All is lost... isn't it?

Chapter 8

Jessica has finished her rounds and is just a few tables away from you. She's serving two businessmen on their breakfast break...that's when she looks over at you. In the middle of her sentence, her eyes turn to you while she is still talking to the two men... then she smiles at you. Your eyes grow wide and you turn your head. Maybe a friend of hers is sitting close to you, like in the movies, and you just think she's looking at you. But no, she's looking at you, stroking a strand of her hair behind her ear, looking away for a moment, then back at you. You smile back, feeling like a crazy person. Pointing questioningly at yourself, Jessica giggles. This draws the attention of her dinner guests and she turns back to them, trying to make clear she has only interest in them, playing the game... and looking at you one more, smiling once more. After a minute she has taken the order of the guests and when she has finished her round she pulls the older waitress to her again. You are fascinated by what is happening and sit upright as the older lady looks at you, then at Jessica, and then shrugs her shoulders.

Then your heart almost stops again as Jessica comes down the aisle toward you. Her demeanor has changed slightly, her stride is a bit more irregular and her smile is somehow different. Your mouth goes dry and you look down at your notes. None of this makes sense...unless...

"Hey." Jessica stands in front of you, pushing her back through as well. Her breasts lift toward you from under her uniform. Her posture has changed so that she shows a different appeal. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other while she holds her black tray in front of her chest and clutches it with crossed arms. When you don't say anything, she breathes a little faster and her eyes hunt across the table, then back to you. "You want to go already?"

"I...uh, yeah...I guess so..." you stammer, sliding the silver small plate with Jackson's money over to her. "I have a tip here... as an apology." Jessica looks down at the plate but doesn't move. Then she looks at you and takes a deep breath in and out. Then she caught herself.

"This is terribly unprofessional now, but can I ask you something?" She stands uncertainly in front of you in the crowded room, but only has eyes for you. Your heart pounds as you nod your head. "Why did you want my number?" Then she quickly shakes her head. "I mean, sure I know why." She laughs nervously. "But..." Again, she shakes her head. "I don't know what's happening here..."

"Take it easy," you try to calm Jessica. Her reaction surprises you, what comes next even more.

"May I join you?" Your eyebrows almost leave your forehead so high you raise them.

"Uh... Sure..." In disbelief, blinking morse-code, you watch as Jessica slides her tender body onto the bench across from you with a relieved laugh. You almost poke your eye out with the straw of your milkshake while acting all cool. In front of you, Jessica visibly wrestles with herself, the world, and her words until she clenches her fists and forces herself to look at you.

"First, I want to apologize." You just give her a dorky look. "It was mean to turn you down like that." Your eyes briefly wander to your notepad. You'll probably have to revise your points.

"No problem, it's normal." Jessica holds out her arm to you.

"See this?" She shows you a silver chain around her wrist. "That's from my fiancé." Fuck! Oh shit. The milkshake almost burns your neck.

"Oh, I didn't know that. Sorry about that…"

"No, it's okay," Jessica quickly interrupts. What? "That's just it." Your mouth drops open. "He asked me two years ago. Two years!" Jessica seems relieved to tell you this. She leans over the table, propping her elbows on the plate and fiddling the chain with her fingers. "I don't know why I'm telling you this... But when you asked me for my number... At first I was angry." Jessica looks at you, then giggles. "You just don't do that. Especially not like that." Then she looks at her bracelet again. "I thought you were a chauvinist, a misogynist." You wiggle your head, having yet to answer that question yourself. Before your 'experience' you would have known the answer, but now... "But it was sweet of you to ask me." Jessica smiles. It's not the smile she gives her guests in exchange for their money, it's her own, private smile. Then she looks at you and shares it. "My boyfriend is...he's a nice guy, a good guy..."

"But you don't know if he's the one?"

"Exactly!" Jessica laughs in relief, again something she does just for herself. "I mean, how do you even know?"

"You just know when it happens," you say firmly. "It's not something you can describe. It's just true and you're certain." Jessica nods eagerly.

"Well... and I'm not with him." She looks at you apologetically. Then, however, the cozy togetherness of your situation is interrupted as a man at the next table leans over to you.

"Hey girl, will you finally serve us?" he wants to know in a booming voice.

"Shut up!" you nag at him before Jessica can respond. "Wait for your food or go somewhere else!" The man looks at you, puzzled, then rises and leaves the store.

Time! The thought hits you like a hammer blow. It's the time you spend with people. You seem to have to spend a certain amount of time around them before they respond to you. Cassie and Jackson live with you. And this client and Jessica were around you for about the same amount of time. That's the only way to explain why you were able to turn the client away immediately and Jessica apparently took a while to warm up to you. Now, however, whatever you possess seems to have reached her. She clasps your hands with hers.

