The truth will set you free

I started out the next day by crossing the street to visit Beth. Beth and I had become comfortable with each other over the months and no longer jumped right in the sack the minute I walked in the door. This morning, as often happened, we had a cup of coffee together. Her marriage situation was changed, but things basically just went on. Other than that we discussed the usual things: kids, the idiots on the city council, and the weather. The conversation finally petered out (I noticed that Beth seemed to be thinking hard about something) so i just went with "How about we adjourn to the bedroom?"

We did, but when we got their Beth sat down on the bed, looking at me with a serious expression. "Tom, I'm going to ask you a question that makes me feel very funny. I hope you don't mind."

"You know you can ask me anything," I replied, curious.

"Have you ever noticed that Melissa never comes around when you're here? She's alleyways going to clubs, or sleeping in, or going to a friends house, or something?" I nodded. I thought I saw what was coming. "And you just come right over here without a glance back to see if Charlie is looking out the window. You sometimes park your car over in my driveway and no one says anything." I knew where she was going now. I could have shut down her suspicions, but I let her go on. She was warmed up and the words were coming fast. "And you come here and spend hours with me! I know you're a part-owner of a business, but they must wonder about the hours you keep. And, Tom, I think you're a great lover and all that..." I smiled and thanked her, but she would not be derailed. "Even teenagers have to rest, but you keep going for hours at a time. And I never seem to be late or out of time for anything, even though I should be after we spend way to much time together." She stopped and took a breath. "Tom, weird things happen around me when you are around, and they all seem to relate to you. What is going on?"

I had thought about this a bit. I had either been wiping people's memories or simply keeping them from noticing things (and I had to admit that doing that was a turn on for me; nothing like fucking a married woman while she was chatting with her husband with neither of them noticing). I had not been altering Beth very much, just things around her, so it was a matter of time before she noticed all the slight conveniences and irregularities, particularly all the time slips. I had never been concerned, because I knew I could simply have Power make the questioner accept whatever specious reply I gave, so it was easier to 'fix it in post' then build up an elaborate misdirection ahead of time. But on the other had, I had the biggest secret of my life, and nobody I could share it with. I found that I wanted to talk it. So instead of fixing things and making her oblivious to it again, I decided to spill my guts to Beth (Mostly, I tiptoed around my continual mental alterations to her, other than reminding her we had never had a pool before that weekend). She looked at me like I was insane, which was a pretty reasonable response.

"You expect me to believe a voice in a rock gave you super-powers? she asked incredulously. " I'm sorry, a voice in a rock that could talk through your cell phone gave you powers," she said with air quotes.

"Ever have anybody else fuck you eight times straight?" I countered. To prove my point I snuck in a surprise.

"So maybe you discovered the magic fucking pill, that makes more sense..." she started, sounding exasperated and worried at the same time.

"How old are you?" I asked, interrupting her.

"Thirty-six," she responded, puzzled.

"No, you're not," I told her. "You're eighteen -- look in the mirror." Beth turned and looked over at the mirrored doors on her closet. Reflected in them was the same face, but with fewer lines, her reddish-blonde hair up in a ponytail, and a slightly slimmer body with higher boobs dressed in a Catholic girl's school uniform.

"What did you do?" she said at last, after sputtering through several incoherent responses.

"I told Power to make you look like you did when you were eighteen. You were a fox, girl!" In spite of her disorientation, Beth looked pleased at the compliment. "I suppose you won't want to fuck an old fart like me now," I said with drummed up sorrow.

"This is impossible," she said. "You still don't believe me?" I thought for a second. "How about if I bring back the boy you had a crush on when you were eighteen?" Instantly there appeared in front of us a boy with long, though neatly cut, hair, in a letter shirt. He looked around in shock, then said spotted Beth. "Beth?" he asked. "I imagine he's wondering what you're doing, sitting on bed in a strange room in a house he's no idea how he got inside with an old guy. Uh oh, you're gonna get a bad reputation at school."

"I... I ... I guess I do believe you. I mean, all this..." she said, gesturing down at her body and over and the frozen Dan." I looked at the boy. "I'm kind of disappointed in you. He looks like an empty-headed jock. Or am I being judgmental?"

"I think you're jealous," she put in. "I will admit he was a bit dense, but he was also very cute back then. I imagine not so much now; I heard he didn't get a scholarship and things went downhill from there."

"You can have him now if you want," I offered. "Would you like to have him fuck you?" She gave me a shocked look. "Okay, it was just an offer," I said, backing off.

"This is crazy." She looked at herself in the mirror again. "I can't believe it's happening to me." She tensed up. "Tom, have you ever done anything to me before?" I could tell her pretty much the truth without any harm. "The first day, when I invited you over to swim, I made you accept..." she was nodding, as that had been bugging her for a while. "And I made you feel comfortable enough with me to open up and talk to me. Other than that, just the things you noticed, like having Melissa and Mike stay out of our way, and changing time, and all that."

"Will you make me a promise?" she asked, waiting until I nodded. "Do you promise not to do anything major to me without letting me know? I mean this eighteen thing is kind of fun," she added, running her hands over her uniform. "But from now on I want to know about it before you do it." I agreed then looked at Dan. "What do we do with him? I can send him away, but I was thinking it might be fun if we let him watch -- he can see what he missed back in high school," I said, as I began unbuttoning Beth's uniform blouse.

