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at me, or sneak up from behind me, tickling me around
my waist. This was a man who had been traumatized.
    “How did I feel around you?” He paused,
searching for the right words. “I loved being around you...you were
so much fun. You weren't afraid to do anything. Why would you ask
that?”
    “Well, as you can see, I'm not exactly a
normal looking teenager...and Jessie and Tom kind of inferred that
there was something different about me. That people act strangely
when I'm around.”
    I saw a look on Kenny's face after I
spoke...it was as if something became clear to him. He looked at
me, but not the way I remembered. I noticed his breathing was
becoming heavier...leering at me. I was effecting him...again.
    “You're right, Sam,” Kenny said. “They're
right. There is something about you. I remember trying to fight
it...to resist it. That night we saw Tom and Jessie screwing in
their bedroom...I felt it then, but I thought I was all excited
about watching them fucking. But it was you.”
    I watched as Kenny's face changed. He looked
almost deranged. Then I noticed his shorts. He was wearing a tight
pair of gym shorts...and there was no hiding what was happening. He
had gotten a huge erection. It didn't seem to bother him that we
were standing in the school gymnasium...that somebody might notice
him.
    He suddenly grabbed my hand with his, and
partially dragged me, partially led me into the girl's locker room.
Everyone else was in the gym, so we were alone.
    “It was you,” Kenny started to yell. His
voice echoed from the caverns of the showers. “When they took me
out of the house, I went back to normal. It was you! You were the
one who was causing the three of us to jerk off like a bunch of
horny monkeys! How is that possible?”
    I sat down on one of the benches, not sure
how to answer him. He was upset. I looked at him, his eyes enraged.
But I couldn't help but notice his cock, the tip now protruding
from his right shorts leg. He caught my eyes looking, and he
attempted to fix himself...tucking it up in to his shorts.
    “You see?” he yelled. “I can't control
myself. You show up in my life again, and I'm walking around with a
tent pole. How are you doing this?”
    “I don't know!” I yelled back at him. “I just
know that I have some weird effect on people. It's not my fault.” I
started to cry.
    Kenny sat down next to me on the bench,
putting his arm around my shoulders. I put my head in to his chest,
sobbing. I felt his heart beating...the air moving in and out of
his lungs. As we sat there, I felt both begin to speed up, his
breathing...his beating heart. My eyes had been shut, crying, but I
opened them now. I saw his erection, now peeking out from above the
waistband of his gym shorts. I watched it throb.
    We were suddenly kissing. Our tongues
intertwining, first in his mouth, then in mine. I felt his hot
breath pour from his nostrils on to my face. He guided my hand to
his pants as we kissed, and I felt his hardness. I rubbed him
through his shorts, and he moaned. My back arched, rubbing my
breasts against the side of his body.
    He began to caress my boobs, pinching at my
nipples through the soft material of my gym shirt and bra. My God,
it felt so good. My nipples reacted to his touch, both hardening. I
felt the wetness between my legs...the throbbing hunger I've had
for all these months. The years of aching...I was dripping.
    Kenny reached down to my shorts, and began
rubbing at my vagina...the shorts were made of a soft, silky
material, so his fingers glided easily over the material...over my
clit and vulva. We caressed each other, our breathing building. He
reached with his free hand underneath my shirt and bra, and managed
to massage my rock hard nipples. I grew wetter as he manipulated my
nipple with one hand, and caressed my pussy over my shorts with the
other. I stroked his cock over his shorts, a little afraid to take
my actions any further.
    He must have sensed my trepidation, for he
stopped