"Thank you," she says softly. "I've never told anyone this before. Everyone is so pleased that I found 'the one' but no one wonders if it's true." She thinks for a moment, then smiles at you. "You've shown me that there are other possibilities out there. That I'm not limited to just one option." As good as Jessica's touch feels, what if her boyfriend isn't such a big asshole after all? What if you planted that thought in the pretty waitress's head? So far, though, everything points to people doing exactly what you tell them to do. To what extent is free will present in Jessica?

"So what do you want to do now, Jessica?" you ask, being very careful not to suggest anything to her. "Do you want to leave your boyfriend or stay with him?" The pretty waitress knows an answer right away.

"I thought you could tell me?" A shyness settles over her features that speak of how much she relies on you.

"Me? But you don't know me at all."

"But I... I don't know either. I just trust you. What you did for me was really sweet and I was really unfair to you." She starts playing with her fingernails and can't look you in the eye. "I had suppressed all that and only when you showed me that other people were also interested in me did I realize what was actually wrong with me. Then I thought..."

"That I should be in charge of you?"

"Hey," Jessica grins. "I'm not your **** after all." Then she gets shy again "But can you give me some advice?" Like Cassie, Jessica seems to keep her own will, even if you doubt that you could not make her your ****. The way you see it, people will do anything you tell them to as long as you've been around them long enough. Maybe it's your attitude or your powers, but you seem to be able to **** them to do what they don't want to do (like you did with the rude man), but with Jessica you released something that may have been there for a long time. For now you can only hope that her fiancé is not a mixture of Nelson Mandela and Mother Theresa.

"Do you have a picture of him?" Jessica reaches into her pants pocket under her apron and hands you her cell phone. Without hesitation, she tells you her lock code. "I told you I trust you." A good sign. People do things willingly once you've gained their trust. The only question is how you do it, but at least it doesn't seem like the real Jessica is screaming and begging in a little prison inside her head. As you see it, you're sitting in front of a real person.

"Not puppets..." you murmur softly as you scroll through her images. "More like an air traffic controller." You have to grin as you find the photos you're looking for. A puppeteer directs his puppets, an air traffic controller just points the way and gives directional instructions. And an air traffic controller is chronically overworked, which will apply to you as well, your guess proves to be true. "Is this your fiancé?" you ask, holding up a picture of Jessica with another young man. The girl nods her head.

"This girl is my friend," she says, referring to the girl her fiancé is holding in his arms. He also has an arm around Jessica, holding the two of them in a gentle headlock, and all three of them laugh drunkenly into the camera. But Jessica's fiancé has his head leaning on her friend's side. That's enough of an answer for you. Yes, you've shown Jessica something she's closed her eyes to, but it's been there all along.

"So?" the girl asks after you give her back her phone. "What am I supposed to do now?" She looks at you with the same expression as Cassie. If you don't do something now you will hurt her and you don't want that. You're a good person.

With a loud bang, the door to the restaurant's backyard flies open. With full **** it crashes against some garbage cans that fall over with a clatter and spread their contents on the floor. You and Jessica don't mind as your tightly entwined bodies fly into the small courtyard. Maybe you're not such a nice person either...who knows. Jessica's tongue and her lips pressed inseparably onto yours don't really make it easy for you to think. Moaning, she presses her body against you while you hold her with one hand and grope with the other behind her for any obstacles like a blind man with outstretched fingers. The girl who kisses you with such passion whines from between your lips and ruffles your hair with her cramped fingers while she already tries to wrap her legs around you. You have no idea where you are but as you move Jessica's head to the side for half a second you see a pile of old boxes lying in a corner. Just right. The smell of slightly wet cardboard hits your nose but the smell of Jessica is stronger, even if she also smells a bit like mustard and frying grease.

"Oh god... Oh god. So good..." the girl gasps out between her attempts to press her mouth back onto yours. "God... Please don't let me go... Please..." She almost stumbles as you try to put her on the pile of cardboard and her legs slip away between yours so that you have to close both your hands around her back. At first she startles a little as she hangs in your strong grasp, but then wraps her arms around you and pulls you down to her. "Kiss me...oh god please kiss me...god thank you..." Her hair is not so neat anymore and her fine clean collar has slipped. Her white undershirt is hanging off the top and bottom of her blue blouse and her slender fingers barely manage to undo her buttons with trembling excitement.

"Let me do it" you breathe out of breath, cursing your sausage fingers that also struggle at the task but finally succeed.

"You're a real gentleman" Jessica breathes with red cheeks and dilated pupils as she watches you remove her blouse.

"I don't know..." you say, but then you expose her chest and can look at her breasts under the plain white bra. "Holy shit..."

"What is it?" the girl below you asks in an uncertain voice. You shake your head slightly.

"Isn't your fiancé always like this?" You mean the question seriously. "How can you think clearly with such a beautiful sight?" You are serious too but Jessica pays no more attention to your words.

"God you are so... Come here!" She grabs you again and pulls herself towards you with surprising strength until she's attached to you like a cute sloth. Then she wraps her legs around you and you sink down with her onto the wet cardboard. Your mouths press on each other again and this time your tongue enters her lips, is greeted and embraced by her counterpart and the increasingly loud moaning of Jessica shows you that you seem to be doing everything right.

