Yet, in all that time, she had yet to reach her peak once. The closest she had come was when she smelled the sweet scent that accompanied her father, but it hadn't been enough, and she most definitively refused to go any deeper in that direction. Taylor's body shivered despite the hot water, and her mind hovered at possibilities for an heart-stopping moment. Then the girl forced herself to consider the idea, and let out a shuddering breath when she felt the sheer incomprehension mixed with disgust at the thought of doing... things with her father.
"Thanks for that." Taylor whispered feelingly, feeling further relief when she used her nerdy classmate Greg as a point of comparison. Frustrated and over-stimulated as she was, it apparently wasn't enough to throw her into the truly desperate choices.
So great was her relief that she collapsed upon the stall. Still, the simple contact of the floor made her body throb, and she knew she needed to do something. Taylor laid there a few moments before gathering herself up and carefully stepping out of the bath. Wiping herself was another moan-filled trial, so stimulating that she took a detour by the kitchen naked in order to cool down. Only then did she dress up with a clean pair of jeans, a scarf, and enough covering to fend off the bite of winter.
A walk would do her good. She steeped outside the house biting a chocolate bar even as she nursed that hope. Taking a tour to the city might cool her down, give her some ideas, get her tired enough. Or, even if she really didn't want to think about it, find someone that would care for her issue.
At the very last, at the very extreme, she had to free her body from this constant arousal and rising frustration before she came home, before despair.
She wasn't going to jump her father. Not now, not ever.
* * *
Irresistible — 1.1c
The scents in the bus were bland.
That was the frustrating thing on which Taylor focused, something beside holding herself against the bar, avoiding making sudden moves. She breathed in the odors, trying to find one that stuck her like her father's sweet scent did. There were small hints that appeared and vanished, tantalizing hopes that kept increasing her frustration. Yet another person noticed her flushed state and asked her if she wanted to sit, and Taylor shook her head in polite refusal.
"Are you sure, miss?" This time it was an elderly woman. Taylor nodded, not trusting her voice. There was a scent that flickered as the man spoke, a hint of sweetness that hung in the air before it disappeared when the man accepted her answer and sat back. There were more gazes that flickered toward her from time to time, but the bus was strangely silent. Despite the low traffic and few passengers at this hour on weekday, the driver seemed tense too.
Taylor's hand inside her shirt snapped toward her breast, and cut short her breath again. It sent another tremor thorough her before she could get the limb back into position to save her recently expanded bust from being pressured by the now undersized shirt. She inhaled the blessed air before focusing on keeping still. The shirt was one of her two mistakes, along with forgetting the heavy winter clothes would rub her raw body with every step.
Eighty meters were all that had been needed to fully inform her of her mistakes. If the bus stop hadn't been there, she would probably have headed home and launched herself into long hours of heavy physical practice. The bus jerked to a sudden halt, making her lose both her focus and her hold for a moment, before Taylor managed to catch a lower part of the bar. A young couple that she had noticed before was equally surprised and the male of the duo placed her hand where Taylor was holding before.
Taylor was too busy stifling a revealing moan to pay it much attention, even when the boy hurriedly drew his hand away from the bar. Still the sudden brushing of her clothes was too much and Taylor felt a rising mortification when all her efforts only stretched the loud moan that left her mouth. When she opened her eyes however, no-one was staring at her. Pretty much was, or pretending very hard not to, staring at the young couple whose earlier kissing session had gained a hand-on activity.
Taylor's embarrassment won out over any temptation, and she escaped the bus under the cover of the providential distraction.
Her stop turned out to be a tourist area. Not that there were many tourists walking around the Boardwalk in this season. The large buildings covered in window glass, the mall and multiple shops, the promenade by the sea nearby. Taylor recognized the passingly familiar surrounding even as she steeped away from the bus stop and the people here, then she sighed. It wasn't the worst place to be, enforcers from the shops kept the thugs away, and unless she strayed into the alleyways she was unlikely to end up in too much trouble.
