Connecting the Dots
Alan and his parents arrived home, and his mom heated some leftover chicken for dinner. There was little conversation at the dinner table. Alan’s grandfather was deteriorating rapidly. The doctor had spoken to them while his grandfather was sleeping, telling him that Alan’s grandfather had told the medical team in the CCU that he did not want any heroic measures taken to prolong his life, and by the doctor’s estimation the end could come anytime from within a few hours to a few days. After dinner Alan’s mother sat on the couch and began to cry softly. His dad sat down next to her and held her, and he could see that they were rocking forward and back, at a slow pace. His mom was taking this very hard. Her mother, too, had died a lingering death, of cancer, even before Alan was born, and the emotional toll of now watching her dad slip away was trying on her. Alan sat down on the other side of her and took her hand in his, and this seemed to brighten her spirits. She came out of her shell a bit, turned to him and kissed him on the cheek, tousling his hair. She smiled at him, and took a deep breath. He was glad he could be a comfort to his mom.
Alan’s dad rose to answer the phone, and his mom put her arm around his shoulder. They sat quietly for a few minutes. “So,” his mom asked, “how was school today?” Alan started to turn a little pink, but his mom was looking straight ahead, and didn’t notice. Alan told her it was just another regular day, a short smile forming on his lips.
Later that night Alan was awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He was still shocked about the day’s events. His life had taken a strange turn, not a bad one to be sure, but strange nonetheless. Some of what had happened could be explained. Having sex with an older woman, his teacher even, was unexpected, but not out of the scope of rationality. He peeled the blanket off of him and looked down at his body. The thing he couldn’t begin to understand was the sudden growth spurt in his penis. He began to review the day’s events in his mind, and was brought up short. Just before Ms. Kelly had taken his penis in her hands he had been worried about it size, but when she touched it, it suddenly grew. Alan got out of bed and turned on his desk lamp, pulling open the drawer to get his ruler. The memory of Ms. Kelly holding his penis was arousing him, and he wanted to measure his cock.
He pumped it in his fist a few times, and it began to grow to full length. With his left hand he place the edge of the ruler at the base, and saw that his erection measured nine inches. He was dumbfounded. Getting back into bed he thought back again to the tryst with Ms. Kelly and suddenly it hit him. That buzzing sensation, that was the key. He first felt it in the hospital during the strange encounter with the old man, and later, right before Ms. Kelly kissed him during lunch period. Again when he saw her after school, and the kicker, his cock had tingled right before she grasped at it. Whatever was happening to him, that buzzing, tingly, sensation was the common factor. He looked down again at his crotch and imagined his penis before it had grown, and it began tingling again. He watch in astonishment as it reverted back to six inches, and just to be sure, he wanted to measure it. He got out of bed again and stepped towards the desk, reaching for the ruler. When he was about two feet from the desk the ruler levitated and floated into his hand.
Alan was breathing hard now, a little scared by what was happening. He tried to remember what the voice in his head had said when the old man held his forearm. “You have the power to control the actions of others, and more powers will come to you as you develop your skills.” The old man had given him something. Some kind of power. He had used it to fuck his teacher. He had used it to make his penis grow. He had used it to summon the ruler from the desk. And he realized he had almost no control. “Develop your skills,” the voice had said. Alan went back to bed and concentrated on his penis. It started tingling again, and almost instantly returned to nine inches. He decided to see what else he could do. Going into the bathroom he looked at his hair. It was chestnut brown, like his mom’s hair, medium length and a bit messy-bed hair. He closed his eyes for a moment and concentrated. When he opened them his hair was smoothed out, like he had just combed it. He closed his eyes again, and upon opening them he was a blond. Again, and he was completely bald, like Michael Jordan. One last time, and his hair was back to normal.
