..” Kal looked closely at her hands, tiny green tendrils extended from her fingertips down into the woman. “You can use magic,” he said.“I ain...��t no witch, boy. Don’t know nothin’ about doing magic, but after so many years being a midwife, I do know mothers and babes.”The laboring woman threw her head back and screamed in agony.Kal looked at the old woman, “Maybe I can help.” Putting his hand next to hers he pushed a tiny bit of magical energy into the woman and used it to flood her body much. I just creamed myself in front of the hottest girl in school. Granted, her tits were out at the time, and this was an odd scenario for sure, but it was still a thing I did. I had to breath in and out a few times and clear my thoughts before sheepishly coming out of the washroom to face her.“So, uh… should I ask to go home now?” I asked, not looking her in the eye.“Do you feel embarrassed?”“Yes,” I flatly admitted.“Don’t, it was interesting. I don’t, like, think any less of you.” Her words. Lust was cheap; you could buy lust on a corner in darker part of town. What she wanted to give him was herself, wholly, a conjoining of two. To her, sex was still sacred; it wasn’t just for lust, and lust didn’t happen without love. For him, lust couldn’t happen without love, but that wasn’t his issue. He knows he loved her, he knew she loved him. He kissed her back, hugging her closer, feeling her breasts press up against his shoulders. She was only a couple inches taller than five feet, where. As with pretty much all my other stories, it’s the loss of/giving/taking of control that really gets me.This one goes out to all my fellow horny introverts who just can’t bring themselves to flirt like normal people and thus simply daydream about their manic pixie dream alpha person to come up to them and – without much ado and discussion - sweep them off their feet, right into their bed, right onto their cock or into their pussy… Tags: 1st person narration, college, stranger, body search,.