She dipped down, engaging me into a warm kiss that I was more than happy to return. We moaned together, my excitement enhanced by the dazed, hung-over state I was in. Her lips were warm and soft, putting me at ease with her affection. I felt blanketed by her warm body, her sweet perfume enchanting. Lost in a lip-lock with a beautiful woman like Cassandra was the best wake-up call I'd ever had. I slid my hands down the back of her silk nightie, dragging the low-cut hem up. She moaned as I grabbed her bulbous booty, and I moaned back upon realizing she wasn't wearing any panties.She pulled her lips away and grinned as she sat up straight. She slowly lifted up her flimsy gown, allowing me to savor every inch of revealed skin as she took it off. She then tossed it aside, chuckling in amusement when she caught me staring at her big, luscious breasts. They were so perfectly sized, just big enough to touch each other. They hung just slightly from her chest like two ripened fruit ready to be
"You're pretty good at holding back," she remarked in a tone dripping with seductiveness, "but you won't be able to hold back for much longer....""Probably not," I softly replied.She chuckled as she slid the very swollen head of my penis inside of her, then slowly lowered her body down to take the rest within her. I groaned lustfully as her very hot, wet walls unfurled and clenched around me. She just barely seated herself on my thighs before smoothly coming back up, and then back down again. She moved in an effortless rhythm that had me instantly mesmerized. She softly moaned along with me, grinning as she watched me blankly stare the point where our bodies were united."Does it feel good inside of my pussy...?" Cassandra asked."Oh, gosh, yes..." I replied in amazement."Oooh, Anthony," she softly remarked, "you're so sweet and genuine. ... I'm so glad I'm doing this with you...."Both of us felt so comfortable doing this with each other. I couldn't believe how good it felt being
A few days later, I sat on the edge of the rooftop of my building. My body invisible, I gazed out at the evening sky as the sun set behind the city. The wind whipped wildly at me from up there, but it didn't faze me. I was starting to get used to all the being up high, flying around, having the most incredible sense of freedom I could've ever dreamed of. I'd still gotten grounded to hell from the hangover as I expected, but being able to turn invisible and fly away gave me some definite leeway.I looked at my hand and sighed thoughtfully. I had so much power inside of me, so much ability to do good and to help people and to make other peoples' lives better. I then turned my attention back to the setting sun and wondered: Would I ever find out why I had this power? Or would I just be happy, not question it, and move on with my life? Sure, I might've been able to find the answer to the enigma through some kind of inner dialogue. Perhaps through some inspirational montage where I climb a
The year was 2001. It wasn't a space odyssey by any stretch of the imagination, but it was a pretty colorful point in my life. It was later in the year, during winter. I had always liked the cold air. It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head. I couldn't help but let my mind wander during school, day in and day out. There was never a shortage of nubile girls my age sitting mere feet away from me, with their lovely, warm bodies curved and filled out in all the right places. I would catch a whiff of thei
My eyes shifted guiltily as I looked around the bus, and suddenly I came up with a new idea. I stopped time once again and slowly, cautiously stood up in my seat. The seat had become as hard as cement, just like the cyclist earlier. It wasn't saying much, though—the cheap plastic-covered seat was like granite even without the time stop. I pushed the head of the kid sitting next to me, finding it unable to budge even the slightest inch. I hummed thoughtfully before placing a foot on his head and striking a goofy pose atop him with my other foot on the seat. I laughed and grinned in amusement as I looked down at the frozen students, who were oblivious to what was going on. "Awesome," I quietly remarked before dropping down and calmly sitting on the hard seat, which became just slightly more cushioned again when time started. I couldn't help but happily smirk as all the noise around me resumed, feeling as though the possibilities with this power were becoming more and more diverse. We
Jennifer's spitefulness towards me wasn't without reason. I was known for being pretty outlandish and a troublemaker. Still, I had to do something while I was bored in class, and that 'something' always seemed to end up pestering Jennifer, if only to get a reaction out of her. Weirdly, I think she liked the attention I was giving her. The two of us shared a contentious dynamic, almost like a strange cat-and-mouse game we played as to how much she could endure before she lashed out at me in front of the entire class. She was so cute when she was mad. The chatter between students continued and only amplified once the bell to begin class rang. As Jennifer approached me, I playfully smirked at her. She merely rolled her eyes and walked past, taking her seat just behind mine. She was wearing a sweater, seemingly feeling colder than I was in the brisk, early winter air. Jennifer had been blessed with phenomenal beauty. Her fair skin and shiny, brunette hair were accentuated by her dark gre