Looking down at his torso he saw that the long winter, followed by all the time spent sitting in the hospital with his grandfather, had left him about five to ten pounds over his “fighting” weight. Most of Alan’s exercise came from bicycling, and he had barely put his ass in the saddle since autumn. Over the winter his parents had given him a car, the old one, when they bought a new model for his mom to use. He hadn’t even been biking to school anymore, even when the weather had warmed up.
Thinking about it deeply he closed his eyes and felt his whole body tingle, and when he looked down he saw that he had slimmed down and toned up. He was having fun, and decided to slightly increase the muscle mass of his arms and legs, but his first effort was shaky, leaving him looking like Ah-nuld. “Too freaky,” he said to himself, chuckling, and dialed it down considerably. He spent a good hour playing with his body, but in the end he looked almost exactly as he had, though he kept the nine inch dick and the improved muscle tone. Just as he was slipping under the covers, around one in the morning, dad knocked on the door with a grim look. “Alan,” his dad started, “It happened. Grandpa Joe is gone. Mom’s getting dressed, and we’re going over now.” Alan began to get dressed, all thoughts of the Seed pushed to the back of his mind.
A few miles away Megan Kelly couldn’t sleep. She felt like she was going crazy. “How could I have let that happen?” she asked herself. “I could lose my job, be blacklisted from every school in the country. Everything I have worked for, down the tubes.” For some reason it didn’t matter to her as much as it should have. She knew in her heart that she was developing real feelings for the boy, and part of her brain was telling her that love was more important than a career in teaching. But for Megan Kelly teaching was a defiant act against the expectations of her upper-class parents. She really didn’t need the job to support herself, her family was rich, and she was well provided for up until her recent twenty-fifth birthday by her mom and dad, when the trust left to her in her grandfather’s will came under her control. People wouldn’t have guessed by her middle-class lifestyle, but her trust contained millions of dollars, almost ten million to be exact. When she began teaching she could sense the unspoken disapproval from her parents. They had expected her to be an upper class wife and mother, Junior League, the right benefit committees, and the rest. They didn’t understand why she wanted to work at all, let alone be a teacher.
The men from the funeral home retrieved the body of Grandpa Joe from the hospital, and Alan and his parents watched it disappear around the corner. His dad has his arm around his mother, supporting her, and Alan took the keys from him to get the car and bring it around. The funeral was going to be held the next day, and Alan took his parents home. They needed to sleep. It was almost three in the morning, and they planned to meet the funeral director at ten. On the car ride home Alan’s dad told him that he wanted him to stay home from school tomorrow, because he and mom would be out making arrangements, and someone needed to be home to answer the phone.
When fifth period came around, Ms. Kelly was anxious to see Alan, but was disappointed by his absence. One of the other students in class told her that she and Alan were in the same homeroom, and the teacher there had told the class that Alan’s grandfather had died. Megan was torn between her relief at not having to confront him over their inappropriateness the day before, and her desire to be with him again, to hold him close to her body and feel his warmth, and feel the warmth running through her own body.
Later, in the principal’s office, she asked the secretary about Alan and the funeral. The secretary told her that the funeral was tomorrow, Thursday, in the afternoon, and that the family would be receiving visitors that evening, after the burial. Megan didn’t know if it was proper etiquette for her to show up at the house, but the secretary informed her that a good-sized contingent from the school would be going. Megan didn’t know until then that Alan’s mother was on the school board, but was glad that this gave her a good excuse to go to their house. The lesson in fifth period had went well, and she didn’t know if it was because she lacked the distraction that Alan would have presented to her.
While his parents spent the morning at the funeral home making arrangements Alan used his unexpected free time alone to experiment with his abilities. The phone rang intermittently, mostly friends of his mom, and he had a quiet house to himself. He started with making objects move. He levitated some of the living room furniture and set it down softly. Once, when the phone was ringing and he was headed to the kitchen where he had left the cordless headset he realized that he needn’t do so. Just as the phone reached him he opened his hand to take it. Since no one else was around he couldn’t use his power to influence people, and the more he thought about doing it, the more questions in his mind opened. He wondered about the ethics of taking control of people. One problem he foresaw was that he had no one to talk to about his situation. He didn’t think his parents would understand, let alone believe him if he were to tell them about the Seed. The other problem facing him was that there was no one to help him. The old man who gave it to him was dead, and he didn’t know if any other living person had a seed of their own. Maybe he was the only one, maybe there were hundreds or even thousands of seed people. They might even be clubs or associations, Alan didn’t know, and furthermore had no idea whom to ask, or even if asking was a good idea.
