Emoting

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I shook my head. I could've sworn that was what the voice had said. though. And I trusted in it, particularly after that display back home with Abigail.

"Well," my breath sliced through the air in a slight tremble as I stared at the girl before me, "here goes nothing."

So, instead of making them do something for sure, I'm... making them feel a certain way, I thought. So kind of the same... but wouldn't that be the same as planting? Couldn't I just plant 'I am happy' into her mind? My hands clapped my lips. Whoops. Didn't want to get ahead of myself just yet. I watched Imogene from behind. She didn't seem to show any sign of premature affects and I relaxed.

Maybe, I went back to thinking, maybe it is the same thing, who knows. Either way, I won't know 'til I try.

With concentration, I tried to focus on her and think of how to approach this. It felt like swimming for the first time; you flailed your arms and tumbled your legs like a simpleton at first, but when you nailed it, you nailed it -- like, as if, you've always been able to do it your whole life.

So I flailed my mental arms and raced through arches and fallen tree trunks and suddenly, like a key through a keyhole, I felt a malleable sensation course through me and stream out of my body and into the unassuming Imogene several paces away from me. I widened my eyes. Instantly I knew just what happened. What--what "came out" of me like some exorcised spirit.

I looked down to my pants, and saw the indistinct bulge that had formed against it, and emitted an awkward chuckle.

Suddenly, in front of me, Imogene stopped -- or rather, slowed to a crawl, as her head went down. I gulped. It seemed as if she was looking at her dress, like something had made a stain, or something.

Who knows, maybe something did?

Crap, at this rate, I was going to walk into her.

With sullied breaths I strode quietly forward. I wasn't sure if it worked or not, but now I was as curious as ever. Imogene's legs had been standing up straight from the ground, but as I watched her, I could've sworn I noticed her squeeze them together. Just a little!

I shook my head, trying to walk on. But then it happened, again!

Sure enough, every other second, it seemed, the pretty girl down the block in her casual little dress squeezed her thighs together, locking her knees, and walked on. I was gradually hardening just at the thought, the notion; Imogene, her? Being horny, in front of me, smack under the morning sky.

Holy crap, that was too much. My manhood shot up with dirty-spirited desire. I might have even let out an involuntary grunt.

The next thing I knew, I felt that feeling course through me again, like a cleansing of the soul, and I froze. CrapI I thought as I quickly glanced back to Imogene. She was still trying to walk, and at first she was doing just fine. Another squeeze here, another there. But after the feeling left me, I watched as her foot hit an uneven block of the sidewalk and literally fell over. I ran over to her.

"You--you okay, Imogene?"

Maybe I should have known better. Maybe I could have just moved on and not offer another thought. But instead, I found myself looking into her eyes and feeling my insides burn up within me; so beautiful. She was so perfect. My eyes flitted down to her fit body and the air in my lungs practically turned to butterflies. And so hot...

It was love, damn it. Or so I told myself. You know how it is.

I didn't even notice it as the feeling coursed through my body again.

Imogene, through her pretty, made-up hair, looked up at me. Then, in an act I couldn't believe, her lips trembled apart and her breaths grew tarried, and she curled a fist right between her legs. "Mmm," she moaned, only to instantly collect herself. It looked like she was quite good at keeping up decorum as she brushed away a strand of hair from her face. Her hand was still pressed up against her honey pot, however, and I could've sworn it was shimmying a little while she looked at me, pushing and grinding.

"U-um," I stammered, unable to form words, as my own crotch banged against the fabric of my briefs. "I-I'm o jeans. The jeans. Imogene! Are you okay..."

Suddenly, as if breaking her out of a chokehold, she gasped and her hand nearly seemed to pop a vein, if it had muscles, driving itself between her legs like it was mayday with a payday.

"Y-you, how do you know my name?!" she stammered out herself. Sweet as sugar. She bit her lip, and watched me, mesmerized.

"I-I just--"

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Behind us, a voice cut through the haze, killing the mood. Or at least part of it.

A woman in a car had stopped in the middle of the street, the glare on her face one of wrath. That was when I noticed she was looking mostly at me.

Jumping to my feet, I knew this was an icky situation.

"I'm not doing--no one--nothing!!" I reassured. Instead of a nod of assurance, however, she climbed out the door and began stomping over.

Cursing to myself, I gave one last look to Imogene and bolted off.

I know, I know. One, how much of a wuss move was that. Second, I could've just used my arbiting gift to take care of it, yeah.

But you see, I was still coming to grasp my power and the usage of it, and the toll it took to just concentrate took the wind out of me, and then I didn't even know it. So to actually exert it on the spot in a moment of pressure was still hard to do, at least 'precisely'.

So like a hare from a boar I took off, towards school, hoping it wouldn't bite me in the ass later, barely aware, even, of the gears that churned and the thoughtful gaze in pretty little Imogene left in my wake and tended to by the woman from the car. When her hand was lifted from her crotch, it was as moist as morning dew.