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POLL WINNER: Memory Alteration Chapter 8
🕑 Added 2022-11-28 23:58:24 +0000 UTCWord Count: 2729
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Dinner went pretty smoothly for the most part. Misty and MJ talked the most, with Misty inquiring enthusiastically about our friendship and newfound relationship. MJ responded with equal or greater excitement, but thankfully glossed over the fact that she still hadn’t technically yet broken up with Peter Parker. I had a feeling Misty would have been fine with me stealing another man’s girlfriend if it made me happy, and I doubted Mom would really care, but I didn’t feel like explaining it right then. Instead, MJ talked about how we were friends for the longest time, studying and hanging out together before finally admitting to each other how we felt. As she spoke, she’d periodically lean against my arm, her big, soft breast squeezing into my side in a way that seemed intentional. I rewarded her by moving the hand I’d had on her thigh down between her legs.
Misty’s eyes glittered shrewdly. I wondered if she was aware of what we were doing. She had to have been, especially now that she loved and was obsessed with me even more than MJ was and would be watching and dissecting my every move. As if to confirm my thoughts, Misty’s dark eyes focused on me. She licked her lips and leaned forward, drawing my gaze to her cleavage. Her lips curved upwards every time I looked there. And, like clockwork, after a minute or two she would tease me again. She’d do it a little differently each time. A flash of the top of her breasts one time. A lick of her lips another. Once, she got up from the table to refill her glass of water, her denim-clad wide hips swaying suggestively all the way to the refrigerator.
Mom seemed indifferent as usual, quickly and quietly eating her food while the other women talked. She only ever glanced up when someone asked her a question and usually she’d give short, clipped answers whenever someone asked her a question.
I started rubbing MJ’s crotch through her pants.
My girlfriend gasped softly in surprise, but opened her legs to allow me access. Her green eyes glanced between Misty and my mother as she no doubt wondered if either of them would notice something untoward happening between us. She grabbed her fork and speared some of the rice on her plate. She plopped it in her mouth, her lips lingering on the fork. She glanced over at me meaningfully, her beautiful eyes twinkling mischievously. She slowly extricated the fork from her mouth. Not even a sliver of rice remained on the utensil.
My eyebrows crept upward. That little minx. Who’d have thought she’d be so daring in front of her boyfriend’s family?
We went through the rest of dinner that way, teasing each other. Mom didn’t seem to notice or care and Misty only really had eyes for me, even if those eyes would flick over to MJ whenever she leaned against me or rested her head on my shoulder. I didn’t detect any jealousy or resentment in Misty’s eyes. Instead, she seemed… pleased?, but rather ambivalent about it. I’d seen something of the like inside her mind, and if that was anything to go by, she was happy that I’d found someone to make me happy, but wished she could be the one to bring me happiness.
I wondered what she wanted to discuss with me when dinner was over. Was she finally going to tell me how she felt or was there something else she wanted to get off her chest? Thanks to the alterations I’d made to her memories, she should see me as her best and only confidant, the only person on Earth who would lend an ear to her concerns. I couldn’t wait to find out. I mean, if I wanted I could certainly do so now by entering her mind, but where was the fun in that? Besides, I’d probably be tempted to make more changes while I was there and I didn’t want to do that unless it was necessary.
After everyone had finished eating, we started cleaning up. MJ seemed eager to help, practically shoving herself in front of the sink to wash the dishes. Mom and I told her it wasn’t necessary; she was our guest so we should clean, but she insisted on doing it herself.
“You guys let me in on a dinner for three and since you wouldn’t let me pay my share, helping clean up is the least I could do,” she’d said. “Besides, I’m used to doing this at home.”
Mom hmmph’d and nodded at MJ respectfully. A rare instance indeed for such a cold and hard-to-please woman. Her phone rang almost immediately after and Mom’s respectful gaze vanished the instant she brought her phone up to answer it. That meant it was probably the precinct calling.
Misty came up from behind me. I felt her soft, big breasts push against my back.
“That one seems like a keeper. You better not do anything to screw it up,” she whispered loudly enough for the others to hear.
“M-Misty!” I stammered, my face heating up with embarrassment. Misty flashed a too-pleased smirk at me.
MJ giggled, pausing with a soapy plate and sponge in her hands to look at me.
I sighed. How was it that I was the one with the powers, yet they could embarrass me so easily?
Calming myself, I did what I could to salvage my pride.
“Don’t worry,” I said to Misty, but made sure my voice was loud enough for MJ to hear. “MJ’s really special to me. There’s no way in hell I’m going to let myself make a mess of what we have now.”
Misty’s eyes widened slightly. I glimpsed a flicker of something in her gaze. Not jealousy. I’d have noticed that with the knowledge I had of her personality and the inner workings of her mind. Yeah, definitely not jealousy or something comparatively negative. Maybe it was envy? I knew she wanted what MJ and I had with me, so I could see it being that.
MJ, on the other hand, stared at me. Her pale, freckled cheeks flushed crimson, nearly the color of her hair. She swayed her hips back and forth, drawing my eyes to her juicy, spank-able bubble butt. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to have her again. Next time, I wanted to see that ass jiggle and quake as I slammed my hips into her.
“I’ll hold you to that, Tiger,” she said softly before resuming her cleaning, slotting the dish she held into the drying rack.
“-yes, I can be there within fifteen minutes. No, don’t start questioning him yet. This could be our big break. I want to be there when it happens.”
I glanced over at my mother. She’d just hung up her phone and glanced over at me.
“I have to get to the precinct,” she said.
I resisted snorting. Well, there was a surprise. Strangely, though, she didn’t seem as cold and distant as usual. There seemed to be something approximating guilt stirring in her eyes. Her lips curled unpleasantly as she looked over my shoulder. I followed her eyes to find Misty glaring at her with barely-masked hostility.