So far, he thought, he had only influenced one person, Ms. Kelly. He didn’t not know about the assistant principal, or Mr. Stanton, his Physics teacher. Both of them were about to discover Alan and Megan together, the former during the lunchtime kiss, and the latter while Alan and Megan were having sex. The Seed had sent out a signal to each, at the behest of Alan’s subconscious to stay away from the English classroom.
Around three o’clock Alan’s parents returned. After the funeral home they had gone to Grandpa Joe’s house to get him a suit of clothes to wear for the burial. Alan could see that his mother was physically and emotionally debilitated and he did what he could to console her. Thoughts of the Seed and his new powers evaporated.
The next morning Alan stayed home from school again. His father hadn’t said anything to him about staying home, but since the funeral was today, at three in the afternoon, he figured that he would have to leave school early anyway, to change into his suit, etc. Plus, he his mom had begun to depend on him, and he wanted to be there for her. Around noon a few of Alan’s friends from school showed up, giving up their lunch breaks to pay their respects. A bunch of his mom’s friends had been milling about the house since after breakfast, and Alan was glad for it because they occupied his mom, keeping her mind off her loss. Alan took his friends out to the back porch and they shot the breeze for about a half an hour, until the time came that they had to head back to school.
After the funeral and the burial, the limousine dropped Alan and his folks off at their house. The street was lined with cars. Some of their friends and neighbors had gone to their house after the funeral to set up for the evening. Alan saw that the dinner table was pushed against the wall, groaning with plates of food and cakes. Someone had set up big coffee urns in the kitchen, and the house was littered with folding chairs which had been lent by the funeral home. Alan’s mother sat on the living room couch and people came in dribs and drabs to pay their sympathies. Alan sat next to his mom for a while, but after a bit she shooed him away, telling him to hang out with his friends, so he did. There were a great many people in the house, friends and neighbors, relatives, people from his dad’s law firm, and a bunch of people who knew his mom through her work on the school board. Alan even saw his principal from across the room. Some of his teachers, past and present, came over to him to offer their sympathies. He started to wonder if Ms. Kelly was here; he figured she wasn’t. Ms. Kelly was relatively new in town, and he didn’t think she knew his mother in a professional capacity. His mother had never mentioned knowing her, and Ms. Kelly had never indicated to him that she knew about his mother’s position.
As he stepped into the kitchen to get a soda he saw her. She was standing around with a klatch of teachers from his school, and when he entered their eyes met. All of the teachers in her group turned and they greeted him individually, Ms. Kelly last. A few of them had hugged him, and she thought that since some already had, she could also. Megan stood on her tiptoes and put her arms around his neck, her cheek resting for an instant on his. They parted, Alan got his drink and decided to leave the kitchen, thinking that his presence made Ms. Kelly uncomfortable.
As the hour grew late, the crowd in the house began to thin. As his friends left Alan would walk them to their car, and his dad did the same when his work colleagues left. Around nine o’clock he saw a bunch of people leave, and Ms. Kelly was at the coat rack which had been placed in the foyer, another loan from the funeral home. He excused himself from conversation had had been having with his dad, turning to Ms. Kelly and speaking in a voice loud enough so that the people still at the house could hear him, he addressed his teacher, “Wait up, Ms. Kelly, I’ll walk you to the car and you can tell me about the reading assignments I missed.” He saw her eyes widen for a brief second, and she responded, “Don’t worry Alan, you can make those up anytime.”