That was her optimist hope, when the first thing that caught her eyes was a pink-colored shop. Hidden in an alley, not so much hidden as to make the toys on display invisible. Taylor took a few moment to process the sight, then let out a sad moan. That the first shop she noticed was selling sex toys fitted how things had been going since her trigger, she supposed. Still, finding that kind of place first thing in the most respectable district of the city...
She breathed in the bland scents, steeping between the small flow of people, and forced herself to consider the idea for a moment. Almost immediately logic reminded her that she wasn't legally an adult, and that such purchases were forbidden to her. Taylor turned her attention to the mall and pondered on getting shirts and bras that weren't constricting her chest.
Her mind was momentarily muted on opinions when her body responded to the notion of trying clothes, which would imply more rubbing and brushing, more frustration. Taylor tried to press the brakes when her body reacted to the notion, reminding herself that here were the most expensive shops of the town, and that money was sparse. When her imagination decided that the best option was to get intimate with the pink shop vendor rather than screw up one from the malls, Taylor really started to wonder how the mounting frustration was affecting her brain.
Taylor paused into the street and sighed. Her hand didn't try to get inside her coat when she raised it, perhaps because of how she was feeling depressed now, still frustrated. After paying the price of trauma to get powers, was that the only way her life was going to go? Lose her sanity to frustration until she threw her body at men, did and said anything just to make it stop. Then it would be just like Emma had said before her trigger, people only taking out of charity because of what a mess she would be.
It didn't seem attractive, didn't make her body spasm into fits of anticipation. Just disheartening. It was then Taylor smelled a faint hint of spice, along with a heavy sweet scent. It came so suddenly that her hands acted up again, apparently trying to chase her negative feelings with handwork. Taylor almost lost the scent along with her mind, when the former flickered before growing more intense as in response. Just keeping her balance, she turned toward what she thought was the source, and felt faintly confused when she found a blonde girl behind her.
Said girl had clearly been staring for a while and took a step back when Taylor looked at her. The movement caused a startle in Taylor's body, an imitation of rejection that prompted her to cross the distance and lay her hand on the girl's arm. It caused the far better dressed girl, perhaps just a little older, to freeze. Taylor then realized that she had no idea what to say, what to do, and that the idea of just trying to offer a boy her body would have probably been beyond her communication skills. Taylor drew upon her most pressing issue, that overwhelming frustration that never abated and summed that plea in just two words.
"Help me." Two very simple words, they made Lisa swallow visibly. Her tongue tried to form words but she found her brain unable to catch up with the sudden event. Too many information to take in, too little time, and increased sensitivity spreading from her bare wrist touched by the hand.
Taylor's noticed the immobility but only as much as it wasn't a rejection. The scents that felt even stronger from so close prompted her body into unconscious action once more, and she took the unresistant girl toward one of the somber alley without another word.
* * *
Irresistible — 1.1d
They didn't go far.
There was an halting breath as Taylor felt her legs collapsing. Overwhelmed by the brushing clothes and the scents, she just managed to rest between a wall and a towering metal construction serving as a power transformer. Taylor remained there a second before her legs let her slid downward.
A hand caught her under the shoulder, the pressure making her mind crack before an entire body pressed against her own to support it, and her mind went to pieces once more. The scents, brushes and contacts. Her hand trapped under her shirt and pressed by too many things. It was too much for Taylor and she didn't even think as her free hand blindly reached to bring the scents even closer.
"Wait. Talk to me, explain." Lisa's words came out less steady than she wished. Her hand intercepted the trembling girl's fingers, forcing her to shift to body to avoid letting the other fall to the ground. The motion pressed her clothes against the girl's own, and Lisa found herself immensely troubled by desperately stifled moan reaching her ears.
"I'm sorry. I have a problem, ever since-" There wasn't much else that Taylor managed to say before the fluctuating sweet scent mad her lose her words. Almost unconsciously Taylor reeled Lisa's hand with her own, making the interwoven fingers struggle with her clothes until she made Lisa's palm and fingers touch her skin.