"This is really depraved," she said, laughing, but I smiled as she began fiddling with the closure on her skirt, leaving the blouse to me.

"That's why you like it so much." With that I had the blouse undone and removed it, then unhooked the lacy white bra. Beth's tits stuck straight out even as she rolled onto her back. "See what nice tits she has, Dan?" I said, addressing the immobile boy. "You could have sucked on them, just like this," I added, grabbing one and sucking the other into my mouth. Beth moneyed as I worked her breasts, looking over at Dan, who was still frozen staring into space. She was enjoying the exhibitionism, even if Dan couldn't really see it (he was frozen, so unseeing, though she didn't know that) but was also embarrassed by it.

"Oh, that's good," she said, putting her hands behind my head and pulling me into her harder. "Suck my tit. But what I really want you to do is to show Dan the pussy he could have had." I reached down and stroked her through the plaid, pleated skirt, then grabbed the hem and thanks to her earlier undoing of the catch I was able to pull both the skirt and her panties off other, tuning her so her cunt was facing Dan. "Wow, she's really wet, Dan," I told the frozen boy. This was actually a little boring, so I made him conscious, if unable to move or make a sound, and adjusted his head just a touch so he had a good view "This is one hot little bitch. You should have had her. She would have fucked you like a rabbit." Now we actually had an audience. "Yeah," Beth agreed throatily, getting into it. "I could have been his little fuck machine. I just wanted to spread my legs and get it on."

"Look at that cunt, Dan," I said, pulling her legs wide open. "Sorry, Dan, that's all you get." I said, really getting into it. "Too bad, because you heard her: this girl's a fuck machine." I returned my attention to Beth, sticking a finger into her pussy and beginning to stroke her. She was incredibly hot by this point, and as soon as my finger was in her, her hips began to move, fucking back at my hand. "Oh that's good, Tom, play with me." Then she got her elbows under her, sitting up ans looking straight at Dan. "Look at that, Dan," she said, reaching around to spread her own cunt. "Look at my pussy going up and down. Your cock could be in there instead of that finger. I wanted your cock in my cunt."

"Lay down, Tom. I'm going to show him how I wanted to suck his cock." I pulled out and lay down, and she got over me and took my cock in her mouth, beginning one of her great blowjobs. "She's really a great cocksucker," I told Dan conversationally as she went down on me. "When she sucks me, in just a few minutes I'm shooting right down her throat. Isn't that a nice ass, Dan?" I asked, and she waved it back at him for emphasis. "I haven't fucked her in the butt yet, but I'm going to, soon." Beth sped up her sucking as I said this, and added her hands to her cunt, frigging herself in time, her moans of pleasure as she working on my cock like a vibrator. I stroked into her mouth, then shot my load with a grunt.

She got it all but didn't swallow, instead turning and opening her mouth wide to let Dan see it filled with my cum, Only then did she swallowed it with a smile, picking up the dribbles with her finger and sucking them off. "You know, I really do feel sorry for him, knowing that he could have had that blowjob you just gave me," I commented kissing her. "Those blowjobs are just for you." She leaned in. "I definitely don't swallow for Mike." I kissed her in thanks.

"What's this about fucking me in the ass?" she asked, eyebrow raised. I grinned, embarrassed to shooting off my mouth. "Sorry, I got lost in the moment."

"Nobody's getting in this ass," she declared, crossing her arms and looking away in mock anger. "It's so darn cute, though," I said, stroking it, but she squirmed away from me. "Of course, you can make me do it, can't you?" she stated. "Yes, but I won't. I promised, remember?"

"Let me think about it.," she said, which i knew from my own marriage was woman code for 'not happening mister'. "But for right now, I think Dan wants to see me get it in the pussy. And I know I do." She laid on the bed just so as that as she I fucked her, her teenage crush could have a clear view. I lowered myself between her wide-open thighs and her hand guided my dick into her waiting vagina. She sighed with pleasure as I slowly entered, then put her arms around me and hugged me close as I reached bottom. "He's all the way in me, Dan," she said in a passionate voice. "His cock is all the way up in my pussy, and it fills me so good. He's going to fuck me, Dan. He's going to start moving it slowly in and out, (I almost did cum when she narrated it, Our hips moved in a blur, slamming into each other until she screamed her lust and I grunted hard as we both came. As I got up afterward I kissed her, and as I did I spread Beth's legs and showed Dan my sperm leaking out of her. "Quite a sight, isn't it, kid?" This would get weird if it went on any longer, so I made him disappear.

We cuddled and talked for a while about things for a while, enjoying that I could tell her everything now. She enjoyed hearing about some of my escapes and with whom (she knew some of them; I doubted she could look at the quite the same way again). I asked her if I could put a control on her to ensure that she didn't tell anybody about abilities. She was upset that I didn't trust her, but I argued my case: It wasn't about her doing it on purpose, it was about preventing accidents. Eventually she agreed. I added that she could stay eighteen if she wanted; no one would find it odd. But she said that while it felt nice, it didn't feel like her anymore, so I changed her back to thirty-six for now (I figured we could always play around with her younger self later; I wanted to introduce her to Tom O'Malley), kissed her and took my leave.

Based on "My Reward" by Azil