Alan approached her and said, still in a voice audible to the room, “OK, thanks Ms. Kelly.” He paused for a second. “I’ll walk you to your car anyway.” Alan’s dad watched them leave together, and he nodded his head in approval. “We’ve raised such a little gentleman,” he commented to his wife, and she agreed. She didn’t know what she would have done without Alan these past few days.
“Do you want to have ‘the talk’ now, Ms. Kelly?” Alan asked as they walked towards her car. “I have some time. My parents are busy with the visitors.” Alan had a pretty good idea about what Ms. Kelly had to say to him. She used the remote on her key chain to pop the locks on her car, and gestured for Alan to get in on the other side. As he was settling himself in Alan considered his options. He had pretty much decided that he was OK with the idea of using the Seed to make changes to himself, and his ability to move objects with his mind was cool, but he resolved only to use it in private. He had considered the mind control aspects of the Seed carefully, and decided that it would be wrong, very wrong, to manipulate people into doing things they didn’t want to do, and he believed he had the will power to follow through. If Ms. Kelly out and out refused to continue their affair he would live with it, but it looking at her, five days a week, for another three months (the rest of the school year) would be a massive test of his resolve.
He was surprised when Ms. Kelly started the engine. He turned to her, “What are you doing? I thought we would talk here.” Ms. Kelly didn’t say anything for a minute.
“Alan.” She paused. “I think it would be better if we talked in private.” As they drove conflicting thoughts raced through her mind. A few minutes later she pulled up in front a row of townhouses, parked, unbuckled herself, and got out of the car. Alan followed. After she had locked the door behind them she turned to Alan and threw herself in his arms, her cheek resting on his chest, tears pouring from her eyes. Alan wrapped his arms around her and held her, his shirt blotting her tears. She straightened up and pulled Alan into the living room, having him take a seat on the chair, while she sat on the sofa, facing him. She didn’t want to sit next to him, not entirely trusting herself.
“I know why you want to speak to me, Ms. Kelly,” he began. She looked at him, and sniffled, the reaction a byproduct of her crying jag in the foyer. Alan continued, “You want to tell me that we can’t ever do anything like that again, that you could lose your job and get into a lot of trouble, right?” Ms. Kelly was listening, her chin resting on her chest, her eyes fixed downward, not daring to look at Alan. “Let me just say, Ms. Kelly, I understand, and if that’s how it has to be, I can deal with it.” He saw that his teacher had begun to cry again, silently, a solitary tear running down her cheek. He wanted to lean over the coffee table which separated them and wipe it off, but he decided that it might be inappropriate, so he sat quietly and waited for her to respond.
She raised her head up to look at him, wiping her tear away with the back of her hand. She was so emotional that her throat felt constricted, she thought she could barely breathe. When she tried to speak she could only whisper. “Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to say to you. B-but I’m glad you said it because a big part of me doesn’t want to stop.” She let that conversational bomb hover in the silent air for a few seconds before continuing. Alan strained to hear every word, her voice was so soft. As she began to speak again Alan could see that she was trembling. He got up and walked around the coffee table, sat next to her and held her. She gave a hushed moan and began shaking harder in his arms. Alan kissed her on the top of her head, admiring the pleasant odor of her hair, and she began to calm. When he thought that she had calmed down enough to speak again, he leaned back and gently pushed her away so he could see her face. Still, she didn’t speak for a minute or two, but rather stared intently in his blue eyes.
He considered the situation again. He was not using his powers to force her responses. Granted, he hadn’t known that he was using his powers last time, when they had sex in the classroom, but tonight he didn’t feel the telltale buzzing in his head, or for that matter, his penis. If Ms. Kelly decided to continue sleeping with him of her own free will, he certainly had no objection. Lost in his internal deliberations, he took no notice as Ms. Kelly head approached his. He was shaken from his pensiveness by the feel of her lips brushing against his. He heartily returned the kiss, her mouth opening to admit his tongue. She tasted like coffee, he thought to himself. She broke the kiss and placed her chin on his shoulder, her body pressing in to his.