It wasn't planned to end up out here. You could never have imagined ending up outside with Jessica in a fucking dumping ground for garbage and empty boxes. But it happened that way and it surprises, no shocks you that it took so little. While the girl under you is getting wilder and wilder by your touch you kiss her neck and move your lips further and further down to between her breasts. You have no idea how to unhook a bra, especially in a situation like this.

"Let me do it... please..." Jessica pulls herself up briefly with one arm on your back, reaches behind her with her other, and is faster than you thought. Then she's back on her rump again. "I'm dying to show it to you" she grins "But please be nice to me. My fiancé..." That guy again. It doesn't seem to you that Jessica has much interaction with people who really value her.

"Your fiancé has no idea." The girl grins cheekily at you.

"I think it's cool when a guy isn't afraid of a little competition." Then your hand moves down and you grab Jessica's bra with your fist and pull it off her body. The girl goes quiet as you look at both of her hemispheres. "Well?" Her voice is soft and hopeful. You shake your head, knowing what's coming next. It's an incredibly good feeling to know what to say and even better to know it's not a lie.

"Shit girl..." But even better is having a means by which you can do something good for a person. "Jessica, you should be damn proud of your body. You look beautiful. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise, especially not your fiancé." Jessica lies quietly beneath you and this time you have to ask. "What is it?"

"What's your name, anyway?" Oh yeah, there was that.

"Finn Lynchwood," you say simply.

"Okay."

"Just okay? Why..." Jessica puts her warmth around you again.

"Because I need to know what name to scream when we fuck."

"Finn! Oh god, Finn! God! Fuck!" Jessica's fingernails scrape across your back and her thighs press strongly around your hips while her interlocked feet bob in time with your pounding thrusts and her panties wave like a flag around one of her ankles. The panties, the flag of your triumph. Your world now consists only of this girl and her wet tight opening, her wide eyes and her screams proclaiming to the world: "Keep fucking me! You're fucking me so good! Finn!" Jessica's blouse is dirty and ripped and you look no better while your twitching bodies grind the wet cardboard under Jessica's bare ass. Something was there, wasn't it? Something you wanted to do? But the girl beneath you sucks the air from your aching lungs as she presses her lips together with yours and rubs her nose hard against yours. Sweat stands on her forehead as you continue to penetrate her. "God yes Finn! Thank you! Thank you for... fuck... you fuck me so good... doing this for me."

"You... fuck... you're welcome." You want to laugh, but have not enough air in your lungs. But Jessica and her willing body, her sometimes pleading, sometimes demanding cries, all spur you on to keep pushing for her.

"Finn...so good...never..." You slow your thrusts.

"What?" The young waitress is completely out of breath and you are also sweating and panting, but otherwise feeling great. Sex is not very common in your life but your stamina almost scares you. You look between your bodies into the sweaty crotch of Jessica. You're not even halfway inside her and are amazed to find that, even with your partner's outstanding performance, you've been careful not to overwhelm her. You wouldn't have thought that was in you, let alone that you would ever be in her.

"I've never been fucked this good before." Jessica laughs hoarsely, almost panicked, at a high frequency, carefree, happy, grateful. You've never heard words like that before either, and it makes you proud, but also fills you with purpose.

"Let me take you from behind," you say, pulling the wildly giggling Jessica off your cock which draws a short sad noise from her. Then you kneel her down on the already badly damaged cardboards. Not only Jessica's eyes widen at the sheer size of your lance which now rears up and points menacingly at her hole. The top half of your cock is wet with her juices but the rest is still pretty dry.

"I don't know" the girl giggles, nibbling tentatively on her knuckle as she turns her head around to face you, her eyes darting back and forth between your face and your cock. "I want to... so bad. You've earned that. But you're pretty big. My fiancé…"

"Let's not talk about your fiancé right now, okay?" you laugh, easing some of your partner's worry, but not yours. You're worried that the universe might have been playing a cosmic joke on you. Here you are, ready and willing, in front of you on her knees, her ass wiggling invitingly, an even more ready and willing girl, beautiful and liberated... And in your hand, so big that you can just about enclose it, the biggest cock you've seen in your life... off porn maybe. You can't reach Jonny Sins yet.

"What is it?" Jessica wants to know, pressing her lips together. "I want to try... really... The way you like it..." You smile at her, hoping it will give her a boost, unsure of yourself at the moment.

"Are you sure?" Jessica laughs brightly and you hear the irony in her voice.

"I already cheated on my fiancé and now I'm going to let a stranger mount me from behind in the backyard of my workplace...him and his...huge thing...yeah damn, I want that." She got a little rough at the end, but you can forgive her for that. You wouldn't let your part touch any of your tight orifices and you admire the women who just put it away, in the truest sense. "Hey, come on, before I change my mind." Jessica looks ahead and braces herself as you realize there is no way out of your situation.