As she muttered, "Turn around and leave me alone, you asshole," with anger in her voice, she returned to her work with a heavy sigh of frustration. I couldn't resist chuckling as her intense reactions were something that I found thrilling. Based on my knowledge of her, I understood that she was only a few more incidents away from completely losing her temper. I turned to a new page in my notebook and wrote a crude question: "What is the size of your breasts?" With a snicker, I folded the paper and tossed it in her direction while casually reaching behind me. Angrily, she huffed and slammed her pencil down on the table to draw attention. Surprisingly, she decided to read the note, but as soon as she finished, she crumpled it up and threw it towards the back of my head. I grinned with amusement and let her return to her assignment. Looking around the room again, I couldn't believe that she was still oblivious to what was happening, or rather, what wasn't happening. Despite my attempt
I chuckled at her response. "We could also play some classic board games like Tic-tac-toe or Connect Four," I said with a grin, trying to diffuse the tension. "But yeah, I won't lie, the idea did cross my mind." She responded with an arrogant smirk, not buying my attempt at humor. "Let's be real, that's probably the only reason you did this," she said mockingly. I stood up from the table and started to approach her. "And if it was?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. She remained still, averting her gaze from me and puckering her lips in irritation. "Why do you assume I have any interest in doing that? Especially with you?" Her inquisitive expression indicated that she was eager to see how I would react. "Well," I said playfully as I stood in front of her, "because I don't think you dislike me as much as you pretend to. I think you enjoy it when I tease you and touch your body." My words seemed to offend her slightly. "Ugh," she scoffed, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.
A few days later, I sat on the edge of the rooftop of my building. My body invisible, I gazed out at the evening sky as the sun set behind the city. The wind whipped wildly at me from up there, but it didn't faze me. I was starting to get used to all the being up high, flying around, having the most incredible sense of freedom I could've ever dreamed of. I'd still gotten grounded to hell from the hangover as I expected, but being able to turn invisible and fly away gave me some definite leeway.I looked at my hand and sighed thoughtfully. I had so much power inside of me, so much ability to do good and to help people and to make other peoples' lives better. I then turned my attention back to the setting sun and wondered: Would I ever find out why I had this power? Or would I just be happy, not question it, and move on with my life? Sure, I might've been able to find the answer to the enigma through some kind of inner dialogue. Perhaps through some inspirational montage where I climb a
"You're pretty good at holding back," she remarked in a tone dripping with seductiveness, "but you won't be able to hold back for much longer....""Probably not," I softly replied.She chuckled as she slid the very swollen head of my penis inside of her, then slowly lowered her body down to take the rest within her. I groaned lustfully as her very hot, wet walls unfurled and clenched around me. She just barely seated herself on my thighs before smoothly coming back up, and then back down again. She moved in an effortless rhythm that had me instantly mesmerized. She softly moaned along with me, grinning as she watched me blankly stare the point where our bodies were united."Does it feel good inside of my pussy...?" Cassandra asked."Oh, gosh, yes..." I replied in amazement."Oooh, Anthony," she softly remarked, "you're so sweet and genuine. ... I'm so glad I'm doing this with you...."Both of us felt so comfortable doing this with each other. I couldn't believe how good it felt being
She dipped down, engaging me into a warm kiss that I was more than happy to return. We moaned together, my excitement enhanced by the dazed, hung-over state I was in. Her lips were warm and soft, putting me at ease with her affection. I felt blanketed by her warm body, her sweet perfume enchanting. Lost in a lip-lock with a beautiful woman like Cassandra was the best wake-up call I'd ever had. I slid my hands down the back of her silk nightie, dragging the low-cut hem up. She moaned as I grabbed her bulbous booty, and I moaned back upon realizing she wasn't wearing any panties.She pulled her lips away and grinned as she sat up straight. She slowly lifted up her flimsy gown, allowing me to savor every inch of revealed skin as she took it off. She then tossed it aside, chuckling in amusement when she caught me staring at her big, luscious breasts. They were so perfectly sized, just big enough to touch each other. They hung just slightly from her chest like two ripened fruit ready to be
