Not as expected. Enjoyable.

Me and Amber keep talking for a little while longer. I had forgotten that she had a car, which would make the whole ‘romantic walk through the park’ an inconvenience for her. I give my best effort at convincing her that we should leave the date for the weekend. Not entirely sure what I'm hoping to do with the extra time, but it doesn't matter much. Waiters leave earlier than utility, the difference being large enough for her to drive back to the house, ride the bus, and catch up with me after a couple of minutes of walking away from the bus station. She really has to be into me if she's willing to jump trough all those hoops just for a date.

I really don't know what to think after realizing that. I spend the rest of my day trying to figure out what Amber sees in me, and which one of us was further away from the truth. I still had enough sanity left in me to reason that I was going trough a slump, which likely made me think worse of myself than what was warranted. On the other hand, I still felt like a prick. And I wouldn't have thought of myself as a good catch for any girls even in my proudest moments.

By the third time I'm wrapping trash bags close and throwing them out, I feel like I've reached a compromise between the two jarring contradictions. Out of all the guys I was originally sharing a house with, once we were leaving wealth and connections aside, I was probably the second best boyfriend material. The non-loser Thad had everyone beat in that department, of course, but I could comfortably say that I was at least more attractive than Hunter, Cody and the one whose name I'm forgetting. Kent was arguable, but living blazed out of his mind probably detracts from him being an ideal partner. If I could extrapolate from there, and assume that most dudes in Amber's social circle were like them, I might look as the best option when bank account is not a factor.

Of course, this didn't necessarily mean that I was a good option. My worst tendencies were something that only two people knew about. And one of them might be on the opposite end of the world right now, as far as I know. I can't just assume that Amber will be cool with me once I start trying to change her, and it would be really dumb for me to pretend like I won't. The moment she consumed my semen, I would be obliged to change something just so we can go back to our normal lives. That's how I think it works, at least.

Time flew me by, and I eventually found myself walking down the street. It was only two blocks until I saw Amber wave at me. She had changed herself out of her uniform, and this made me want to pick up my pace so I'd get to see her sooner.

Now that I was close enough to appreciate it in detail, I was blown away with what she managed to do in the little amount of time she had. Bright pink lipstick, hair picked up in a ponytail, pale yellow tank-top and dark red shorts. I had no idea why it all worked out so well, I just knew that my blood was all flowing downwards by the time she jumped into my arms and kissed me on the cheek.

"So, how do I look?" She asks me, the bright smile on her face showing that she already knew my thoughts on the matter. Still, it would be rude not to say it. Even if my stumped silence is clearly something she's enjoying.

"I thought you were pretty. Now I think you're pretty, but even more so." I shake my head. "Sorry, I don't speak well when my brain suffers an attractiveness overload." I have to hope that she finds my wordsmith quality speech charming. Considering that she has just taken my hand, I'd say she does.

"Don't worry, I'm just glad that you like it." She snuggled up to me and I have no idea how I'm going to keep it in my pants for the next hour or two of walking.

We make smalltalk until we reach the park. We learn a few things about each other. She's curious about what political sciences is even good for (and being fair to her, I ask myself the same question every now and then). I'm surprised to learn that her father is an author and that her family makes almost all of their money trough passive income. We bond over both being only childs. I find myself liking her more and more as we keep talking, which was good except for the fact that it was slowly filling me with dread. In what way was I about to ruin her life?

We do eventually take a break to rest under a tree. I rest my back against the bark and Amber sits right on top of my lap. She smiles at me and I smile back at her. The sudden silence felt strange, but I felt like we were both thinking about the same thing. The anticipation of who would lean forward first and start the kiss was obvious. Deciding that I wasn't willing to wait past twilight for us to get moving, it was up to me to step up for it.

She is a timid kisser, of course. Not sure why I would have expected otherwise with what she's shown so far. But there came a moment where she got into it. I realized that when she started rubbing my shoulders, and would exhale right in my face so I could feel the hot air coming out of her mouth. I repaid that in kind and, soon enough, we were playing at getting the other warmer in the breaks between short kisses we gave each other.

