A Transparent Tryst

Mark admired the dappled sunlight on the leaves above him as he walked along the hillside. The complex play of light and shadow through the narrow leaves seemed to create the impression of dozens of leaves from only two or three, and that effect was magnified uncountably by the canopy above the narrow cliffside path he walked along. He very occasionally checked his footing, reaching to the short, rock-and-tree outcropping to his right to steady himself lest he tumble down the tall, steep cliff over the bay to his left. He checked the path ahead too, in case he had to pass someone. On this narrow path, that could be dangerous for both parties. That said, meeting someone up here was rare these days, he rarely saw others on the path at all let alone on this short stretch of cliffside. He saw no-one and lost himself in thoughts of the latest super battle which had annihilated the bridge beside his city, marvelling at how simultaneously no one had been killed but tens of thousands of people could no longer get to work. He let his mind wander aimlessly, mind saturated with the play of the light on the leaves in the pleasant weather. He wondered later if he should have been paying more attention. Later still, he was glad he wasn’t.

He felt someone bump into his right shoulder, and tried to step to the left to let them pass. He had a split second of weightlessness before he started to topple from the cliffside. He threw out his arms to catch whatever he could on the path, and managed to barely get hold of a rock with both hands. He looked up to at once scream for help and in frustration at the person who had knocked him over, and found the sounds die in his throat as he looked into the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. An angel in a blue summer dress and black glasses. Where did she come from, he wondered. The path had seemed empty a few moments before.

After a few moments he realised she was talking to him. Or rather, was repeating “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”, over and over, while pulling at his hands. Mark forced himself to remember he could fall to his death at any moment, and paid attention to the burning in his arms and hands as he clung on for dear life. He focused on the task of survival.

“Hi, yes, listen, I seem to have fallen.”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, here let me help” the physical incarnation of beauty replied, extending her hand to grab his wrist.

Mark shook himself again. Focus. He looked at the woman, estimated she was about 5’5″ and maybe 120 lbs. Not small, but maybe not so much help against his tall, if somewhat gangly, frame. They would need to work together, and carefully. He managed to get a foot into a rock below to stabilise himself, but it was too far down to push up from. The woman grabbed his arm, and started to pull. Mark pushed with his other arm, and scrambled with his legs, and found himself back on the path much more easily than he had expected. He lay on his back, staring at the sun through the trees, thankful to be alive.

His view was intruded upon by a further radiance; the young woman checking to see if he was hurt. He found himself staring for a moment, before scrambling to his feet.

“Hi, I’m Mark, it was good to bump into you”, he said with a half smile.

The woman flashed him a brilliant smile back, quickly replaced with a concerned look. “Are you hurt? I’m so sorry! I should have been paying more attention. I could have killed you!”

She reached out to him as if to make sure that he was in fact still alive, and Mark noticed her hands were shaking. He realised his were too; before he had become totally enraptured with a woman he didn’t know beyond a moment of mildly violent physical contact, he had been in danger of dying a fairly unpleasant and terrifying death.

“Nah I’m fine”. Mark congratulated himself on his smoothness in the face of death, certain that the nightmares would fade within several months, a couple of years at the outside. “Don’t worry about it. I should have been paying more attention to the path. What’s your name?”

“Sorry, I’m Kate.”

“Please, stop apologizing. I’m fine, really. I am going to go back down the cliff though. The long way. You going this way too?”

Kate nodded, and Mark turned and began walking. Within a minute the path had widened more than enough so that he could wait for Kate, a few steps behind him, and walk alongside her. Kate’s face still wore a guilty frown, and she opened her mouth to speak, before catching herself and falling silent. Mark caught her eye and grinned. “Thank you for not apologizing again. Really, no harm done. At least none that say, dinner tonight won’t fix?”

Kate recoiled in surprise, but quickly returned his grin. “Yeah that would be nice. What did you have in mind?”

“Something easy, there’s a great Mexican place on the south end of town, right by the college campus, Los Taquitos, you know it?”

“I love that place! It’s already getting kinda late, do you wanna go there now?”

Mark was surprised by how eager she seemed, but was more than happy to agree. “Sure, I need to swing by my place to change into some jeans. Cover up the scratches. But I can meet you there in an hour?”

