Get her

The real thing is always better, I thought, and I could make it so she would actually want it. I told Power to get her for me. At that moment, the couple had been walking toward the checkout counter, his desire for a root bear float seemingly having won out. As he stepped up to the counter, she turned and walked out the door toward me, as I stood on the sidewalk. He merely glanced at her appreciatively (much as I had been doing just a moment ago). Neither seemed concerned about the other, and as she joined me he took a seat and began to dig into his (rather oversized for one person) ice cream.

"Hi," she said, giving me a lovely smile and reaching out to shake hands. "My name's Lisa. I just decided I don't like my boyfriend any more. Can I hang out with you?" she said, like it was the most ordinary sentence she had ever uttered.

"Sure," I replied, shaking her hand. Feeling daring, I reached out with the other hand and briefly cupped her breast, then pulled back and looked around. No one so much as glanced my way, nor did Lisa seem put out, so I reached in for a longer feel, drawing a soft moan from her, before I pulled back. "I was just going home. It's just a short walk from here," I continued, beginning to head that way.

"Great," she answered, walking beside me. Her ex-boyfriend was continuing to eat his ice cream, without a glance in our direction. "What's your name?" she asked, just a bit flirtatiously. "I'm Tom," I replied.

On the way to my house, the space of a few blocks, she told me about herself. After a few moments, I realized that I hadn't asked her to do this. Power was still doing some anticipating, but if it kept it a low-key like this I didn't mind. She was a senior at the public high school nearby (not the one my kids went to). The boyfriend was a guy she had met at a party a couple weeks ago.

"I haven't had sex with him yet," she said, blushing slightly. I was surprised, but then I remembered that she was just telling me what I wanted to know, and I had done all this planning to fuck around with her, so it made sense. "I'm sure he thought he was going to get me into bed today, but he wouldn't have. I've only had sex with one guy, my old boyfriend, and only a couple times with him. He got real demanding, wanting it all the time, and he wanted me to suck him. I don't like that." I told her it was ok, and to just forget about it, and she did. She actually asked me what I was talking about, that she was definitely a virgin and had never had a boyfriend before. I noticed that her clothing had changed slightly when that happened; her jeans were looser and no longer ripped, and her shirt had become different (though still about as tight). I checked and I had accidentally changed her past; she really hadn't had any boyfriends, and she now really was a virgin. I mentally made a note to Power to not take everything I said quite so literally; I didn't want to change things without consideration, but let it stand.

I was thinking about how amazing this was. Anybody would tell me anything I wanted to know. I had apparently changed her past with just an idle thought, and she hadn't just forgotten it, it changed so it never happened. I had fondled her in public with no one, including her, caring. I was gobsmacked by the possibilities. As an idle thought, I tried playing with her boob size (and after I got a weird look, making her ignore me staring at her chest) running then from her original c-cups, down to bugbite A cups, then up to ridiculous DDs before returning them to normal. Her shirt didn't change appearance, but just got bigger or smaller, staying just as tight as it had been on her originally, although I noticed her posture shift slightly with the change in weight. She kept walking and talking throughout (though I admit at this point I was only half listening), never noticing or breaking stride.

We got to my house. Like I said, it's a nice house in a nice subdivision. Four bedrooms, about 2500 square feet, all on one level. Brick and red-orange tile roof, as is so popular in Austin. A fair sized yard, though no pool like some in the neighborhood. A standard upper-middle class home. I idly thought I could change it, but decided to keep things tame for now. My family wasn't even home, and I wasn't sure what I wanted to do in regards to them, so I stayed away from anything that might affect them for now.

All the way home, as I played with her body unknowingly (I tried different hair colors, played with her height, changed her ethnicity), I was getting more excited to have her. As we came up to my house, I put her back to her original body. I turned to her to invite her in (just because I was in control didn't mean I had to be rude), but I was momentarily speechless. I was a 50 year old, somewhat overweight manager, and I was about to bring a beautiful 18-year-old into my house to fuck her thanks to my new magic powers.

I stammered a bit, as she looked at me with a patient, somewhat bemused, expression. Then I remembered that I was in control, and gave her my most gallant invitation, knowing she would reply positively no matter what because that was what I wanted (in hindsight, it was totally cringe worthy, but I was new to this). She laughed (it should have been politely based on what I did, but I think she was actually finding it funny; I would learn later to reign in Power's mental adjustments). As we did, I quickly made up a scenario: she would think I was the sexiest and most handsome guy she had ever met, she would ignore the age difference, she had fallen in love at first sight, and that she thought I thought of her just as a friend, so she needed to do something to get me interested in her sexually.

As we entered the living room, I said "Lisa, why don't we check the TV, I think the Spurs are playing."

"That's a great idea, Tom," she said, flashing a smile that lit the whole room. I also noticed her arching her back a bit, and stretching, but pretend to ignore it.

I was embarrassed a minute later when I remembered that it wasn't even basketball season (not that I followed sports much). Despite that, and despite it being apparent I was not in any way even trying to find a channel with sports on it, she sat down on the couch, bending first at the waist so I got a great view of her ass and her hanging tits pressing against her shirt, before slowly sitting down. For a girl I had 're-virginized', she still knew how to work her body.

To make things more interesting, I sat in the corner of the couch as far from her as possible, throwing the remote on the coffee table. I had ended up on a documentary about "ancient aliens" (I was later assured this was a coincidence and not Power displaying a sense of humor). "Are you interested in history, Lisa?" I asked, somewhat lamely since this was obviously junk.

"A little bit," she answered, obviously lying, not even looking at what was on, instead giving me a smouldering look.

"I'm fascinated by it," I said, trying to keep the conversation going, but not sure where else to go. I was vaguely worried she night think I took this kind of thing seriously. Then I realized I was basically living proof of something like it.

"One of the things I like about older men is that they're so much more serious than guys my age," she said. I grinned at her, loving this. She moved a bit closer to me and leaned in a bit. Her top was not low-cut, but the leaning plus placing her hands in her lap (which conveniently shoved her boobs together) gave quite the impression of cleavage.

"I'm really glad you invited me here, Tom, so we can get to know each other better."

"You know," I replied, turning away from the TV.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil