Look for information on her phone

You will try again with accessing memories, but for now, time is too precious to waste. You may be more successful accessing information you need from Amy’s phone. You retrieve it from her handbag and begin to look.

“I don’t even know what I’m searching for,” you say, when suddenly the phone comes to life in your hand. As it rings, you see Jeff’s name and picture appear on the screen.

“What do I do?” you ask Zack in a panicked voice.

“Just answer it. If you don’t, he may assume something is wrong and come looking for you or call for help.”

Zack makes a good point, so you take a deep breath, push the “answer” button and say, “Hello.”

“Did you find him?”

You assume Jeff is talking about you. “No... no luck so far.”

“What about his roommate? Was there anyone at his room?”

“No. The place is empty.”

Zack is leaning into the phone, listening in. At least, that’s what it looks like. He’s probably just looking for an excuse to cop a feel.

“Well, I had to pull some strings at the Student Development Office, but I got some addresses. If he’s going to go anywhere, it would probably be to his roommate’s house; his family lives about an hour from here. Dr. Burbank is sending some guys over there right now.”

This gets Zack’s attention. He looks at you, horrified, and mouths the words, “My family?”

Jeff continues. “I’m pulling into the parking lot now. Come on out, and I’ll give you a ride. Burbank wants to meet with all lab techs immediately, and he called the meeting at his house. Unless you want me to come in and help you do some more searching....”

“No!” you say, a little more forcibly than you intended. “There’s nothing more to see here. I’ll be right out.”

You hang up and turn to Zack. His face is white. “What are they going to do to my family?”

“Probably just ask if they know where you are,” you reassure him. “I don’t get the sense that we’re talking about murderers; I imagine they just want to get their hands on me so they can continue their experiments.”

“So turn yourself in,” says Zack. “Maybe that’s the best way to get cured — or whatever you want done.”

You feel bad for Zack. He must really be worried about his family to suddenly lose all interest in bedding you or having you use your power to get him laid.

“Look, maybe I will, but this is all so freaky that I’ve got to have some more answers and know who to trust. That’s why I’m going with Jeff to this meeting at Dr. Burbank’s house.”

Zack grabs his phone. “And while you are doing that, I’m going to call home and tell them to get out of there.”

“No! You can’t tip anyone off that we know what’s going on; that will just put you and them in more jeopardy. Look, as far as they know, you still don’t know anything about all of this, right? They’re just grasping at straws, trying to find me.”

“Well, then I’ll go home and play that up. I can drive fast and get there first and pretend like I’ve been there all day, and that I haven’t heard anything from you. Or that you called and said you couldn’t talk, but you were going to Sauvie Island.”

“Sauvie Island? What’s that? I never heard of it.”

Zack looks astonished. “Never heard of it? It’s only one of the top nude beaches in the country! It’s in Oregon — not far from Portland. I went there last summer with a buddy, and we met this chick who could flip an onion ring from one nipple to another without using her hands. Wait a minute... I have a video on my phone—“

“Zack! Focus here! Why would you tell anyone I would be there?”

“Why not? If I was in trouble, that’s where I would go. I met this other chick, and we left these prints in the sand that should have been preserved and put in an art museum....”

“Look, Zack.... I don’t think it does any good for you to drive to your house now. If someone shows up, your folks are going to honestly say that you aren’t there and that they haven’t seen you. They’ll move on, just as they did when they thought I wasn’t here in our room. I need you to do something else.”

Zack looks at you, doubtfully. “What?”

“So there’s a big meeting at Dr. Burbank’s house. That means the lab is going to be empty. Why don’t you sneak in there and see what you can find out?” You fish a security access card out of Amy’s purse and offer it to Zack.

He takes it, but does not look convinced. “What if I’m caught?”

“You’ll think of something, but like I said, no one should be there. Just get in and see what you can find and let me know. I’ve got to get going — Jeff is waiting for me.”

With that, you grab Amy’s purse and rush out the door, ignoring the looks of fellow students who might be wondering what a girl like Amy is doing in Justin and Zack’s room.

You go to the parking lot and see Jeff waiting for you. That’s when you have your first real moment of doubt. You know from what you have seen that Amy and Jeff have been intimate, but beyond that, you know nothing about what they talk about, what they have done, or even how Amy normally talks. Jeff sees you, and motions for you to hurry. It’s too late to back out now.

Slipping into the passenger seat, you say, “Hey” by way of greeting.

“Hey?” asks Jeff. “I think I need a bit more than ‘hey.’”

He leans over and plants a kiss on your lips. Surprised, you pucker your lips for a quick kiss back, but Jeff wants something more, and you feel his tongue part your lips and make contact with yours.

Jeff pulls back and looks at you. “Are you ok? You weren’t that reserved, even with our first kiss.”

“Sorry,” you say, trying to recover. “It’s a weird day.” That was no lie!

Jeff accepts the answer. “No kidding. I hope we find this kid soon. This better not interfere with this weekend. Three days of just you and me and all the skiing we want to do! Assuming, of course, that you’ll let me out of bed long enough to see any snow!” Jeff reaches over and squeezes your thigh, puts the car in gear, and begins to drive.

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Jeff glances at you as he drives and asks, “What gives with your clothes? You weren’t wearing that earlier.”

You glance down and take a good look for the first time at the shirt you put on to replace the torn blouse. To your horror, you realize it bears the name and mascot of your high school — something Amy would never own. Thinking fast, you say, “I had an accident when I went into Justin’s room, to make sure he wasn’t there. I tore my blouse, and I just grabbed this.”

Jeff looks at your chest and says, “Well, I’m not complaining, but none of the guys at the meeting are going to be able to focus on what Burbank is saying. That’s pretty tight around the titties.” Jeff reaches over with his right hand and squeezes one of them for emphasis. “I think you have something in the back seat you could put on.”

You turn around and look at the backseat. It is not unlike many college men’s cars. It is littered with fast food wrappers and empty soda cans. There are also a number of medical and science textbooks, and some articles of clothing that look like they were discarded rather hurriedly. You grab the most feminine thing you see, and it is a pink hoodie. You slip it on, noticing as you do that it has a familiar musky smell.

Jeff sees you sniffing it and grins. “I know.... I still haven’t gotten it washed, but as long as you keep the hood down, no one is going to see that cum stain. And yes, I promise to use a towel next time.”

As scary as this whole thing is, you can’t help but wonder about what Jeff just said. Suddenly, your mind is filled with a memory of Jeff and Amy driving down the road. You see Amy’s hand, through your eyes, reaching to Jeff’s lap as he drives. You rub his crotch and feel pleasure as he turns and looks at you lustily.

In your mind you see your face lowering to Jeff’s lap, undoing his pants, and pulling his erect cock free. “Keep both hands and both eyes on the road,” you hear Amy’s voice say before seeing Jeff’s cock grow close and large as you begin to give him road head.

You can smell and taste him in your memory, and you hear Jeff’s breathing and moans. You feel the excitement of doing this in a moving vehicle, and when Jeff cums, you feel the hot, salty liquid strike the back of your throat.

You feel yourself, as Amy, sit upright in the seat, satisfied and anticipating what will happen when the car gets to its destination. You look over and see Jeff grinning. He reaches over and takes a pink hoodie that has been folded up and lying on the dashboard and reaches over to wipe your chin.

Suddenly you come to and realize you have been reliving a memory for the past few minutes. You also see that your hand is on Jeff’s crotch, and you must have been rubbing it, because you feel his erection straining against his jeans.

Horrified, you pull your hand back. Jeff reaches over, takes your hand, and puts it back where it was.

“Now you know why I haven’t washed that hoodie. It makes me feel the same way.”

Before you can figure out what to do, the car pulls up in front of a large, stately home. Jeff checks his watch. “We made good time. We have about 15 minutes before the meeting starts.” He leans toward you to kiss you.

Time to think fast.