“Sor- ah- yeah. I’ll see you in an hour Mark”.

Mark made the short trek back to his car with his mind full of Kate’s smile, her sparkling eyes, the way her dark hair perfectly framed her face. He made it home, quickly changed and somehow made it to the Mexican place on time despite the distraction.

Kate was already sitting at a low table outside, basking in the last rays of the summer sun next to the verdant college campus, still in her blue summer dress. As he sat someone came to take their order, and quickly left the two of them alone.

“So look,” Kate began, “I know you said not to and so just one last time, I wanted to apologize for nearly killing you. I should have been more careful.”

“Really, it’s fine, I should have been more careful too. I didn’t even see you on the path, I’m at least as much to blame. Let’s forget about it alright?”

Kate lowered her eyes and looked a little embarrassed, but nodded.

“OK great, so let’s start over Kate. I’m Mark, it’s great to meet you.”

Kate beamed back at him. “Why hello Mark, I’m Kate, it’s great to meet you to.”

Mark couldn’t help but grin at the forced formality. “What brought you up to the hillside today? Mondays are my day off so it’s usually quiet, and I don’t normally see anyone else up there these days. Most people seem to want to spend the day off watching the skies to see if they can spot supers off to save the day, or whatever else they do.”

“Yeah right? It seems like no one else wants to enjoy the world around them any more. I’m off on Mondays too, my job has me cooped up inside all day so I can’t wait to get out and see some life.”

“I’m indoors all day too, I work in a bank and you know, it’s not bad, but you can only look at a desk and a computer for so long before you go a little crazy. One day I swear I’m going to go up to the cliffside and start screaming. But once I’m up there, I feel so calm, it’s like an oasis.”

“Yes that’s the perfect description! It’s a little calm oasis that no one goes to. No one but us.”

Mark found himself staring at Kate as she spoke, and as she finished, he felt she was staring back. He felt he could get lost in her eyes, like he was falling forward and if he stared a little longer he would pitch over the edge and never come ba-

“Bunch a tacos! You guys ordered a bunch a tacos yeah?” Mark and Kate tore their gazes from one another and stared drunkenly at the guy with their order. They nodded absently, and he placed two trays of tacos on the table before ambling off to loudly greet another set of customers.

“Yeah tacos great”. Mark said. “I think nearly dying must give you an appetite cause I’m gonna warn you, I’m eating a lot of goddamn tacos tonight.”

“Maybe nearly committing murder makes you hungry too cause if you don’t eat quickly I’m stealing yours.”

“Better get started thenmnmmm” Mark said as he stuffed a taco into his mouth.

They fell into a happy silence as they ate for a few minutes.

“So what do you do Kate?” Mark asked.

“I work for the government.” Kate replied. No follow-up, no embellishment. Mark was instantly incredibly curious.

“Sooo just ‘work for the government’? What do you do? Do you hunt bad guys? Do you file paperwork? Do you save school buses from burning children and devastate local bridges?”

Kate let out a low laugh, and Mark was even further enchanted. “No, I just can’t talk about it. I sign all these forms. I promise it’s very boring.”

“Well all right, maybe you can tell me some other time.”

They had finished their food, but Mark was eager not to let the night end any time soon. He wanted more time with Kate, in any form. “You want to go for a walk through the college campus? It’s nice in the evenings, all the students are already either at a bar or inside glued to a computer, so it’s probably pretty quiet.”

“Hmm I dunno. You seem pretty nice, but you might be an axe murderer. Or a knife murderer. Or even a hand murderer. How could I tell?” With this she leaned forward across the narrow table, staring directly into his eyes. “Are you any kind of object murderer Mark? I really hope you aren’t, I think you’re pretty nice and I’d really hate to be wrong about that.”

Mark found himself staring back, bewitched by the woman in front of him. He clasped her hands in his, a move that felt so natural, so right, and said “I promise I haven’t murdered any axes, knives, or hands.”

Kate scrunched her face in mock thought. “That’ll have to do,” she said, “let’s go!”

They quickly left more than enough to cover the check on the table and began to wander through the campus, close enough to be almost touching. Mark could feel the warmth from her hand, an inch from his.

“So Mark, did you study here?”

“Yep, three years of being here. Maybe thirty minutes of studying.”