“Ever since that day I haven’t been able to think about anything else but you, and what we did together,” she began. She was about to tell him that she loved him, but bit her tongue, not wanting to spook him away. It was just a few minutes ago, when he held her and kissed the top of her head which had put her over the edge.
She wanted him.
She wanted to be with him.
She wanted to be his girl.
She hoped he would have her. Damn the consequences.
By this point Alan wasn’t even surprised. He could feel the heat emanating from her as he held her. He began to let his hands roam over her body, rubbing her shoulder, back, and then her cute tushy. It was almost as if she was humming now, her body vibrating in response to his attentions. She was breathing through her nose, her lips clamped shut over his earlobe, and he could feel her hot exhalations on his neck. She reared back and faced him again, planting her lips on his, her hands reaching for the buttons on her blouse. She needed to feel his skin on hers again, immediately. Alan began unbuttoning his shirt, their lips never parting. She slipped out of her blouse and dropped it on the floor behind her, then grabbed Alan’s shirt and tore it open, the last two or three buttons flying off in different directions.
Alan brought his arms up to pull her into him, his hands rising to reach the clasp on her brassiere. She gasped slightly as he unhooked it, pulling back and breaking their kiss as she wiggled out of it, allowing it to fall between them, resting on his lap. He opened his legs and she put her knees between his thighs, resting her ass on the back of her calves as she moved to recommence their kiss. Pressing her mouth to his, she parted his shirt and rubbed her hard nipples in his chest hair and up against his hard chest, mewling happily. She pulled his shirt down as far as she could, the collar touching the middle of his back and the rest of it bunched at the crook of his elbows. She was squirming with heat, and she realized with a start that she had begun licking his face, like a cat. Startled, she looked at him, and was giddy at his smile. He enveloped her in his strong arms, and stood lifting her to her feet. “Which way his the bedroom?” he asked, not letting her free from his hug. She pointed her head at the stairs, and he lifted her up in his arms, like a groom carrying his bride across the threshold. She put her arms around his neck and he carried her up the steps.
Gently he lowered her to the bed. He straightened up and unbuckled his belt, letting his pants fall to the floor. He slipped out of his shoes, and stepped out of his pants. He peeled his socks off. She was reaching behind herself to take of her skirt when he stopped her. “Let me do that, Ms. Kelly.” She blushed. He got on the bed and leaned over her, kissing her breasts as he reached around to unzip her skirt. She lifted her ass of the bed and he threw it to the floor, his hands quickly at her hips to shed her of her panties. In the dim light of the room he tugged her underpants down, her legs rising to let him get them off her. He rolled over onto his back beside her, and she turned on her side so they could kiss. Hands went flying everywhere as they explored each other’s bodies. In the back of her mind Megan was slightly confused. When they had hooked up earlier in the week she didn’t remember Alan being so well defined, but she was not about to stop what they were doing to each other to complain or ask questions.
Alan’s right hand reached down and felt her wetness. She gasped and moaned when she felt him touch her there and began to shiver with desire. “Alan,” she hissed, “You make me feel so good. I need you. I n-n-need you to touch me. K-keep doing that.” She was gasping, her body shaking violently, and when she came, she screamed out his name over and over again. Alan held her by her shoulders and rotated her so she was atop him. He nudged her into place, her dripping pussy rubbing against his turgid erection. Her eyes popped open when she felt his cock rub against her slit, and she raised herself up on her haunches and placed the head against her pussy. Slowly she sank down on his long cock, and this time it was he who gasped. She was tight, and the feel of her still-spasming pussy electrified him. He concentrated on not coming, and in the back of his skull he could feel the buzzing sensation again. When her ass rested on his pelvis he reached up to caress her rosy nipples, and she shuddered. “It’s so wrong Alan, what we’re doing, but I need it. I need you,” she gasped, her face wearing a crooked grin. “I’m fucking you, Alan...I’m fucking you, Alan,” she kept repeating, as if her mantra. Alan continued to toy with her nipples, gently pinching them, sometimes rubbing them with the flats of his palms in a circular motion, and after just a few minutes she came, her body falling forward, collapsing onto his chest, her screams of joy bouncing off the bedroom walls.
