Though it had gotten dark, there were still a few people on the streets or in the yards as Karyn walked home through the residential neighborhood she and Jon both lived in. One older man's eyes seemed glued to her as they passed and she muttered to herself, "What's he looking at?"
No sooner had she thought about it than she knew. There was that ribbon again, coming from the man and just barely starting to curve through the air around her...and she could see what he was thinking about.
His arms were wrapped around her as she sat on his lap. She was a good six inches shorter and her hair was a much more natural shade of coppery red. His lips and tongue were slowly working the side of her neck, while his left hand slid up to wrap around her--
"No, no, no," she thought, "I gotta get home." She started walking again, not having really realized she had stopped, still able to feel the man's...gaze? Thoughts? Desires, she realized. That's what this felt like. Just like when she'd imagine herself being with a guy while she masturbated like any healthy teenager. Only these weren't hers...although the last one had left her feeling particularly warm down there. Could someone kissing your neck feel that good? She had kissed a couple of boys and done a little fully-clothed petting, but it was like the difference between Hershey and Godiva. This was so much better, except that it hadn't really been happening.
Karyn arrived home and stuck her head into the living room to say "Hi" to her mom on her way up to her room. Sure enough, her mom didn't give her a second glance. Up in her room, she reclined on her bed and tried to relax, thinking about how she had looked before any of this wishing nonsense.
