You test your new powers

Chapter 5

"What are you doing?" he exclaims, startled, and you quickly slide a little away from Cassie. He is dumbstruck, not even thinking of getting angry. The though of you doing something like that to, with Cassie is too much for him. "Cas? What the hell are you doing?" Jackson's eyes shift to you. "Finn!" Then it gets hold of him. Rage. Like a **** of nature, the bigger, stronger boy starts moving toward you.

"Calm down!" exclaims Cassie, standing up, her firm breasts pointed at her boyfriend. "Finn wanted to see me in a bikini."

"But you're naked!" His girlfriend's words don't seem to calm Jackson down, and you don't blame him.

"I meant she didn't have to," you try in vain to defend yourself. "I just wanted to see her in a bikini. No need to get upset." You screw up your face at this lame line, but then your mouth pops open again.

"Yeah?" Jackson stopped. He's already halfway to you, but is now waiting.

"Yeah, honestly. I just wanted to see Cassie in the bikini she..."

"Don't," Jackson's girlfriend exclaims. "That's supposed to be a secret." You can't believe it. Cassie is more worried about surprising Jackson than she is about being naked in front of you.

"So..." Jackson looks from Cassie to you and back again. Then his eyes fall on his girlfriend's naked breasts and you feel a fire awaken inside you. "Well, if that's the case, I'll let that go... I think." Is Jackson really that stupid and believe this story. If Cassie was your girlfriend you would want to know if she had gotten naked in front of anyone. You'd want to know everything about her. Not to control her. Cassie is old enough to control her own life. But you seriously want to be a part of that life. And yes, if Cassie was your girlfriend you would make sure that she wouldn't even have to think about showing herself naked in front of someone else, both in regard of the need to be pleased or the trust to you. Anyway, you can thank Jackson for that oversight. But the fact that he treats Cassie's nudity so normally and even stares at her breasts makes you angry. Or is it you? After all, he only stopped when you stopped him.

"Actually..." You are sure that Cassie is herself and you don't **** her to do anything. The couple looks at you questioningly. "Actually, I would like to touch Cassie's breasts. As long as she is okay with that." Silence enters the room again and again you are surprised, if not quite as much.

"Okay." Cassie's eyes linger on you, showing no sign of displeasure.

"Cassie!" exclaims Jackson indignantly.

"What, I trust Finn. Besides..." She winks at her boyfriend. "I thought you said we needed to take better care of those two." With those words, she walks up to you and pulls you off the couch.

"I didn't mean Finn with that..." grumbles Jackson as Cassie moves to stand in front of you.

"Would you rather someone else touch me?" You raise your eyebrows at the revelation that Jackson is obviously not a boob person, but also that Cassie is brushing him off with this argument. No one but Jackson should be allowed to touch Cassie, and yet...

"My God..." you whisper as your eyes land on her magnificent rack again. Cassie giggles in satisfaction.

"Come on, big guy," she grins. You raise your hands as if in slow motion.

"And you're really sure you're not just doing this because... well, because of everything?"

"Finn, now listen," Cassie says in a serious voice. "I like you and all, really. I like you a lot. You're my best friend. But when a half-naked woman stands in front of you and says you can touch her titties, you touch her titties, got it?"

"Yes ma'am" you just go and keep raising your hands. But you can't. You can't just treat Cassie as an object.

"It's okay Finn," Cassie finally says more quietly. Then she turns to her friend. "Why don't you set the table. We'll be done here in a minute." Jackson looks torn, but then turns and disappears into the kitchen. Cassie and you are alone. A smile from her is enough to banish your worries. You lift your hands even further... and then feel her skin. Soft and warm, her nipples a little harder but not stiff. Your fingers run over her skin and around her areolas while your blood begins to boil in your veins and you feel sick with excitement.

"My God..." you whisper again and Cassie closes her eyes. She's shivering ever so slightly which could be the fresh air... or you. And she has a soft, satisfied smile on her face as your hands run over her body and explore her wonders. Your fingers dig a bit deeper in her flesh and Cassie hums in satisfaction. You take another step closer to her, not letting go of her hemispheres. You want to spend the rest of your life like this, seeing Cassie's satisfied face and feeling her skin against yours. Your body heat adjusts to each other and soon your palms are as warm as Cassie's breasts. You are getting closer and closer to the girl of your dreams. Cassie can feel you against her body. She stands motionless, eyes closed, seemingly waiting for something. Finally, the tips of your noses touch and Cassie squeals softly as she realizes how close you are to her, but doesn't move from her spot. Even if you had suggested that she let you touch her, you never mentioned that she should like it. It almost kills you. You can kiss her. You get close to the love of your life... and she leans back against you, so much so that only your hands are between her and you.