“Ha ha ha, I don’t believe it for a minute. I bet you were top of your class weren’t you? I bet you studied… something with computers?”

Mark was taken aback by how accurate she was. “Yeah that’s right, how did you know?”

“I’m super psychic Mark!” She put her hands to her temples and made low wo-wo-wo noises, before the two of them burst out laughing. “It was just a guess. You kinda look nerdy, but a cute nerdy. I like it. I like it a lot.”

She put her hands around his arm and let one of them slide down to entwine her fingers in his. They had stopped walking, and Mark now found himself almost face-to-face with this impossibly lovely woman who for some reason seemed to like him back. He felt her breath on his lips, felt her fingers squeeze his, just a little, and he moved his lips to hers. The feeling as they touched was like electricity. Her soft lips moved against his, parted, their tongues met in an almost tender caress. Mark wrapped his arm around Kate, let his hand slide down her back. Kate checked behind them and Mark saw an empty space among the well kept trees and bushes of the campus. They moved as one.

Kate turned back to Mark and gone was any hesitancy, their tongues lashed one another in a fervid kiss, their hands roamed each other. Mark pushed Kate softly against the tree behind her, as they continued to make out like horny teenagers. His hand found her ass as he ground himself against her, and she ground back. She raised her leg to pull him in closer, his arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he reached down, feeling a smooth thigh uncovered by the short sundress. He ran his hand up, past her panties, to the smooth supple skin of her side. Kate broke the kiss. Mark was about to apologize for going too far out here in the open before she interrupted him.

“I live just around the corner. Let’s go. Do you want to go? Let’s go. I mean, if you want to.”

Mark couldn’t help but grin at her barely contained eagerness. He felt it with all of his body. He looked down. Yep, all of his body. “I would love to.”

The short distance to her apartment was a blur to Mark. So was the brief journey in the elevator. The hallway just inside her apartment was another blur of frantic kissing and touching. Kate broke their kisses again and dragged him to her bedroom, where she turned to kiss him again, this time pulled back from his body. She let her hands work down his chest while he continued to explore her with his hands, roaming from her neck to her ass, until he paused as she began to rub his cock through his jeans. Mark felt like he was about to cum then and there. Evasive action! he thought. He pushed her back onto the bed, and lay halfway on top of her, kissing down her neck, down her chest, over the tops of her breasts still concealed in the dress. He continued down to where he had pulled the dress to her hips, and started to kiss from the ridge of her hip down her leg, gradually tracking inwards.

Her legs slid apart as she knew his intentions, and he was more than willing to follow them. He kissed further up her thighs, towards the edge of her panties, before quickly pulling them down and spreading her legs again. He took a moment to take in the sight, and found that Kate was absolutely soaked. He could see the moisture glistening on her shaved lips, see her clit almost throbbing below a tight landing strip of dark hair. He dove in happily, and was met with a low moan from Kate. As he licked and lapped, savouring the taste of her, the feel of her on his own skin, he realised this hadn’t done much for his own arousal, which was responding to even the slight friction from his jeans with dangerous exuberance. He didn’t have time to dwell on this long before her fingers twined in his hair, pulling his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. With their faces pressed together, Kate said the words.

“Fuck me now Mark, I need you.”

Mark ripped off his jeans and shirt so quickly he tried to remember to check them for tears later. His underwear followed as Kate pulled the dress over her head, further tousling her already sex-scrambled hair in a way Mark found completely irresistible. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her body, as she did for him, and then he dove in. He moved on top of her, and felt her at once kiss him passionately and reach down to line up his cock with its target. Her hands were in his hair again as he felt himself push in the slightest amount, and the two paused to look into one another’s eyes. The hypnotic effect was broken after a moment when Mark felt himself pushed in.

He sank as deep as he could go, fully seated in her soaking pussy and feeling every single inch of it. She wrapped her legs around him so tightly Mark found it almost difficult to slide back out, but eventually he slowly did, and slowly sank back in, all to the accompaniment of delighted sighs from Kate. Mark couldn’t keep the pace low for long, and worried he would soon cum, but was granted brief respite when Kate wanted to switch to being on top.

