I was hoping it would keep me awake.
"You look like shit, Eric." That was Richelle. "Same with you, Marissa."
Edward, with an arm draped over Ingrid, added: "The woman speaks the truth. What bus ran you two over this morning?" He gave this dramatic flourish with his free arm.
I grunted, then sat down. "I just kept waking up. Couldn't sleep." I didn't really want to go into bitchy detail.
Marissa piped up just then, flouncing into the seat next to mine. "Yeah, poor baby kept having his seizures all night."
Ingrid scrunched her face up in confusion. "Seizures?" I groaned - I'd spent enough time explaining what had been happening, I didn't want to go through it again. Before I had a chance to answer, karma came around to bite me in the ass.
I started trembling; I dropped my coffee cup. "Not again," I muttered. Luckily, I was already sitting down; my legs started shaking, but luckily I wasn't going to fall down. I felt an erection start to rise.
Ingrid was freaking out. "Eric? What's happ-" She drifted off, her eyes glassing over. The other girls barely had a chance to look over in my direction before they saw what was happening. Marissa slumped against me.
Edward looked around the table. "Wicked! Is this what happens every time? Eerie." He looked at Ingrid. "So they'll do what I say?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. This is the first time I've had someone else around. It doesn't seem to work on men like it does women. Are you feeling any different?"
Edward shrugged. "No, not really. So, go on, tell them to do something."
"Like what?" I'll admit, with the blood pumping, I was already getting some ideas.
"I dunno. Have them make out with each other."
"No way. If they do that, they should be awake for it. Hold on a second." I turned to Marissa. "Missy, go back to your natural hair color. The blonde makes you look trashy and slutty, and you don't want that." There, at least that was done.
She murmured, "I don't want that..."
Edward was all over that. "Holy SHIT! That was hot." He turned to Ingrid. "Ingrid, you should wear low-cut tops, and show your titties off to me." He waited, she didn't answer.
"Crap. Do they always answer?"
I thought back. "Um, usually? I think so."
"So they're only listening to you?"
"Yeah, apparently. I guess..."
"Then show me something! Marissa probably won't change her hair for a while. I want instant gratification!" He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. "Ward..."
"Dude, come on! They're probably going to snap out of it any second. I deserve to see some of this - we're friends, right? Buds!"
"Yeah, we're friends. But do THEY deserve it?" I waved my hand at the girls. "Fine! Girls, try to touch your elbows behind your back." We were treated to a sight of the girls jutting their chests out, and for once I could see why Edward picked Ingrid. "Happy, Ward?" I could feel the blood rushing behind my ears, prodding me to do something more.
"Man oh man! Yes, I'm happy! Now do some something that'll work when they wake up."
"Like what? Bark like a dog whenever I say 'bark'?" I rolled my eyes, then looked over at the girls - luckily, they didn't pay attention to that.
"No, you goober. At least stack their decks in your favor - plant some ideas in their heads about you. Sexy ideas." He wiggled his eyebrows melodramatically. "You know what I mean." Well, at least Edward was adapting to my new, ability. Power, I guess. The mojo, Marissa and Richelle called it. I looked at them, eyes glazed over, waiting for instruction. My cock twitched.
"Well?" Edward punched me in the shoulder. "Go on!"
"Fine." I turned to Marissa. "Ignore everything I say to the other girls." She murmured a response; I hoped it'd work. Edward raised an eyebrow. "She's already been warped enough," I said. "Not to hear her tell it, she asked me to fuck with her head some more this morning. Still, last night was horrible. I want to give her a break."
"I get it. Still, your audience awaits..." He gestured to the other girls, and looked at me expectantly.
I figured I probably only had a few minutes to talk, if that. "Girls..."
Just then they started blinking the daze from their eyes; all except for Marissa, who stayed slumped against me. Ingrid turned to me. "Eric, are you okay? What was that? What happened?"
Richelle added, "So ... that's what it's like? That was ... better than I expected." She stretched. "I don't feel any different. Did you do anything?"
"No!" Of course, I didn't mention how close I came. My cock twitched again at the idea.
Bobbie furrowed her brow. "Is Marissa all right?" Everyone's eyes turned to the girl slumped on my arm. I nodded. "Yeah, she will be. I guess she's been hit by it enough she takes longer to recover?" I shrugged.
"Hit by what?" Diana and Bobbie spoke almost simultaneously. They looked at each other and giggled.
Richelle rolled her eyes. "Eric has some kind of mind control, or so it seems."
"No point in keeping it in the closet any longer," I muttered.
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