"Dinner's ready!" Cassie's eyes flutter open, not quickly but determinedly. It takes half a second for her eyes to find yours. Then she smiles again. Spellbound, you wait to see what happens next. Maybe she didn't notice what happened... But Cassie noticed... and doesn't do anything against you.

"Great," she says simply, looking at you. "I'm starving." You lower your hands and Cassie takes that as a sign that you've had enough. "See," she says, "that wasn't so bad. Feel free to believe me when I tell you something." She winks at you.

"That was just..."

"Quite normal for two best friends," Cassie says and squeezes your hand with hers. You have your confirmation. Something big has happened and you're in the middle of it. In a good mood Cassie turns around and dances to the table her boyfriend is bending over to spread plates and cutlery on it. Still bare-chested, she goes to his aid, leaving you standing in the living room.

Jackson's food is better than Cassie's because it's not burnt and still recognizable as a pasta casserole. But you can't taste anything. Normalcy has returned around you, which doesn't mean much, Cassie still sits at the table half-naked, careful not to let any of the hot casserole spill onto her naked, perfect skin. Jackson isn't bothered by his girlfriend's nudity initiated by you either, squinting at her breasts only half as often as you do.

"Honestly guys, stop it" laughs the girl. "They're just boobs."

"Perfect boobs," you mean way too quickly, then look apologetically at Jackson.

"Exactly" growls the latter.

"Thanks, Finn." Cassie reaches out her hand and pats yours. Maybe you don't have an appetite either because your head has to process what's happening right now.

"But tomorrow you're going to put some clothes back on, okay?" Obviously, Jackson is already a little intimidated by you, an idea you can relate to all too well, you've been the same way your whole life. That Jackson feels this way now is only fair, you think, especially since Cassie only looks at you when he says the words.

"I promised Finn I'd be more considerate of him," she says firmly, only now looking at her friend. "We've let ourselves go quite a bit in front of him over the last few years, and I think it's nice of him not to hold that against us." You wave it off, barely able to believe your luck. But letting Cassie get dressed again doesn't cross your mind either. Not when this natural wonder is smiling so wonderfully at you and showing no signs of regret. For Cassie it seems to be quite normal to show herself in front of you like this. Either your powers have caused this or she has always been so open-minded towards you and you haven't noticed. You don't know which is worse... or better. But two things are very clear. One is that you need to get to the bottom of it. You need to make sure you don't **** Cassie. You need time for yourself, as much as you want to spend it with her. It also and especially serves her if you find a way to deal with her in an appropriate way. On the other hand, and this worries you a bit, the stomach pains are back. They are nowhere near as bad as in previous weeks, but they are there. While Cassie and Jackson talk, Cassie quite normal, Jackson a little reserved, you poke at your food and think "Ow!" Cassie interrupts your train of thought. "Oh crap, that was bound to happen." You and Jackson look over at her.

"Are you a kid or what?" scowls Jackson wanting to know while all the blood rushes to your lower extremities. A piece of pasta casserole has fallen onto one of Cassie's breasts. While your mind is already sinking into wild fantasies your dream girl turns to her steady boyfriend.

"No I'm not," she says, sounding a little angry. "It can happen to anyone." Fascinated and surprised, you watch the two of them and wonder (not really) what's going on inside Jackson.

"Here," you say quite the gentleman and hand Cassie a napkin.

"Thank you" the girl smiles at you. "Thank goodness I'm not wearing a shirt." She winks at you happily, then looks down at herself. "Getting the sauce out certainly would have been impossible."

"That was the plan all along," you grin, rubbing the back of your head.

"Like hell it was." Cassie sticks her tongue out at you, then yours rolls out of your mouth like a cheap cartoon to the girl rubbing her chest vigorously." Jackson and you just stare. "Crap..." mumbles Cassie then as a red streak remains on her skin.

"Wait..." you say, moving your chair closer to her. "May I?" What is happening with you? But the answer sits just inches apart.

"Sure," Cassie says, not caring what exactly you're up to. She's always trusted you. Grinning, you wet your thumb and then rub it gently over the red spot just above her nipple. "Thanks, buddy," the girl says as you lick the sauce off your thumb.