As soon as she mounted him, they shared another gaze. Their hands found each other and clamped tightly together. The tender moment faded into the background as she began fucking him with wild abandon. She slammed her body up and down, her breathing rougher by the moment. Mark was torn between soaking in the vision before him and thinking about baseball, difficult math, and remembering important historical dates. He shut his eyes, sensed that Kate was close, and wanted to be sure she finished first.

“Oh fuck Mark your dick is amazing. I’m gonna, oh fuck Mark, I’m ah, I’m cumming!”

Mark felt her clamp down tightly for a few seconds and somehow held back from blowing his load at the incredible sensation. After a moment, he opened his eyes, to see.

Nothing.

She wasn’t there.

That’s… the first time I’ve fucked someone into atoms, Mark thought

He realised he could still feel her on his cock, her thighs on his hips, her hands in his. Then she flickered. He had a brief glimpse of an orgasm-stupefied face before she vanished again, then came back, eyes wide. Mark opened his mouth as if to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.

“Yeah, I’m a super. Sorry. I should have told you.” She seemed, sad, for some reason, and Mark couldn’t work out why. She moved to get off him.

“Whoa hey wait what’s wrong? Are you ok?”

Kate looked puzzled. “Yeah I’m fine Mark, I’m sorry, I know it’s tough. Guys don’t like super women”.

“What? What guys have you been with? This is fucking cool!”

Kate looked nonplussed for a moment. “All the other guys I knew would be weird about it. I’m sorry I meant to keep it secret.”

“I mean you don’t have to tell me but why be weird about it! It’s amazing! You’re amazing.” Mark reached out a hand to caress her face, and propped himself up to kiss her. “And I in no way find it a turn off.”

He flexed his cock inside her, and she smiled back at him, kissing him again. “You’re not just saying this? It doesn’t bother you?”

“No I think it’s cool. I wanna know more about it. Later.” He thrust against her in emphasis. She giggled, and started to slide herself along his length again.

The interruption had given him time to cool off. Mark explored her body as she ground herself on top of him. He ran his hands up her smooth thighs grabbed her ass. He cupped her breasts, modest and perfect, leaned up kiss her nipples, suck on them, eliciting a delighted sigh. He kissed further up to her neck, across to her mouth, and lay back down, pulling her with him. They made love, as he caressed her back, sliding in and out of her still-tensed pussy, slowly at first but gaining in pace. Eventually they broke the kiss as they started to rut in earnest, the wet slap echoing around the room as he lost himself in her body.

He felt himself approaching the climax again and felt her breath rough on his neck, and knew she was close too. He slammed up into her as hard as he could, moments away from his peak, when she came on top of him and vanished again. He came himself, and watched his cum jet a short distance from his cock, pooling inside Kate, before slowly vanishing.

A short while later, they lay curled in bed. “I think I really like you Mark.”

“I think I really like you too Kate.” They smiled at one another and shared a short kiss. “So, you wanna tell me more about your super cool super powers?”

“Yeah if you’re interested.”

“Of course I’m interested!”

“OK. I can turn visible.”

“Invisible?”

“No, visible. My default state is invisible, ever since I was about seven or eight years old. I have to put in a little effort to turn visible. I’ve gotten pretty good at it. I even do it automatically when I’m asleep. But if I get… very distracted -”

“If you cum your brains out?”

“Among other things, yes. If I get distracted, or get too wrapped up in something, I turn invisible again, and have to turn myself visible.”

“Cool! What about my cum? You turned it invisible, can you turn me invisible?”

“It doesn’t really work like that. If it’s part of me, I can turn it invisible. ‘Part of me’ is kinda fuzzy. Food and, yes, cum, I consider a part of me pretty quickly. They vanish within a few seconds, but long enough to not be too nice to watch when I’m eating while invisible. Clothes and jewellery take the longest. How long does it take you to forget what shirt you’re wearing? Maybe ten minutes? That’s how long it takes me to think of the clothes as part of myself, and turn them invisible. If something changes within me that can take a second to adjust to as well.”

“That’s amazing. Can you do anything else? All these supers… all YOU supers I guess, seem to be able to do a few things like fly and be incredibly strong.”

“That’s just a stereotype Mark, we’re not all the same you know?”

Mark looked chagrined. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offe-”

“Nah I’m fucking with you, I can project force as well.”

Mark laughed and shook his head. “What does that mean?”

