...In His Room...

Gerald had made quick work of all his stuff, packing it away expertly into his 427. That's that, he thought, shutting the trunk and going back into the house. He went upstairs to his room, to see that he hadn't left anything behind except a for couple novels and his toiletries, which he'd need tonight and tomorrow, of course.

With nothing left to pack, Gerald threw himself onto his old bed and sighed, wondering whether he ought to turn in for the night. He had a long day tomorrow, afterall.

Gerald was starting to drift when a subtle murmuring brought him back to full consciousness. Sitting up, he put his ear against the wall and heard what must've been the two best friends talking in Katrina's room. Alas, the walls were too thick to catch anything distinctly. That didn't stop him from wondering, though, or fantasizing. What could two naive eighteen-year-old girls be talking about all alone? Gerald held onto the thought, imagining his sister and her friend, lifting off their tops and showing each other their pert melons. The notion brought him pause, as he recalled what had happened earlier that day with Katrina and-- oh god-- Ms Sorenson. He couldn't believe that he'd actually managed to put -that- incident out of his mind for awhile. It was nothing to be proud of, though, was it? He still remembered the shocked, horrified look on the poor woman's face as she fled back into her house, never once knowing what was happening to her. I did that, thought Gerald, that was my power! Wasn't there some movie about great power with great responsibility?

Again, muffled voices brought Gerald back into the real world. He returned his ear to the wall, but it was business as usual. He wondered if they were comparing breasts like he thought. Maybe they might see each other that way for the first time, becoming enraptured by the amazing sight that was two big scoops of peach icecream, with cute little pink cherries on top. Then maybe they'd touch each other, feeling that which was so silky and smooth, so soft like plush pillows, yet firm and supple. Not satisfied with mere touching, Cheryl and Kat would want to lick each other. They'd take turns, with Cheryl being the first to lick and suck on her friend's nipples, teasing them and biting them gently until she moaned...

Gerald jumped. Sure, he couldn't hear any -words- from the next room clearly, but that definately sounded like a moan. He leaned in once more, listening closely.

Ohh...mmmm...mmm....

He'd done it again: Gerald had used his power without even thinking to. It was just that natural, it seemed, and nature's way is the best way, isn't it? Gerald ruminated on the idea momentarily, wondering if it was really alright that he do what he was tempted to do.