"No big deal" you reply, "Just normal between friends."

"Sure thing..." grumbles Jackson. Why he hasn't torn you to shreds yet you don't know, also something you need to get to the bottom of. Maybe...

"Hmm..." you go, "I couldn't get it all off."

"It needs warm water," Jackson pouts. "You should know that as often as you cook for us," he says to you.

"Right." You snap your fingers. "Cassie, can I help you again?" Of course Cassie nods, and Jackson pales as you bravely lean in. If he stabs you now with the knife in his hand, at least you'll die a good ****, not in a pool of melted ice that you don't want to eat. Your hands clasp Cassie's bare shoulders as you lean forward and place your lips on her skin. The red sauce has only made everything warmer but you can feel her heart beating hard in her chest as your lips lay against her skin. She giggles a little and you feel her fingers in your hair as your tongue parts your lips and strokes over the warm, tomato-tasting skin. In the end, Jackson is right. All it takes is heat and a little spit and Cassie looks like new. And everyone at the table can see it because she proudly pushes out her breasts. While she's thanking you and Jackson is boiling with anger, you can't take it anymore. Again, two things have happened. On the one hand you have to leave the table, if you don't want to escalate the situation. On the other hand you feel sick from the tomato sauce and you don't want Cassie to get the wrong impression of what is once again the best experience of your life. So Jackson breathes a sigh of relief when you leave the table and you hear him already talking to his girlfriend before the door to the bathroom closes behind you. But what you hear from Cassie gives you a good feeling, she giggles about the considerable bulge in your pants and can't take her beautiful eyes off it.

"Okay...take it easy... easy." You're standing in front of the big mirror in the bathroom, bent over the sink, upper body exposed, water on your face. You almost cried out as you pulled your shirt over your head. You were getting even more muscular. If it weren't for Cassie's breasts, you'd know something was happening now. You should be scared, confused, but you are just speechless, watching your body with an indifference you don't know from yourself. Maybe you are in shock? An ice-cold shower will bring you back to your senses.

"Shit!" This time you yelled. Muscles are one thing... but six inches? How? Either way, now you're standing in the bathroom, completely naked, and it's clear what nature, God, or whoever was trying to say with the growth of your dick. You're looking at your reflection in the mirror, which is grinning manically at you and twitching its eyebrows. You have everything it takes to make Cassie happy. You've always prided yourself on the strength to defy your instincts, now you've been given the means to redirect that strength into something that serves your dream girl, not just you. And on top of that, you now look like a Hugo Boss model. Okay, you don't look in the mirror like you're stoned, more like a horror clown, but you'll be fine. "Just like everything else in your life."

"Cassie? Cassie!" You know exactly where se is right now, yet you stomp around the apartment like an excited child.

"What? What?"

"Oh..." She still hasn't pulled anything over the two wonders. You were dying to see them, after all. That's what you get for it now. Anyway, it's a good sign that every brain cell is still scorched at the sight that presents itself to you. You can hardly cope with so much beauty. But then you compose yourself. "I have something incredibly important to ask you." Her face brightens and she jumps up from the sofa, her breasts bouncing briefly.

"Shoot." In fact, you're about to, but it'll have to wait.

"Maybe you should put some clothes on first?" suggests Jackson sourly. Then he turns white as a sheet as you imperiously hold out your arm.

"Cassie and I need some time Jackson," you say, grinning. "I know Cassie is cleaning your room...as well as the rest of the apartment. How about you do that for a change?" Jackson looks like he's about to explode. No one has ever talked to him like that before, let alone you, let alone in his apartment. His mouth pops open and his considerable chest heaves. "And you won't say a word about it." You can see the internal struggle in your best friend's body but in the end you win with your strength. He just nods, hangs his head and turns to disappear into his room.

"Thanks, honey" Cassie calls after him and then turns to you as if nothing special has happened. "And thank you too. He says he doesn't have time for this, but I'm working too you know?"

"He should appreciate what he has with you" you just say, sounding tense despite your flight of fancy.

