The next morning, Mr. Proilet pulled me aside when I got into band class.
“Sherry Jordan asked me for a hall pass so she can work with you here during fifth period.”
“Yeah, Mr. Proilet,” I said. “I’ve asked the cheerleaders to help with the talent show, and I had an idea of something to do with Sherry.”
That wasn’t an out and out lie, actually. It’s just that the first part of the sentence had nothing to do with the second part. I was starting to get good at misleading people. Idly, I wondered if this was a good thing.
“I understand, Jim,” Mr. Proilet said with a smile. “I’ll be in the faculty room eating lunch during that period.”
“Would you want to help out?”
My question earned me a laugh. “There isn’t much that I can teach you, Jim. Helping a student is something you excel at, unless there’s something you specifically think you might need me for.”
“Well, no,” I said. “Playing piano is easy enough for me.”
“OK, Jim,” the teacher said. “Have fun.”
“Thanks.”
I was in the music room, patiently waiting for Sherry.
She arrived a few minutes after the bell rang.
“Hi, Oogie,” Sherry said nervously.
“Let’s go into one of the practice rooms,” I suggested.
Inside the practice room, I casually reached into my pocket and handed Sherry a ticket.
“You have one wish.”
“I wish that you will obey me completely and without question. Also, you will have no memory of what happens in this room afterward. This wish will remain in effect until you hear me play Honky Cat. When I play that, you will simply think I was playing songs all period long.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I realized that I forgot something. I handed Sherry another ticket.
“You have one wish.”
“While you are in this room and under the influence of the last ticket I gave you, you will also be compelled to tell me the truth. You will feel no emotional distress during this time.”
“Your wish is my command.”
Sherry continued standing there.
Sherry was dressed in a tan skirt and a plain white blouse. This would make things a bit easier.
“Sherry, remove your panties and anything else you may have on underneath your skirt as soon as I turn around. Let me know when you are finished.”
I turned away from Sherry, giving the girl some privacy.
After a few moments, Sherry said, “I’m finished.”
I didn’t turn around. “Do you still feel a need to suck me?”
Sherry answered, “I’ve felt a terrible need over the last few days. Usually, I can fend it off by masturbating, but it’s difficult when I’m in public. I’m always worried that somebody will notice. However, even masturbating doesn’t make the need go away completely, and it’s getting stronger.”
That was what I thought. Of course, this was going to be the hard part.
After a minute or two, I finally unzipped my pants and pulled my dick out. I took a deep breath and turned around.
Sherry was standing there, and she was staring at my erection.
“Sherry, you can put it into your mouth. I want you to do the very least that you need to do to make your need to suck me go away, and then stop.”
Sherry bent down, and opened her mouth. My cock touched her tongue, and her lips wrapped around it. I felt a gentle sucking before her lips parted, and Sherry’s face pulled away.
I was surprised at how short this was. “Has your need gone away?”
“My need to suck you has.”
“And your other need?”
“It’s very strong.”
I nodded.
Sherry tore her eyes from my dick and stared at me. “May I asked a question?”
“Sure.”
“Why am I doing what you are telling me to do? Why am I telling you about masturbating? This is really strange.”
This was intriguing. “Does this upset you?”
“No. That’s also very strange.”
The moment of truth. “Sherry, I will tell you the truth,” I assured her. “You have been a victim of some bad magic. I can do magic also, and I’m doing what I can to fix what has been done to you without harming you.”
Sherry nodded. “That makes sense. Well, it makes sort of sense.”
I decided to get this over with. “I’m going to sit down on this bench, and I want you once again do the very minimum to satisfy your need.” I sat down.
Sherry nodded again, but I saw her resisting. “Jim… Jim!”
Startled, I saw that Sherry was close to panicking. “What’s wrong, Sherry?”
Sherry moved toward me as she said, “Please tell me to wait!”
“OK. Wait.”
Sherry stopped moving. “Jim, am I going to forget all this?”
“Yes.”
“Will it seem like a dream, like some other dreams I have had recently?”
“Other dreams?”
“Yeah.” Sherry didn’t explain.
“Perhaps,” I said. “I’m not really sure.”
“I have a distant memory of you asking me to tell you if anything you ask will make me think less of you.”
I nodded. “I did ask that.”
“In that case, please don’t make me do what you just asked. I would think less of you.”
Surprised, I asked, “Why?”
“This will be my first time. I don’t want my first time to be meaningless.”
I sighed. I was afraid of something like this. I fell asleep trying to come up with something better. I was now going to have to play this by ear.
Wait a minute. Why not have Sherry help? After all, she would have no memory later.
“All right, Sherry. Do not feel compelled to do what I’ve just asked you to do. Instead, I’d like you to help me with your problem.”
Sherry looked confused. “How can I help you?”
“First, Sherry, you are correct. You will have no memory of what goes on in this room after this period is over. Whatever happens here, you will never remember, or perhaps, you will think of it as a dream. I don’t know how that works, actually.”
Sherry nodded again.
“You are under a…” I paused, trying to come up with the right word. “A magic spell. You needed to give up your virginity to me on my birthday. That came and went, and your need is starting to increase. I want to get rid of that need before it consumes you and forces you to, perhaps, rape me.”
“If you have magic, just undo the spell.”
“That’s what most people would try to do. However, my magic doesn’t work against other magic. I didn’t do this to you; I’m merely trying to help you fight it.”
Sherry furrowed her brow. “Tim has the magic?”
“I took his magic away from him.”
“Is that why his spell transferred to you?”
I was amazed at how observant Sherry was. “That’s correct.”
“Jim, as much as I feel a need to fuck you, I don’t want to do it like you said. I don’t want to… give it up without it being special.”
“Sherry, I don’t love you that way. You’re a very important friend, but we’re not romantically involved. If I were to ‘make love’ to you, it wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”
Sherry considered what I said. “You’re right.”
“As I said, your need will continue to grow until you won’t be able to handle it any more. We need to fix it.”
“I’m not going to remember this?” Sherry asked.