It didn’t take that long for the time to arrive. The shop had plenty of customers today, two of them getting the magical objects in which I am very proficient in making. My father called from London, which is always a pleasure, but he was stuck there doing something he couldn’t tell me. That was normally how it happened.
I locked the door behind me, listening to the soft jingling of the bell as it notified me of the swinging door. Across the street, the automatic doors were continuing to slide open for the customers. I knew that I wouldn’t see Peter leaving work since he was off today which meant he probably spent most of the day getting ready or whatever. Maybe he didn’t, I probably shouldn’t get my hopes up.
I walked past the stores and vacant buildings on the way to the bridge. This bridge had been there since the town was founded by Alexander Roil and while it was originally used to move goods in and out of the town, it has gone out of use with the building of more bridges that look and just are nicer. This bridge sort of acts as the main entrance to the park across it. If you ask me, I like this bridge the most. It might have been the view into the river or the fact that not a lot of people use it anymore which makes it a little special. Peter was leaning against the rails, looking down at his hands. He looked good in the light. He didn’t see me as I approached him and when he finally did he perked up a little bit, his attention moving from his hands to me.
“Hey, there!” He said, his hands moving into his pockets. I could tell he was nervous. I was too.
“Hey.” I said, trying not to smile too much. He leaned back against the railing and I joined him, the cool black metal against my butt.
“So, I officially broke up with my girlfriend. She had a fit.” An awkward silence followed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I only remember glimpses, but I do remember that I had never felt that way before. With anyone.” He smiled which made me feel a bit more comfortable. “What do you say we take a walk. I have some questions for you. I’m not interrogating you or anything.” He awkwardly chuckled as we started walking across the bridge. My hands slid into my own pockets to attempt to give myself a little character.
“So, ask me anything. I’m pretty much an open book.” I was desperately trying to break the silence.
“Alright. Well, how did you learn how to do it? The whole getting inside someone’s skin thing?” He was talking with his hands.
“Well, I didn’t really learn to just step inside of people. I was born with this, well, I guess I can call it a power?”
“I’d say so. It’s pretty awesome. How have you kept it a secret?”
He called my power awesome. I couldn’t tell if I was blushing. “When I was younger my parents pulled me out of school after this teacher thought I was trying to kill a student. I had accidentally put my hand into his head which caused him to seize. Wasn’t my prettiest moment. When my parents found out I immediately became home schooled which wasn’t so bad. The friends that I had eventually stopped visiting me and then I never used my power until I got to high school. My parents signed me up for public school which was fine until I started getting bullied. Everything I learned from my parents helped finally get back at him. I’m not proud of what I did.”
“What did you do?”
“Well, my first instinct was to jump inside of him but after I did what I did to that kid I tried something else. One of the books that I use in the shop contained a little spell that was supposed to make him piss himself but instead he had constant pain and then went blind.”
“What?”
“It was temporary, of course. I wasn’t that strong then. But now I have bit more control over what I do which is why my dad let’s me run the shop when he’s gone.”
“You sell spells?” He was really excited.
“Um. Not to everyone. The store has a way of weeding out the bad people from the good. I sell them to those who need it most. Most of the people that come in actually looking for something like that are desperate for help. The most recent one was a kid looking to get back at a bully.”
“What did you give him?” Peter leaned in a little more.
“That is confidential, sir.” We both laughed. We reached a part of the park that had an arch of trees with benches along the pathway. A couple of people passed by. Some of them were out on a run to stay healthy while others were taking a stroll just to clear their heads. The sun was already halfway down and the park was starting to get dark.
“You know, I have never felt that way before. When you were inside of me.” He touched his chest and then I felt his hand grab mine and bring up to him, placing it where his hand was. I could feel his heartbeat underneath my palm as well as the muscular pectoral. He wanted me to press into him and disappear inside of his body.
“Peter…I think…”
“Do it. Only if you want to. I already told you I like it.” He was staring at me. He wasn’t pleading, his grip was loose. He knew that I might say no but he still held on. Hoping.
I pressed his chest and I could feel his hand lose its grip, falling to his side as I slid into him, my whole body being accepted into Peter as he trembled. I could feel the sweat on his skin as I took control, gaining his feelings as well as his thoughts before they became mine. He loved every second of it. When I could see again, I looked down at myself, my hands exploring on their own as the sun continued to go down. I could feel the erection stirring in my pants and I needed to get out of the park. Hurriedly, I followed the path the bridge and then followed the street back to the shop. The weird thing about the power is that when I possess someone with clothes on, all of the items in my pockets appear in theirs. It’s weird, but it helps with keys. I unlocked the door after searching Peter’s pockets and blindly walked through the store to the back. I flipped on a light and looked around at the bookshelves and the bottles of colorful liquid lining the walls. Towards the back was a rusty mirror which I used to look at my reflection. Peter was hot and I couldn’t help but be turned on in his own body. It was almost as if he was begging me to take his pants off and massage his massive cock while looking at his shirtless body. It was like he was telling me. Then I heard a hushed voice in the back of my head.
Do it.
And I did.
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