“It means I can say, pick things up or push them or pull them. I’m not very good at it though, I tried to drink a glass of wine with the power last week. Those clothes are in the trash now.”

“Noted. So wait, is this what you meant by working for the government? Are you a super hero? Super heroine? Super spy?”

“Agh no I couldn’t do that! I’m a civil engineer. I help design bridges. In case you haven’t noticed, we go through a lot of them.”

“Yeah do you guys coat them in pheromones to attract supervillains or what? Maybe you could make some out of mirrors so the laser beams bounce off?”

“Yes thank you Mark, we simply had not thought of that”. She batted him lightly on the arm. “I like my job, and I shouldn’t have told you because we do some top secret stuff so no telling ok?”

“My lips are sealed.”

“Good. Let me check though”. She gave him another kiss, a quick peck to begin with. Then another, more intense. Soon they were making out again, Mark’s cock prodding Kate everywhere he could reach.

“You know,” Kate whispered, “I can think of one way to really properly apologize.”

She slid quickly down the bed, and placed a kiss on the head of his cock. Mark would let her apologize again. Just this once.

She licked around the crown, planted kisses down one side and licked back up the other. Mark was already dripping pre-cum just from making out with her but it turned into a flood, which she lapped up with joy. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, working her tongue around it. She worked his cock deeper into her mouth, until she could take most of its generous length. She wrapped her hand around the small amount remaining and started to suck in earnest. Her mouth flew up and down, her hand twisted, her tongue attacked the sweet spot under the head of his cock and Mark found himself nearing the point of no return. He tried to tell her but all that came out with a low “hnnng”. She hummed back, and the low vibration sent him over the edge. He sent rope after rope directly into her mouth. It must have been too much because she pulled off, swallowed quickly and went back for more. Mark felt himself overcome with exhaustion. Near-death, amazing sex with an incredible woman and an blowjob. What a day. He drifted off to sleep.

The next weeks were a whirlwind. Mark spent every possible moment he could with Kate, drinking in her presence. They also fucked like rabbits. He was amazed at how she would turn invisible during particularly powerful orgasms, though he wished he could see the ecstasy on her face while she came. For her part, she couldn’t seem to get enough of him, and started to delight in teasing him. He found himself in his office, daydreaming about her, when a notice on his computer told him he had a meeting starting right there and then in his office. His colleagues entered, the door blowing wide in an unexpected breeze, but they soon settled in. After a few minutes Mark realised this meeting could have been an email, or indeed, nothing at all, and let his mind drift at his desk. He leaned back into his chair, pushed his lower body further under his desk, and felt a hand undo the fly of his trousers.

He jumped as if he had been shocked. The other two in the room briefly paused their inane discussion, before going back to it when they saw Mark look as if he wanted them to continue. A look he had long practiced. The hand continued its journey, reaching his still soft cock and pulling it out. He felt a warm wet mouth wrap around him, and looked down to see the nothing he expected.

Kate continued her oral assault on Mark, licking and sucking while he tried to maintain a veneer of calm. He knew he must be turning red, and surely he must have the words ACTIVE BLOWJOB RECIPIENT in neon over his head, but the other two in the room didn’t seem to notice. He knew he would soon cum, and Kate showed no signed of slowing. She sucked hard on his dick, lavishing her tongue over the head, and stroked him fast while licking just under the crown. Mark grabbed the edge of the desk with white knuckles as he blew a massive load into Kate’s mouth. He looked down and saw his cum had already vanished, and saw only his dick, being gently manipulated. He felt her continue to gently suck and kiss his softening cock. She stuffed it back into his pants and zipped him up. After the meeting ended he whispered half-furious, half-hopeful.

“Kate! What was that! Don’t do that again! I mean, do do that again! But warn me! Maybe!”

He got no response. He waved his hand under his desk, and it met with nothing. He spent the rest of the day at least half-hard thinking about it, thinking about her, and all the delightful ways he could pay her back when he saw her that evening.

As soon as he saw her that night in her apartment, he spun her around, and spanked her hard. He was met with a low laugh, while he enjoyed the feel of her body under her skirt and blouse. She knew exactly how much he had enjoyed it, and from the front of his pants she knew he was still thinking about it. He couldn’t maintain the annoyed façade for long, and kissed her.

