What about Adam's curfew?

It seemed like such a mundane thing to worry about, but even given the presence of this otherworldly **** now tied to Denise, Adam didn't want to make things any harder on himself.

"It's...uh--it's half past 10," Adam said, looking down at the levitating girl he was intertwined with. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled back at him, letting his body go. The two of them had been hovering in mid-air since Adam's release, and the catsuit seemed content to leave them uninterrupted.

"So?" Denise laughed. "You're not really still worried about curfew, are you?" Denise snapped, and music began blaring from her speakers. She waved her hands, and the room began cleaning itself; her gallivanting underwear from their supernatural sex session lifted off the ground and flew into their places in the drawer. You should be able to do all this too, Denise said in his mind.

"R-really?" Adam asked back, aloud.

"Not quite as readily as Denise, since we've been in such...intimate proximity for a time, but yes, after our ritual here, you should have gained some access to my preternatural abilites."

Denise let go of Adam, and his nude body slowly drifted back down to the ground. He looked around at all the activity happening in Denise's room, realizing he was hearing things downstairs as well. He looked back to Denise, who seemed to have a glow about her.

It wasn't really visual illumination so much as...an aura. He could detect something powerful, though he wasn't sure how he was able to discern it.

"Try," Denise said, smiling at him. As she waved her arms, her desk began arranging itself, and one of her composition assignments in her literature class began typing itself out.

"That's...not just telekinesis," Adam said, carefully approaching Denise's desk while he did his best to stay out of the flight path of any objects. "Are you actually writing this, Denise?" She cocked her head at him as she smiled.

My knowledge is--without any need for me to focus on it, she replied in his head. He looked back at her just long enough to see her expression before he looked back at the screen again, reading the essay. It was her voice, it was structured...it was an essay! And she wasn't even thinking about it?

"H-how do you just suddenly know how to do that?" Adam said.

"The girl told you to try," The catsuit interceded. "I know that you can feel my power now, Adam. Try and use it." Adam looked around the room at all the things Denise was already influencing, trying to decide what he would try to affect.

He realized he hadn't seen his own outfit since he was downstairs. He thought about it, trying to grasp how to 'reach out' to it without knowing exactly where it was. Last he saw it, it wandered off on its own after Denise and the catsuit stripped him.

"With the book and my guidance...the two of you can have anything you want. The world is at your fingertips, Adam," The catsuit prodded him. "Try."

He closed his eyes and thought the command. The moment he did, his mind seemed to expand outward--as if his awareness were seeking out the task. He opened his eyes to the room again, looking to Denise as her eyes lit up. She looked to the doorway of the room as Adam's outfit walked in on its own.

"Very good, Adam--go further," The catsuit said. He imagined his clothes dressing him again, and when they approached, he was a little surprised at their smooth motions and body language. To Adam, it looked like his invisible mirror image was marching up to him.

"Whoa...I'm not really doing this, am I?" Adam asked as his tee and hoodie lifted away from his jeans. They both did a half turn in the air--two shirts still layered together, and Adam seemed to understand the intention as he put his arms up, looking at the hollow space inside the descending shirts as they puffed out to accomodate him.

"Like I was trying to explain--you just have to give the command," Denise said. Her abilities take care of the rest.

"That's crazy," Adam said, imagining the possibilities of using power like this.

"This is only the beginning, my virile charge," The catsuit said. "As you and Denise perform more rituals and help me collect more magickal charge, you'll consider these mere parlor tricks."

Once Adam's shirts were settled on him, Denise held up a hand to him. He chuckled a little as his hoodie clenched against his body, pulling him effortlessly skyward as she directed his briefs to leap out of his jeans and slide up his dangling legs.

"We can do more back at Adam's house," Denise smiled. "Don't you think?" She asked him, beckoning to his animated pants, which strolled toward her, presenting themselves.

"I mean, as long as my sister's asleep, I guess," Adam said. He watched Denise grope his pants, letting out a little noise as he felt the grap of her hand on his own butt.

This sister...his blood, is she also a virgin? The catsuit silently asked Denise. She mentally answered in the probable affirmative.

From what I know about Sarah, Denise said back, but I can't promise you that. She's an 18-year-old girl, after all.

Even without her chastity in tact, she will serve us well, the catsuit confided. Denise tried to hide her excitement. Clearly the catsuit didn't want to spoil her plans for Sarah by revealing them to Adam.

He settled back on the ground again, floating right into his sneakers as the laces tightened and tied themselves under Denise's control.

"We should probably hurry," Adam said, looking back at the still-naked Denise. "I gotta get back by 11, or mom might get suspicious." He looked at his phone, obviously nervous. It read 10:53.