My dick stiffens beyond belief whenever her ass rolls around, only thin layers of fabric preventing me from doing anything about that. Still, I know it's going to burst soon, and if I didn't find out a way to give it relief outside my pants it would find a way to do it inside them.

"I'm so hard right now." I whisper in her ear. I see a flicker of fear in her eyes when I say that, before curiosity takes over. "You wanna see it?" I ask, taking my shot. If she said no, I'd probably end up walking home alone with pants that will take all night to clean and an ambiguous relationship with the one lady that has a crush on me. Luckily, she nods, and I don't need to worry about a thing anymore.

I pull down my pants before I whip it out. I don't exactly expect it to awe Amber, but seeing her pay her full attention to it is reassuring. Then, I lean over to whisper to her again. "Do you want to hold it?" She doesn't answer, she just does it. I feel in control. "Why don't you stroke it?" I hoped for a similar reaction, but I pushed my luck. She just keeps it in her hand, before staring at me.

Before I could panic, she goes back to kissing me while tugging my member. Thankfully, she just wanted to be romantic about it. I can appreciate that, as long as it doesn't cause me a scare like that again. With me being on the edge for so long, it doesn't take her much to drive me past it. My cum overflows her hand and falls on too of me. And when she turns her head away, I know exactly what is going to happen. So I just close my eyes and enjoy the last few seconds I'll have free from guilt.

"Devin, what's going on?" I hear her ask, confirming my suspcions. Amber got a taste of my cum, and now we're on the other place. Do I need to come up with a name for this thing? Maybe later.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I had to keep you out of a little secret." I shrug my shoulders while standing up and dusting myself off. "This is what happens when my cum gets inside someone."

"Oh." Is that all she has to say about it? "Do you see the orbs too?"

"Not really, but I can assure you it's normal for them to be there. They are universes, possibilities." I feel wiser than I am as I explain this. "I don't think there's a way out of here without changing our reality as is into a different one. But don't worry, all I need to do is to guide you into changing something about yourself."

"Changing... Me?" She looks very confused by all of this. Reasonable, none of this makes sense.

"Don't worry, we can make it something small. For example, why don't we say that you're alright with me dating other girls?" I am curious about how she's going to react about this. Is Amber someone who gets angry or ****?

"Well, we can't do that. It wouldn't be any different than how things are already" She shakes her head. "I'm polyamorous, Devin." I have no idea of what that means, and she does eventually caught onto that. "I don't believe in monogamy. I feel like I can have multiple romantic relationships at the same time, and would encourage my partners to do the same if they want to."

"Oh." It became my turn to be left speechless. "That's, uh. That's a really interesting development." I scratch the back of my head. "I guess it makes quite a few things easier." I shrug. "Can you give me a minute to come up with a new idea? I haven't had this happen before."

"Actually, I want to know why you didn't tell me this. Have you made someone poly before? Are you still dating them?" Her face sours as the illusion of who she thought I was began crumbling.

"No, I've only changed two people around before you. One was a guy that I kinda fucked over, though I had my reasons at the time. The other... Well, I didn't try the same thing that I wanted to do with you, and the relationship I did have with her was very one sided." I tested the waters. It was probably dangerous to let Amber know about what I've done so far, but she was the best chance I was going to get in having a confidant who I could trust with this stuff. It's not like the version of hers that wanted to date me would remember any part of this, anyways.

"That sounds like an odd way to say it." She looks down. "Did you **** her to be your girlfriend?"

"Yesn't." I confess. "We started in what I thought was a relationship, but she was only doing it because she couldn't find someone better. I made her prettier through this stuff, and she got hooked up with other people. That was the reason I made life worse for that one guy."

"So you used your powers to take her back, because you were angry about learning she was using you." She shakes her head. "On some level I get it, but that's still shitty. Are you two-"

"No, I accidentally made her be super out of my league by making her ultra rich. Does the name Krystina ring any bells?"

She nods, and we just kinda stare at each other in silence until she offers me a smile. "Tell you what. You don't seem like you've done this for long. I can let this stuff slide. If you agree to a fair code of conduct. Will you hear me out on this?"