"Don't worry, he knows that." Your dream girl giggles. "He'll make it up to me tonight." Your heart grows heavy and you already want to say something, but you bite your tongue painfully. Cassie is off-limits to your experiments as long as she doesn't want to. Even the breast-thing was dangerously close and only the fact that she liked it hasn't made you move out of her life. You need to make some things clear because the guild shreds you apart but the thought of helping her holds you together, only to tear you apart again for even thinking of her sexually. It is so confusing. The lust for her. The love for her. The need to protect her. The uncertainty of what is right in regards to her but of your powers too. "So? What did you want to ask me?" The only question you can ask her, now that you know what you want to achieve, and more importantly, how you want to achieve it. You take her hands and she allows your fingers to cup hers. Cassie is a few inches shorter than you and you find it ever so cute how she slightly raises her eyes to you.

"Cassie," you begin, thinking your heart would tear itself apart as it pounds against your ribs. The blood rushes in your ears and you feel hot and cold at the same time. "We've known each other forever, so I think I'm allowed to ask this."

"I trust you stupid," she grins, "I just told you that."

"Yeah right..."

"So?" No way back.

"You know how much you mean to me. Wait. Yeah, I know you already told me that. So." Shit... "I would do anything for you, Cassie. You're my big...you're my favorite person. I want to ask you: If there was something I could do for you, something only I would be able to do, if only I could make your life better, but in return... well, get something off... would you let me?" It speaks for Cassie that she thinks about her answer first, honestly and openly, with her eyes lowered. Only her exposed breasts are different but the rest of her seems... honest. But it could also be because you expressed yourself like a jerk.

"So you're telling me, no, asking me for permission to do something for you while you do something for me? Yes?" You can only nod but Cassie doesn't say anything else.

"Look, you don't have to...ouch!" This time the punch really hit home.

"Are you nuts?" She's really upset. "You stupid idiot."

"Cassie..."

"Don't Cassie me now Finn. Damn it!" This is going to get bloody. "How many times do I have to tell you to think about yourself for once? I'm not a princess to be rescued, okay?" Her features change from anger to concern. "I know you care about me, Finn. I don't want to revisit that point, okay? That should be clear between us. But I'm not going to let you hurt yourself just to make me feel good? Who do you think I am?" The love of my life? The woman of my life? The wonder of the world? The dream of flying? Then Cassie takes a quiet breath and raises her hands, framing her petite breasts for you. "So, okay. Yeah, I think it's sweet and damn nice of you to help me. I might say it too seldom, okay, but you being there and I can really always count on you saves my ass so many times, you wouldn't believe it. My life is really stressful enough, you know that, but I don't want you to worry about me all the time."

"I see," you mutter, "that's creepy."

"Yes it is..." she breaks off. "But not for me. We've known each other forever and I know what you're like Finn." Then she puts feigned sternness in her voice. "But damn boy, I want you to think about yourself and your happiness for once. Caring about me is fine, also long as you don't get thrown under the bus. Especially not by yourself dumbass!" This girl really is perfect.

"Okay," you grin satisfied but still a little stupid. "That's all I wanted to know you little lunatic."

"Okay... Fine." Cassie nods her head. "Sorry for freaking out like that, but especially after what happened to you and how me and Jackson acted towards you... Well, you know."

"It's cool Cas," you wave it off. It's actually more than cool. It's perfect.

The rest of the day you lock yourself back in your room, which seems only right to Jackson, eyeing you with an expression you've only seen on yourself before when the prettiest girl in school (Not the nicest, that was Cassie) asked you out on a date. What the hell is being played here? And also the look you gave him before you pulled the door shut behind you said it all. From now on, there's a new sheriff in town. Alone in your room, you drop onto your small, unmade bed and scream as hard as you can into your pillow. With cheeks glowing red, you emerge a changed man. Cassie is the perfect woman for you. You have been given such power, the limits of your abilities still unknown to you, and it is she, without knowing anything about it, who sets your head straight. As always, she said the right thing, the perfect thing.

"Take care of me, but think about yourself too." You take a long time to think these words through but always come to the conclusion that your brain has not played a trick on you. "God is this woman perfect." You actually look at your bare ceiling, waiting to hear a deep male (or female) voice: 'Not a thing bro.' Silence remains, however, and so you are alone with yourself.

If Cassie wasn't Cassie you would leave it to Jackson to make her happy. But Cassie is Cassie and so, considering your history, your love for her, but also her words to you, you make the only logical decision. Then you turn on the radio on your laptop. Maybe God really exists, but R.E.M. is not such an unknown band now. Anyway, it fits and so you dance around to 'It's the end of the world as we know it' in your small room, bumping into furniture and stuff lying around, ripping books and your bedside lamp off the table with your whirling arms and almost tearing your face with the happiest smile of your life.

"And I feel fine!"