The next morning, I awoke with a heavy groan. Opening my eyes, my eyesight wobbled around a bit until I could focus on the bright sunlight shining in from the sliding glass door. This wasn't my bed, or my home. I was so confused until I heard Cassandra's voice enter the bedroom from behind me."Hey there, sleepy head," she said, wearing a silver-colored silk nightie. "I was wondering when you'd wake up.""What happened?" I asked with an incredible grogginess. "Why do I feel like crap?""That's what's called a hangover. You usually get those from drinking, a lot.""I was drinking?" I asked as she left the room momentarily."Yep!" she replied from the other room. "You had seven glasses of scotch!""Seven?" I wondered aloud. "Was I going for the high score?"She laughed as she re-entered the room with an empty glass and a pitcher of water."That's what I said," she said, placing the items on the nightstand next to me. She poured some water into the glass, then helped me to sit. "Here, si
"I want you so much...." I replied as I rested my head on her chest. "I want to ... suck your boobies."The elevator doors opened and she led me down the empty hallway."Don't worry about me, everyone!" I exclaimed. "I'm a superhero, I can take care of ... myself.""Even superheroes have to sleep it off, sweetie," she replied. She pulled out a key from her purse and unlocked her door. "Come on, in you go.""Whoo!" I exclaimed as she led me stumbling into her apartment. The place looked nice, at least from what I could see through my wobbly vision; smelled nice, too. She took me into the bedroom and laid me down on the bed."There you go," she said as she helped get my head on the pillow."But I'm not even naked yet," I mumbled."You don't have to be naked," she softly reassured me. "just lay down."I figured I was just imagining things when I saw her slip off her heels and then calmly slide in on the other side of the bed. That is, until I felt her put her arms around me. She held me
"I think you are incredibly adorable," she remarked. "You were like a Rottweiler out there fighting off that huge guy with ease. Inside, though, you're like ... a puppy. It's sweet." Her hand drifted down my arm and continued downward. "I have to admit, I like cute guys like you...."She surprised me as I felt her hand slowly going up and down my leg."Barkeep!" I exclaimed as I kept my eyes affixed on hers."Yes?" Ron asked as he came over. I nudged my glass toward him."Another, please," I said."Another one?" she asked, seemingly impressed. "You going for the high score?""Definitely," I replied with a nod.By the time she was halfway through her second drink, I was done with seven. Yes, seven. The empty glasses were scattered about in front of me like my trophies. Needless to say, I was very, very drunk at that point."Ya' know, I gotta tell ya," I spoke in a drunken slur, "... a woman like you ... turns me on so much..."She grinned at me as her finger traced the lip of her glass
We walked into the open entrance of a large dining hall. She led me down a few steps onto the floor, heading straight for the bar in the very center of the whole thing. A pianist played a soft melody on the piano nearby. Yes, I know, pianist. All the while, Cassandra remained courteous and polite to those 'uptight stiffs' that greeted her as she walked by. She certainly seemed to know a lot of them. I felt really out of place escorting someone who was rubbing elbows with millionaires.She took a seat at the nearest bar stool and sighed quietly. She placed her purse on the counter while I took a seat next to her. Again, I found myself a little intimidated. I'd never drank, therefore I'd never ordered drinks before. I only remember being told to stay away from the bar as a kid, since that was always grown-up territory. The many hundreds of alcohol bottles lining the circular wall behind the bartender confused me. What do I even order? I racked my brain trying to remember the names of ma
"Well, I guess I could," I replied, nervously scratching the back of my head. "I don't really want people to start thinking I've got superpowers or anything." She laughed as she pulled out her cell phone from her purse."Okay, we'll say it was a joint effort. He ran for it, you tripped him; I came in and knocked him out. Sound good?"I smiled thankfully. "Sounds good."Within minutes, the police were on the scene. Bright police car headlights and emergency lights were going off in all directions. Crap, was I nervous. I kept my cool as best as I could as we ran through our stories together for the police to write down. All the while she seemed to look over at me frequently with this really warm, pretty smile that made me feel like I'd done a ton of good. I had to admit she was actually quite beautiful. It was funny to me to think that I didn't even pay attention to her looks when I was fighting that guy off of her, I just wanted her to be okay. Head back a couple of months and, instead
About a week later, I had begun to settle into a patrol around the city. It was late night on Friday. I was soaring invisibly through the air, scouting for any possible trouble. My senses were sharpening to a point where nothing was able to escape me. I could see and hear things clearly from incredible distances. At a hundred feet overhead, I heard a guy coming out of a gas station drop his wallet. There was another man hanging out against the wall of the building that watched him. I came to a slow stop, but the first man simply scooped up his wallet and continued on his way without incident. Looked like it was shaping up to be another quiet night.I'd also started to make it a habit of getting free car rides with strangers to keep me closer to the street. I descended downward upon spotting a roaming police car. I calmly took a seat atop the hood of the car, my legs folded, keeping a watch out. Of course, the police within the car were unable to see me. With the police cars, it gave m