"Will what work on me?" Keri blurted out. They hadn't been in the car for five minutes.
"Nothing." Daniel have been tying to force his mind off the topic the entire time. The topic of his wish. Of
wishing. Damn. Banana coconut trees. He stared intently at the dashed lines in the road in front of him.
"Banana Coconut what? What did you wish for?" Keri felt her head annoyingly fill with -la-la-la-la- like a
child was reciting something endlessly. She held her hands to her ears. "Please stop. stop." It did.
"When that old man was telling his story, I wanted it to be true, but I didn't want any of this. I didn't want
Brad to die." Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed her twinge a little at the mention of brad. "I just
wanted a chance, a way for girls to like me."
"But Daniel. You're a nice guy. Girls like you. Heck, I like you..." her voice trailed off into recognition.
"Ohh. You didn't? Did you wish to make girls like you? Don't you use that on me." Her voice started stern, but
oddly changed pitch as her sentence trailed off. "Daniel." Her body shivered, as if something was running
through her.
When she spoke again, her voice was soft with closeness. "Ohh, Daniel." She reached her hand over, gently
placing it on his leg. He'd done it, and all he could think about now was her touch. "Are you saying you like
me?" Of course he did. God, who didn't like her? She's totally nice and totally hot, the whole package. "Ohh,
that's so sweet. See, Brad never would have said that."
In fairness, Daniel hadn't said it either. She had plucked it right out if his mind. He looked over at her,
and her posture was totally different now. Her shoulders were facing him, at least as much as was possible in
the confines of the front seat and seat-belt. Her blond hair perfectly cascading around her shoulders despite
having just come from a wooded campsight and horrible afternoon ordeal. He also couldn't help but momentarily
lust after a sliver of cleavage before darting his eyes back onto the road.
Keri giggled, "wow, I think I'm really going to like this telepathy thing. I always found it kind of rude when
guys peeked there. But that was almost a compliment." Even silent, Daniel found himself mentally denying her
implication. "Ohh, you know where I mean. Yes. Exactly." Somehow with her leading pressure, he found it
impossible not to let his mind think about her tits.
"Whoa there boy. Enough about me." She leaned in, rubbing her hand against his leg briefly. Between focusing
on the road and her hand on his leg, his mind was fully occupied and quiet. "There we go. We have a long drive
home, just focus on the road."
Daniel tried his best, but the more darkness descended, and the more her hand stroked against him, the more he
couldn't think about anything else. It didn't help that the more he thought about her, the more she seemed to
respond, occasionally moving her hand against him.
The whole time she was silent, and he was letting his guard down, forgetting to keep his thoughts in check.
Was it really working? Did she really like him? Eventually, he looked over at her. Seeing her in the dark, the
eyes staring back at him seemed to answer the question. 'Yes. I want you, Daniel.' Her lips hadn't moved, but
he immediately felt it inside him. Before he knew what happened, he felt something stirring in his pants. The
same voice in his head followed coyly, 'oh, Daniel.'
Her posture shifted, and her hand stirred against his thigh. It was more consistent now, rubbing, progressing
inward. Had she noticed? Her stroke came close to brushing him and for a moment he felt distracted from the
road. 'Why? Do you want me to?' It wasn't a voice. It was a concept, a thought, permeating him. Her fingers
approached again, this time softly brushing up against his crotch and startling him. "Keep your eyes on the
road now mister."
Daniel's eyes were glued to the endless dotted center-line markers appearing out of the darkness. His
thoughts, however, were largely on the feeling of Keri's fingers stroking his pants. He was in heaven, and
each time he thought it couldn't get any better, it did. He'd only a few times had any intimate contact, and
those were awkward moments with hardly attractive girls.
"Really? You've never had a good hand job before?" He wasn't sure how many of her words were spoken aloud as
his mind answered her rhetorical question. Slowly, and with just one hand, Keri managed to unfasten the top
few buttons of his pants. It was just enough to get her fingers in against his underwear, rubbing the head of
his cock, 'we'll fix that tonight lover boy.'
They were close to home now, but the last few miles seemed to drag on. A torturous pleasure.