Alan wasn’t done.
He rolled her over and reinserted himself into her pussy, slowly pistoning his cock from tip to base. Ms. Kelly stared up at him with unbelieving eyes, too caught up in the moment to say anything. She began whimpering, and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling him down so she could drive her tongue into her mouth. He gradually picked up his pace, and after a few minutes was fucking her with great force. She arched her back and came, her body becoming stiff. Alan shot his load into her pussy and she groaned in pleasure, insensible from the passion she felt towards him. They collapsed, her body falling to the mattress, his on top of hers, his deflating penis gradually slipping from her depths. He rolled over onto his back and she rolled over too, placing the side of her face against his shoulder. He put his arm around her, his hand resting on her hip, and her hand lightly stroked his chest, her fingers softly raking through his chest hairs.
Alan glanced over to her bedstand and checked the time. When he got home he would tell his parents he went for a long walk to come to terms for his grief over Grandpa Joe. If they didn’t buy it he would use the Seed to fix it, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt using the power this one time. He would have to be more careful in the future.
Ms. Kelly was purring contentedly next to him in bed, and he continued to stroke her hip. They were both covered in sweat, which was evaporating and making them chilly, so he reached down and pulled at the comforter, which was folded up at the foot of the bed, over the two of them. They cuddled for awhile, enjoying their post-coital bliss, and Alan looked at the clock and saw that it was coming up on 10:30. He turned on his side and kissed her forehead, and she sighed in response. Propping himself up on his elbow he looked down at her beautiful face, with his free hand moving a few strands of hair out of her eyes. She looked back with a worshipful gaze, and he broke the silence. “Uh, Miss Kelly? Would you mind driving me home?” He paused a beat and added, “It’s a school night and I have a curfew.” She giggled at this and they detached and began to dress.
“You know Alan,” she said as she slipped into a pair of slacks, “When we’re alone, I’d like you to call me ‘Megan’.” They both thought this was extraordinarily funny for some reason, and with laughter in the air the went downstairs so Alan could put his shirt on before leaving the townhouse. At the door Megan peeked her head out to see of the coast was clear, and they ran to the car.
Pulling up to his driveway the kissed briefly, and Alan let himself out of the car, and slowly made his way to the house. The buttons that had been ripped off his shirt were on the bottom, and he tucked his shirttails into his pants so no one could see the damage. The front hall was empty when he came in, so he hied it up the stairs, closing the door to his room behind him. As he was undressing to shower he heard a knock at his door and his dad’s face appeared in the doorway a few seconds later. “Hey son, I heard you come in. Where did you disappear to tonight?” his dad asked. Alan told him the story about taking a walk, and his dad nodded in understanding.
After the shower Alan was sorry that he had washed Megan’s smell off his body. He sat down at his computer, logged in and began to sift through his e-mail. It was only 11:15, and he usually didn’t go to bed until after midnight, and tonight he seemed wired. He had expected Ms. Kelly—Megan—to reject him because of propriety, but he was delighted by her lust for him. He hadn’t even pushed her into doing it with his power. He gave up on using the computer, too distracted by the fresh memories of his encounter with Megan.
Firing up the CD player he slipped in a disc by the punk band Bad Religion, this one titled ‘Stranger than Fiction’. His skateboard-freak cousins from California had turned him onto the band, and his parents’ room was on the other side of the house, so as long as he kept the volume reasonable he wouldn’t disturb them. Pressing the shuffleplay button he the lowered himself on the bed and began to relax. The second song that played was called “Hooray for Me,” and the lyrics took on a whole new meaning for Alan.
and a later, slightly different version of the chorus
You know the rest.