"I know our destination," The catsuit said back. It unzipped as Denise levitated skyward, feeling its pull on her and allowing it to attract her. "If you're willing, I have a means of getting us there nearly instantaneously."

"R-really?" Adam asked. "Instantaneously? How would you be able to--"

"She can show you," Denise said, "But you're going to owe us if she does. Apparently it uses a little more magical capacity than waking objects up or floating things around the room."

Adam glanced at his watch. 10:55. Even if they ran now, He might make his mother late for work. He was probably going to get an angry text any second. If he 'owed them', as Denise said, it would probably have something to do with the...pretty awesome things they'd already been doing.

"Hey, whatever it takes," Adam said. "As long as we don't, like, surprise the hell out of my mom or something."

"She may be a little curious, but she won't see anything direct enough to shock her." The catsuit said. "I'll leave it to your boyish charm to explain your way through." The rest of Denise's former outfit covering most of her latex catsuit slid it's way around her limbs, affixing the skirt and blouse to her once more. "Let's go, then--shall we?" The suit raised one of Denise's hands to her closet door, and a glow came from behind it as Adam watched.

"Isn't that...Denise's closet?" Adam asked.

"Just open the door and go through," Denise said. "I'll just be a couple minutes behind you. Trust us." Adam was gently nudged forward by the telekinetic **** in his clothing. He took the next steps by himself, reaching out for the door.

When he opened it, he saw what looked like a viscous membrane at the threshold, almost like a wall of water was being magically dammed at the verge of the doorway. What was beyond it looked just like his room. He put a finger in and watched the optic bend at the limit--just like hot air rising over a parking lot or the surface of a pool. When he pulled it back, it was dry. His finger felt normal.

"Are you sure this is--"

"She says to go NOW before your mother sees the light under your door and witnesses the other side of this portal," Denise said. "Just go! I'll be a couple minutes behind you, like I said." Adam closed his eyes as he wandered through the portal, not bothering with any goodbyes. After all, Denise was coming.

He felt the temperature change immediately. It wasn't intense, but his room was certainly a little warmer than Denise's. He looked back to see the bubble from the other side, an optically-warped version of Denise's room. She waved to him, then made a 'close' gesture with her hands. The closet door slammed shut from his side.

"Adam!" His mom stood in the hall outside his room. "You sneak, I didn't even hear you come home. I was about to call..." She looked confused. "How long have you been here?"

"Uh, like 10 minutes or so," He responded, trying to play it off. "I didn't want to cut it too close...sorry if I did." Melissa smirked a little.

"You're fine. Thanks for being back on time. I don't mean to stifle your social life, honey." She approached him, narrowing her eyes. "How did things...go with Denise?" Adam felt heat flash through him. Did his mom know something? She couldn't possibly, right?

"Um...I mean, fine. What is it that you're asking about, exactly?"

"Adam, you've been friends forever...but I've never seen her dressed quite like that." He was terrible at hiding his reaction, especially now that he was being confronted directly. "Ok, you don't have to say a word if you don't want to. I just always wondered about you two."

"Well...I mean, I'm not exactly sure if she's my girlfriend, if that's what you're asking." Melissa smiled, patting him on the shoulder.

"Adam, if a girl dresses like that just to come and hang out with you...or to return a book--" He chuckled.

"Ma, I get it. I know. I'm just saying that I dunno if we're like, a thing."

"I'm just saying...don't be too aloof," Melissa said. "Don't you like Denise that way?" Adam made a face at her. He was nineteen, and having a discussion about girls with his mom as if he were an awkward teenager was just...

"Mom, you're gonna be late," He finally said, smirking at her.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to pry, I just...don't want you to miss out on being young, you know?"

"I like girls, mom. You have nothing to worry about." He was jokingly shooing her out now.

"Not what I was saying, Adam! Not at ALL what I was saying!" Melissa said. She looked at her phone. You're right, though--I do need to go! Thanks so much for getting back on time. I promise I'm not going to hold you to this forever, it's just--"

"I know, I know; just until Sarah graduates or I'm living on-campus."

"You don't need to live on campus when we're this close to the college, Adam. It's another couple thousand dollars a sememster, and--"

"11:07, Mom."

"I'm going, I'm going! Have a good night," Melissa said, hugging him. "See you in the morning. Love you!"

"Drive safe, Mom." He sighed as she stepped back out into the hall, taking the stairs quickly and shooting out the front door to her shift.

Shortly after, Adam watched the glow from behind his closet door. He was about to go to open it when the door clicked open on its own.