"Your power, you can't climax." Lisa stammered amid the flow of information of her own power, not quite a distraction from her how hand was bathing into the sensitivity-increasing substance covering Taylor's skin. In fact, learning how reddened, how stimulated the hot and damp the flesh under, and above, her hand was annihilated her thoughts. Lisa felt Taylor's breath tensing at the mention of her power, then before she could use the pause to gather her thoughts, Lisa experienced that tension by the hardness of Taylor's breast as the moaning girl fondled herself by proxy.
Might as well have been rooted in place, for all Lisa could think of moving her legs in any fashion.
"Climax?" Taylor voiced out the unfamiliar term, her brain latching on the word against her still present frustration. The attractive scents took a rising hint of spice, the brushing of clothes was melting her mind, and the hand cradling her breast was something part of her wanted to go on for a ling time. But the frustration of her mind, her burning body screaming for release turned the pleasure into a near-torture that her brain just couldn't enjoy.
Taylor pulled the captured hand away from her breast. It startled a small cry from the girl, whose green eyes stared at her uncomprehendingly. The scents wavered in a frustrating manner as Taylor guided the hand lower. The contact still drew a few hard breaths from her, then a groan as she had to struggle a few seconds with an obstacle. She felt herself flush in embarrassment at what she was doing, and kept going.
Lisa's eyes widened a little as her power helped her brain realize Taylor's intention. Trembling too much to get away, she just managed a hard shallow before her fingers were led through the underwear and into a far too intimate place, a hot place filled with a clingy liquid that poured from a throbbing opening. Her power helpfully told Lisa that the substance was as unnatural as the one causing the hyper-sensitivity of her hand. Then the exciting nectar caressed all her digits before traversing the skin and permeating her hand in depth like an aphrodisiac cream.
The feedback from Lisa's hand slaughtered all of Lisa's coherence in that moment. The blaze cursed through her body, blasted through every sensitive parts of her arm, burned the strength from her legs, projected it between them, and climbed her throat in a choked scream. It all gathered to in a burning inferno embracing all of her brain and devouring able to feel or think.
It exploded with her collapsing forward that tangled her up further with the warm source. It came a second time while she was still managing to hold back her voice, and she utterly failed to do that when the third blaze came. Then sheer overload allowed Lisa to surmount the unstopping embrace for a moment.
"That, is a climax." Lisa answered of all things, the words all but incomprehensible as distorted by her moans as they were. Her entire body jerked under further blazes and she mindlessly amended herself. "Those are." Then her trapped fingers actually touched Taylor's intimate part, drenched by the substance, and even her power couldn't make Lisa form a sentence anymore.
Just lots of moans.
Taylor raised a hand at this, freed from fondling her breast. She reached for the girl and brought her closer, her exciting mind barely holding together, then stifled Lisa's vocalizes with insistent and repeated chaste kisses. She kept going even when they both struggled for breath, kept forcing their clothes to rub together, kept the hand inside her moving. So many sensations, so much sensations that her whole being screamed for her to end it and she couldn't.
The sweet and spicy scents kept wavering, frustration growing along with pleasure, and she persisted.
A fresh liquid spilled into Lisa's mouth and she swallowed it amid labored breaths. Her power told her of yet another unnatural substance that replaced the saliva, her mind feeling surprised that she was even able to notice it. More breaths drew more saliva inside Lisa's mouth and gave her just enough clarity to listen to her power, to understand how the healing substance acted against the near-painful overload of her senses. Lisa clung to the possibility of new-found sanity with all her might, and found herself sucking in the girl's saliva, finding pleasantly that it also eased power-gifted headache.
"Why me?" Lisa asked when her lapping upon the source of reason let her brain assemble a sentence. It didn't last. Out of sheer exhaustion her body didn't go into yet another climax, but the blaze was more than enough to shatter her reason once more.
"The scents," Taylor answered, her frustration and desperate resignation showing despite her aroused breaths. "Sweet and spicy. Only you, one other." Lisa carefully didn't listen to her power telling her the other was the girl's father. She drank in the saliva, was submerged by pleasure anew, and managed to keep some clarity for a moment again. She noticed again the scent of chocolate that Taylor had presumably eaten little ago, it helped her focus on her words. It was getting pressing, Lisa wasn't sure she was going to stay conscious much longer. It took but one inquiry at her power to get an answer, the key.