“Did you have a nice day at work today dear?”

“It was all right, nothing special, you know? What’s for dinner honey buns?”

She flicked him on the arm both for the slight and the silly house-play, before he wrapped her in his arms and held her close. “Hey Kate. I love you.”

Her smile lit up the room. “I love you too Mark.” He moved in to kiss her deeply, but she pushed him back.

“OK Mark. One thing. Confession time.”

Mark felt a seed of worry grow in his stomach. Was she seeing other men? Was she going to leave him? What was wrong?

“Remember how I said I can turn invisible and project force?”

“Yes I definitely remember you turning invisible. Several times in fact. Recently even.”

“Yeah so, the first time I was invisible around you was actually before then. Let me go back a few months. I used to take these long invisible walks, and a while ago I saw this guy, and I liked him. He was really cute you know? Still is.”

I will fucking murder this man I swear to Christ, Mark thought.

“So I would pass by him all the time, and I couldn’t think of a way to talk to him. So I decided I would get up close to him and you know, make it happen, just give him a little push and we would talk and laugh it off and make out or whatever.”

Realisation began to dawn on Mark.

“So I waited where I normally saw him, I went invisible to get close, and I gave him a little force projection.”

“A little one? Is that right?”

“I told you I can’t control it Mark!”

“So you nearly killed me, because you wanted to go out with me? Are you crazy? You just had to ask! You’re the most beautiful woman in the world! If you hadn’t been invisible around me I’d have asked you out myself!”

Kate blushed deeply at the compliment. “I’m really pretty average Mark.”

“Not to me Kate. You are perfect.”

She looked up at him with her eyes shining. Mark felt a lump in his throat, and he couldn’t explain why it was there, just that he felt such a powerful love for this woman that he couldn’t bear to have her not understand how special she was.

“I love you Kate, more than anything.”

“I love you too Mark.”

She stood and kissed him, and they made their way to the bedroom. When they got there, Mark found he could think again through the fog of emotion, and spanked Kate once more. “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about attempted murder as an introduction. And the assault on my person today at work.”

Kate shook her ass at Mark. “Oh nooo, maybe I need a spanking? Have I been baaaad?”

Mark found himself oddly aroused at the thought of spanking her. Or maybe it was to do with the fact she was now crawling on her knees across the bed, and sinking her face into the sheets. Her skirt had ridden up, to display the tops of her stockings and a suspender belt. She didn’t wear that for work, Mark thought. She was ready for this. She arched her back, and displayed her readiness further; she wasn’t wearing any panties, and she was soaking wet. Mark couldn’t help himself, and pulled his now painfully erect cock free. He quickly mounted her from behind, and was met with a gasp. “Ohh I’ve been so bad Mark.” He thrust deep inside her with a single push, feeling the very bottom of her depths.

“Oh fuck Mark.” All pretence, all playing, done. Mark slid a hand up her chest to cup a hanging breast, grabbed her tightly by the hip, and started to fuck her as hard as she could. He could tell she was quickly building to an orgasm, her breathing faster, heavier, her moans more frequent. His rock-hard cock flashed in and out of her at incredible speed, and he brought her right to the brink. And pulled out.

“What’s wro-aaah!” Mark spanked her, not hard, but enough to shock her, before thrusting himself back in. She came harder than he could ever remember, flickering in and out of visibility, clamping hard on his cock, hair strewn across her face as she pressed into the sheets. Mark continued to slide in and out of her at the same pace, pushing her to new heights. Her moans became a continuous wail of pleasure. Her pussy was like a living vice, almost writhing against him, coaxing him to orgasm. He was happy to oblige – within seconds he came with a roar, shooting countless ropes inside Kate, before the two of them collapsed onto the bed, finally satisfied.

They continued happily for months. Mark realised his lease would soon expire on his apartment, and took it as the perfect opportunity to suggest they move in together. Kate jumped at the opportunity, and within days they were happily living in her apartment, and looking for a slightly bigger one. Most evenings became a haze of animalistic sex, but Kate surprised him by suggesting, just for a change of pace, a dinner party.

“A dinner party? I’ve never done one of those before. Seems very grown-up.”

“We are grown up Mark! We have been for quite some time! Besides. I’d like you to meet some of my friends.”

