Two's Company, Guilt's a Crowd

Joey woke up slowly, his face buried in soft, dark hair, his body pressed up against Bianca’s. She was warm, her skin impossibly smooth against his, and he felt her bare curves molded perfectly to him. Never in his wildest dreams had Joey thought that one day he would wake up in bed with a woman as beautiful as she, especially after the night they had shared together. With his arm draped around her waist, his hand resting just below her navel, Joey took a deep breath. The scent of her, a mix of lavender and something sweeter, filled his nostrils. And, of course, his body responded the only way it could.

God. He was hard, painfully so, pressed up against her ass. His mind flashed back to the night before; Bianca beneath him, her body arching, her lips whispering his name in breathy moans that still echoed in his head. He should feel guilty. Of course he should feel guilty! He hadn't come by this affection honestly. But that guilt, which he acknowledged should have been a driving **** in his psyche, something steering him to continue to try to fix things was... quiet. Distant.

Bianca had changed. He hadn’t meant to do it. It was supposed to be an experiment, a proof of concept. Joey had needed to know how his power worked, and Bianca had been a convenient test subject. The idea had been to try something outlandish, something obviously changed, but then to change her back right away. Unfortunately, that wasn't how Joey's power worked. Not at all. Once a change happened, it was there to stay.

Joey had no idea what Bianca's life had been before he met her, but one thing he knew for sure was that there was no going back to it. And maybe that wasn't so bad. She seemed happy. Especially last night. Bianca had thrown herself into lovemaking with passion. Joey wasn't an experienced lover, but if it bothered her, she didn't show it. Every minute of it she had seemed engaged and eager. Thankful, even.

Carefully, Joey eased his arm away, trying not to wake her. A soft sigh slipped from her succulent lips, but stir she did not. He pulled back slowly, untangling himself from her. The sun was bright, streaming through the blinds. Shit. It was definitely late.

Quietly he padded to the bathroom, pausing to grab his clothes as he passed each item, his bare feet cool on the tile. Closing the door softly, he flipped on the light and winced. His reflection stared back at him—hair a mess, lips slightly swollen. His skin was sticky, the musky smell of sex still clinging to him.

"Jesus..." He muttered under his breath. Taking inventory, Joey saw that while his shirt and pants were fine, his boxers... well, they weren’t salvageable. He tossed them aside and awkwardly contorted his body to pee, trying to aim his still semi-hard penis without missing the bowl too much.

Then it was time for a shower. He had slept in, was late for school, but he would have to get there eventually. Showing up smelling as he did, though, wouldn't be acceptable. And so he turned on the water and let it run to warm up. While it did, he pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and checked his messages.

Five missed texts. Every single one was from Eliza.

Hey, hope you're having a great time with Bianca! No rush, but when you get a chance, let me know what you'd like me to wear tomorrow. :)

Hey, just checking in! Should I keep wearing the pink suit? Or would you like me to change?

I mean, obviously, I can wait. It's not like I’m just standing here. Haha. Take your time!

Not that I'm laughing at anything. Just being chill. No rush at all.

Hey, Joey! Hope you’re having a great time! Just wanted to double-check—should I sleep in the pink suit, or is there something else you’d prefer? Totally fine either way! No rush. I love you.

Damn. While Joey didn't quite understand why she had done it, Eliza had given him the responsibility to take care of her, going as far as giving him total control over her wardrobe. And of course, on day two, he'd screwed up. He stared at the messages, feeling frustrated at himself, allowing his eyes to slide over the words that showed him his failure.

But then he realized what she'd said.

"Wait," he said quietly to himself, still processing, "Love you?!"

Eliza. Loved him?!

"Shit. Shit shit shit!"

Joey set the phone down, his stomach in knots. The water still running in the shower, Joey placed his hands on the countertop and stared at himself through the foggy mirror. How had things gotten this far? Suddenly he had two girlfriends. Two! AND he'd just spent the night with Bianca, a woman he'd only met once! AND to top it all off, his mom had blown him. Blown him!

And now Eliza... Miss Matthews. His history teacher. Loved him.

Just when Joey had thought that he had moved past the guilt and shame for how he'd used his power, Eliza went and heaped it back onto him. It was one thing to have some physical fun, to be two consenting... well... arguably consenting adults just enjoying each other's bodies. But love? Yes, he'd gone pretty far with Eliza, giving her some serious changes, but had he screwed her up so much that she thought what she and Joey had was love? He wasn't sure he was ready for any of that.

Okay. He tried to breathe steadily. He needed to solve one problem at a time. First help her with her clothes. Next, have a shower. Then get to school. The love thing? That could wait.

Picking up his phone, seeing that school had started over an hour earlier, he cringed as he typed.

I'm sorry I missed your texts! Do you still need help with some clothes?

He waited. Nothing. The sound of the water running would normally be soothing, but his situation with Eliza would allow no balm to his anxiety.

He put his phone down again. He'd missed her. She'd figured something out. He needed to shower.

He slid the glass door open and put one foot in the shower stall.

"Looks like you're getting started without me," Bianca's voice almost made him jump out of his skin.

Joey turned. There she was. Naked, beautiful, standing in the doorway. Had he forgotten to lock the door? Immediately his cock, which had begun to grow flaccid, sprung back to attention. She was incredible. Yes he knew that it was his power that had made Bianca his, but he still could appreciate the fact that he was lucky to have her, that she was one of the most gorgeous women he'd ever seen.

And speaking of love, when he looked at her, Joey's stomach filled with butterflies. She had done something to him, something he didn't understand. Knowing he was the reason so many women had suddenly fallen for him, he should have turned tail and ran. But he didn't. How could he? He stared at the beautiful Bianca and he found himself falling into the deep brown pools of her eyes. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anyone before.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he said with a smile, indicating with his hand that she should join him in the shower.

She did.

Eliza's clothes didn’t cross Joey's mind again for a long time