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"I know how stressful it can get for you, students. Even during the start of a new semester. All new classes, no idea what the new professors are going to expect from you. Finals are over, but that only means you have a whole semester to look forward to more of them. Why don't you take off your shoes and lie back on the table?"

I do as she requests, setting my shoes and socks next to the examination table and lying back. She takes my left foot in her hands and digs her thumbs into the meat of the pad. It feels terrific to get a foot rub, and I'm soon relaxing to the older woman's touch. With all of the stress over the holiday break, and then learning that the demons are coming early. . . Well, this is just what the doctor, or nurse, ordered.

"Just relax, and let me take care of you," she croons softly. Taking my right foot next, she starts giving it the same treatment the left had received.

"You know, Mr. Stilinski and I used to be swingers." I'm so relaxed at this point that I just take the news in stride. I know where this is going to lead, and I think that it might be a good release for me.

"You wouldn't believe some of the parties we used to throw." She's working on my calves now and seems to be speeding up.

"Sometimes I'd have five or six men in me a night and even played with the ladies. Pussy, lips, cock, ass, I didn't care, but you know what I like the most?" I shake my head as she starts to rub my thighs.

"Swallowing their cum." As she says this, she unzips my pants and pulls out my mostly hard cock. She looks at it for only a second before groaning and shoving her mouth as far down it as she can.

I moan as I feel my head hit the back of her throat, and then louder, when it goes in even deeper. No one has ever been able to truly deep-throat me, as my girth is too large to fit down their esophagus, but somehow this talented older woman is taking me deeper and deeper down her gullet. She must have phenomenal neck muscle control.

Her skill is flawless. She takes me as deep as she can for a few seconds, pulling up for air while her hand works quickly on my fully erect member, then drops back down to take me into her throat again, humming as best she can. Every time she pulls up, spittle connects her lips to my cock, and it's turning me on like no other blowjob ever has before. It takes her a few bobs before her lips hit my pelvis, and a few seconds later, I lose control and start shooting my spunk directly into her stomach. She continues to gag herself while I unload, and when I finally collapse back, she pulls her lips off my quickly shrinking cock.

"Mmm, thank you," she tells me, making sure none of my semen has escaped her mouth. Her talent is such that none does. "I think you are sufficiently relaxed, now." She smacks her lips, smiling, "And Doctor Peterson did say that I need to add more protein to my diet."

"Thank you!" I shoot back, feeling much better. Then I realize I haven't done anything for her. "Do you want me to. . .?" I ask, pointing to her.

"Oh, no, thank you. I actually got off myself, so I'm good. But come back if you ever need to relax." I promise her that I will, and leave her office feeling better than I have in days. I'm still worried about the demons, but somehow I think everything will work out in the end.

I have only one class with Professor Jane, but it's right after lunch, and I have another class immediately after that. The professor smiles at me, but otherwise treats me just as she does the other students. I wonder if she's hoping for a repeat performance, but other than a couple of sly smiles, she doesn't act any differently than usual, so I do not try anything. Unfortunately (or maybe it's fortunate considering the few smiles the professor gives me), neither Tina nor Stephanie is in this class.

Tina had come by to see me the day after I'd gotten back from finding out the demons are almost here, but nothing she'd been able to do could cheer me up. How odd it seems now that one blowjob, entirely out of the blue, can turn my mood around. Tina had left, saddened and disappointed. I feel bad for her, but I can't tell her the real reason I've been so depressed.

I start to feel down again just thinking about it, and am about to give her a call when Mary calls for my attention.

"What's up, Mary?" I ask, wondering what she wants. Stephanie is nowhere in sight, and I can sense her switch on the other side of campus. I marvel at how I can feel my switches from even further away now. I really am getting stronger.

"I'm hoping to talk to you, if I can?" she tells me innocently; too innocently if you ask me, and red flags start to wave in my mind.

I remember what Stephanie had said about this woman stealing her past boyfriends, and I am wary. Mary is cute, and I know she has a fantastic body, but I have no intention of hurting Stephanie. I know I can use my switches on her to have her, and make her forget, or even make Stephanie okay with it, but I'm still uncomfortable with the thought of manipulating people with my ability. Stephanie is the first woman to truly like me for me, without having to use my switches on her. The fact that she is a geek like me is just icing on the cake.

I know I still need to practice with my ability, though, so I use it on inanimate objects, more often than not. I'm getting good at making them quickly and easily, but I'm not sure how much my practice will help. What good does turning on lights, starting cars, or opening doors do against a horde of demons coming to devour humankind?

I guess it is slowly making me stronger, but it still doesn't give me an idea of how to use my ability.

Mary clears her throat, and I realize I haven't answered her.

"Sure, what do you need?" I try to keep my voice level and not sound suspicious of her. It won't do to upset Stephanie's and Mary's newfound friendship if I'm wrong about her.

"Can we talk somewhere a little more private? I don't want to discuss it out here where anybody else might hear." I raise my eyebrow at this suggestion, and even more alarm bells are going off in my head.

"It's about what happened the other night at Stephanie's, and I don't want people to think I'm a slut." Well, that sounds legitimate enough.

"Sure," I tell her, looking around.

I see a corner we can stand in that will let us see if anyone comes close enough to hear, while still being public enough that I'm pretty sure she won't try anything. A small part of me is thankful for Mrs. Stilinski's blowjob; I'm sure to think with the proper head right now.

When we get to the corner, I see her grimace slightly, but she looks around before saying quietly, "I think I know a way that I can convince Stephanie to allow us to be together and no longer be off limits." I raise my eyebrow again, and she hurries on. "I'm not trying to steal you from her, I promise. It's just that sometimes it's nice to have a dick in you, and while I really enjoy what Stephanie does for me, I want more. Who better than you? I know she trusts you."

Ha! I think. I know she doesn't, else why would she be so adamant about what I'm allowed to do around this other woman?

"I don't know," I tell her uncertainly. It isn't that I'm averse to the thought of fucking this beautiful golden blonde-haired woman, just that I really don't want to hurt Stephanie, who has done nothing but care for me.

Mary isn't about to give up, though. "You know she loves you, right?" The words delivered so matter-of-factly seem to come out of nowhere.

Of course, I suspect that she might care for me more than just a little, but the 'L' word is a bit strong. Isn't it? Thinking back to when she'd taken care of me, after I'd been so exhausted from Vage, and everything else since then, I can see how what Mary says might be true. Then I remember Stephanie actually saying the words to me, and almost saying them once before.

"How do you know this?" I ask. "Did she tell you?"

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