“I’ve met your friends. We get along great. Denise and I might start a bowling team!”

“Not those friends. My other friends. My sdphm mrphrm”

“Your what was that?”

“My super friends!”

“Super friends! I knew it! You’re in a crime fighting team! You stop villains! By day you make bridges, by night you destroy them!”

Kate gave him a flat look, and Mark was unable to wipe the delighted grin from his face. “No Mark that is not what we do. In fact it’s very much not what we do. It’s a few other supers who just want to live a normal life.”

“Got it. Lemme just. I never really learned how to wink you know so I’m just gonna close both eyes and you pretend OK?”

Kate scrunched her face up in mock anger before breaking into giggles.

“OK, really, this sounds great Kate. I can’t wait to meet them.”

Kate beamed, and made the arrangements. That weekend, they were joined by three others, Diana, Hank, and Jon, for a pleasant and very grown-up casserole and greens. Over wine after the meal, Mark couldn’t help himself, and asked The Question.

“So, what are your powers?”

The other four shared the look of practised mild exasperation before launching into what they could do.

“I can stretch my body however I want” Said Diana.

“I can turn myself into any inanimate object” said Hank.

“I can rewind time” said Jon. Mark’s eyes bulged. The other two powers were nothing compared to this. Rewriting reality. “Only by about fifteen seconds though.”

Mark was only a little disappointed. That was still a phenomenal power. He quizzed Jon over his powers, how often he could use them (a bunch of times a day, but not indefinitely), how often he used them (sometimes), and what was the biggest thing he had undone (getting bitten by a snake). When he tuned back into the conversation, he could see Kate blushing while Diana regaled stories of ridiculous stretchy sexual antics.

“You know I can basically grow my clit into a cock? You know how many guys are into that? I’m telling you, it’s more than you think!” She gave a faint nod towards Hank, and Kate’s blush deepened. Between the wine and the stories, she was becoming a little fuzzy. Diana continued, “don’t blush too much girl! I know what you can do, that force stuff? I bet you’ve done a few kinky things with this one eh?” She winked and nodded again, this time towards Mark. Kate didn’t respond but turned somehow, an even deeper shade of red. The others shared a laugh, and the conversation moved to more normal topics. Politics, pets, when the bridges would be fixed again.

After a while Mark felt a tugging at his dick, somehow still in his pants. He looked to his left, to Kate’s seat, but she had both hands above the table, though her face was fixed in concentration. He looked fearfully to his right, but Jon’s hands were above the table too. No one else could reach, so what was happening? He looked again at Kate’s face, and realised it must be projection from her. She was stroking him off with her mind! Mark continued listening to the conversation at the table as he grew hard. He started to leak pre-cum, nodding in all the right places.

Mark felt himself start to get close, the disembodied sensation running up and down his cock, faster and faster. It started to grow tighter too, forcing him to the edge. He started to cum, not caring what it would do to his pants. The pressure continued. Tight. Too tight. Too tight!

“AahhaaahaaAAAAAH! AAAAAH! AAAAAH! AAAAAAAAH!” The others at the table jumped, shocked. Mark risked a look down at his pants, now ripped apart, and nearly passed out. Jon leaned over and followed Mark’s gaze, and gagged. “Hank! Take a look at this Hank!” Jon said.

Hank leapt from his seat, and inspected Mark’s crotch. Kate had leapt from her seat, and was apologising. “I’m so sorry Mark, I didn’t mean to, I thought it would be good I thought I could control it.” Tears streamed down her face but Mark could see none of it. He turned to Hank.

“Are you a doctor Hank?”

“Yes Mark I am, you’re…” Hank swallowed. “You’ll be fine.”

“Hank. Doctor. Do not resuscitate. My dick. Oh god. Do not resuscitate! DO NOT RESUS-”

Mark felt himself start to get close, the disembodied sensation running up and down his cock, faster and faster, when Jon jerked forward.

“Hey Kate, Mark, I think I just heard something in your room. Maybe you should go check?”

The sensation on his throbbing cock disappeared, and Kate stood woozily to check the room. Mark followed, just as unsteady and even more so trying to conceal his raging erection. In the bedroom they fell onto one another.

“That was sooo hot baby I didn’t know you could do that, think of all the fun we can have!”

Kate sank to her knees, eager to get her hands on the dick she had only loosely sensed. She pushed it deep into her mouth, too deep, but neither cared as she gagged and went back for more. Kate’s hand slipped into her jeans and toyed with her clit as she swallowed Mark’s cock. Quickly bringing herself to orgasm, she moaned around Mark’s iron hard dick, pushing him over the edge, which sent her to new heights of pleasure as she swallowed his thick load. After a moment, they recovered, shared a kiss and went back to their friends. All of whom had clearly heard the moans, and all of him pretended they hadn’t.

The rest of the night passed in pleasant conversation, but as they were leaving, Jon approached Kate and said something to her. Mark couldn’t make it out, but Kate’s face went deathly pale and she turned to look at him. After everyone had left, he asked her about it. She refused to speak on it, but was adamant that force projection play was now forever off the table. Mark wasn’t too disappointed; Kate as she was was enough for him.

Mark did continue to fall delighted prey to Kate’s tricks at his work whenever she had a day off. Soon though, he was ready.

Over the last several months, Kate had slipped into his office during an early lunch break at her job, almost always on a Friday, and almost always during his most mundane morning meeting. This week, as usual, his two colleagues came to Mark’s office for the meeting. This time, Mark was watching for the tell-tale flutter of paper on his desk, the faint sound of someone falling quickly to their knees before he could sit back down. He dropped his pen, reached under his desk as if to grab it, and wrapped his arm around an invisible waist. While his colleagues chatted before sitting, he was able to pull Kate to her feet, still invisible, and bend her over his lap before sitting down only slightly awkwardly.

“Silly me, dropping my pen. Carry on guys, what were we talking about? The targets for next month?”

Mark knew Kate’s fun came from the tease, not from getting caught. She didn’t really want to cause a scene, and so he knew she wouldn’t want to move and be discovered. He leaned forward slightly, one elbow on his desk, trapping Kate firmly between his body and the desk. He let his other hand seemingly hang off the side beneath the desk. If anyone had stood to watch him, they would have seen him idly twitching his fingers. In reality, he was stroking the back of Kate’s thighs as she knelt across him, and listening to her breathing. Already the thrill of being here was turning her on, she was panting slightly. Or maybe it was because she could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach. Neither was truly comfortable, but Mark was willing to put up with a little discomfort to turn the teasing tables on Kate.

He continued to stroke Kate’s legs, moving slowly ever higher. He found the edge of her skirt, and let it ride up on his fingertips. He moved his hand to the soft insides of her thighs, and found them already wet from her dripping arousal. He slid his fingers higher to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. He slipped up along the side of her pussy, felt the heat radiate from her, and moved beyond, tracing a fingertip around the outside of her ass. He completed a circle and moved down the other side of her pussy, towards her clit, and rubbed beside it, first on one side, then the other, before completing another circuit around her ass. He did it again. Again. He could feel his fingers sliding freely over her smooth skin as her wetness flowed. He lightly brushed his fingers over the soaked entrance to her pussy, let them slide slowly, finally, directly, towards her clit. When he reached it, Kate let out a low moan. Mark’s colleagues paused, and looked around them.

“Is there something wrong with the vents?” One of them asked.

“Must be,” Mark replied, “what were you saying about the productivity metrics?”

Eager to get lost in trivial information, they settled back into conversation.

Mark continued his assault on Kate’s clit, sliding his fingers down to her pussy, slipping them inside briefly before returning to circle the soaked button. He risked a look down, and could see a red haze in the air across his knees – Kate had begun to flush from her nearing orgasm and her body hadn’t adapted yet. He pulled his hand away. A few minutes later, he started the cycle again, careful not to make too much noise as his fingers sloshed inside her. He saw the red haze again, and stopped again. He could feel the frustration radiating off her, and it was almost enough for him to finish her off. Almost.

Halfway through the third cycle of teasing, the meeting drew to a merciful close. His colleagues said their goodbyes, and left. Mark pulled back, allowing the almost dead-weight of Kate to slide to her hands and knees, before rushing to lock his office door.

“You absolute bastard.” Kate said. She had turned visible again, and Mark could see she was clearly in a rumpled state and aroused beyond all reason. She sat on his desk and spread her legs wide. “Get over here and fuck me until I forgive you.”