Wow, whatever protective instincts Misty had towards me must also have extended to things that could affect me emotionally. Mom leaving abruptly, for instance. I put a hand on Misty’s organic arm and squeezed.
She looked at me, and I raised my eyebrows.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it. I’m fine,” I mouthed. Misty looked unsure, but she nodded. I looked back at my mother. “It’s okay, Mom. Go be a good cop. The city needs you. When you get home do you want to watch a movie or something?”
Mom stared at me for a long moment.
“Maybe. I might not get home until very late,” she warned.
Misty tensed next to me.
Movement drew my eyes to MJ. My girlfriend was giving me a worried look. She looked like she wanted to say something. I smiled at her to let her know I was fine.
She raised her eyebrows at me before sighing. I turned to face Mom again.
“That’s okay. If you get home while I’m still awake, we’ll watch something. You know I’m good at waking myself up in the morning no matter how much sleep I get.”
Mom’s lips curved slightly upwards.
“That’s true. Fine. It’s a deal. If I make it home on time, we’ll watch something. God knows we haven’t been doing a lot of that lately and I could use something to unwind,” she said. Her eyes widened momentarily before she glanced over at MJ. “Oh, MJ, I’m sorry to be leaving so soon after I met you. You seem nice and I can understand why my son was so eager to introduce you to me.”
MJ gave me another look before plastering on a smile that would have looked real to anyone who didn’t know her like I did.
“Thanks, Mrs. Marcus! No, it’s fine. You’re a busy woman and that’s totally understandable. It was really nice to meet you!”
MJ stuck her hand out. Mom reached out and shook it without hesitation.
“Likewise,” Mom said, her voice brimming with respect, which was really rare from her. She turned to Misty and I. “Sorry I couldn’t stay longer, Misty. Are you going to head out or…”
Misty placed her free hand on my back.
“I think I’ll stick around for a bit. I still have that thing I wanted to discuss with Adam.”
Mom nodded.
“Keep him out of trouble,” she said, before turning to me. “Bye Adam. I hope I can get back here soon.”
“Me too,” I nodded.
Mom smiled before turning around and heading into the hallway towards the door. I heard ruffling down there for a few seconds before the door opened and closed with a thud.
MJ’s smile vanished.
“Hey, are you okay?” she asked, concern filling her voice.
I nodded.
“Yeah, I’m fine. This is actually pretty normal for me.”
“It shouldn’t be,” Misty said suddenly, drawing my and MJ’s attention. “You should always have someone with you to keep you company. She shouldn’t leave you alone like that.”
I smiled.
“But I’m not alone. I’ve got you two here.”
Misty beamed at me like I’d told her that every dangerous criminal in New York had been rounded up.
“That’s true! Before we go and have that talk, I want you to make me a promise.”
I raised my eyebrows.
“What sort of promise?”
She leaned forward slightly. Our close proximity meant that she was basically pushing her cleavage right in front of my face. I gulped, trying not to stare as MJ was watching.
Misty put a hand on my shoulder.
“If you’re ever alone or just want someone to talk to, I want you to swear you’ll call me. I don’t care what time it is, where you are, or what you might be doing. I’ll drop everything I’m doing and come right to you if that’s what you want. Okay?”
I stared at her, mouth agape. That… I’d never had anyone promise me something like that before. Not since Dad…
“Do you hear me?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I nodded. “I hear you. I, um, I promise I’ll call you if I need you.”
Misty didn’t look entirely satisfied with that, but she nodded regardless, accepting my answer.
“Me too,” MJ said suddenly. I looked over at her. She was wringing her hands together in front of her abdomen. Nervous. She usually didn’t get that way unless things got really serious, and most of the time she’d usually avoid showing it. When I was in her head, I couldn’t help but be in awe of how strong she was. It made me love her more, if that was possible. She seemed to realize that she’d only said part of what she’d meant to say, and shook her head. Her voice grew firm.
“I want you to make that promise to me, too. No matter what’s going on, if you need me, I want you to call me, no matter how late or early it is. Rain, shine, sleet, or fiery global apocalypse. I’ll come running, Tiger.”
Misty nodded approvingly, and I couldn’t help but agree with her. Wow. What an incredible girl. Peter, you didn’t deserve her one bit.
I must have been staring, because she raised a red eyebrow and crossed her arms in a way that promised retribution if I didn’t give her some form of answer.
“I’ll definitely call you if I need you, MJ. I mean, if a global apocalypse hits us, you’re the person I’d want to spend it with.”
MJ laughed cutely, and Misty gave me an approving pat on the back.
“Oh? How romantic,” she shook her head, smiling all the way. “So, Misty, you want to get that talk out of the way? I’m feeling a sudden overwhelming urge to snuggle on the couch with my boyfriend that I won’t be able to resist much longer.”
Misty chuckled.
“Yeah, I’m ready to do this. And don’t worry. I’ll probably only be borrowing him for ten, fifteen minutes, though it could go for longer. It’s, uh, a very serious matter and can’t wait, unfortunately.”
MJ raised her eyebrows.
“Um, okay. I won’t lie, that’s actually a lot longer than I thought it was going to take, but since it’s serious I’ll let it slide. I’ll just have to find some way to entertain myself while I wait,” she said.
“Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I said.
MJ nodded emphatically.
“Yeah, but when you’re done-”
“Couch snuggling,” I gave her a nod. “Sounds like a plan. Oh, and if we get hungry later, I’ll probably make something. How does chicken fettuccine sound?”
MJ’s stomach chose that moment to grumble loudly.
Misty and I stared at her.
MJ’s cheeks reddened again.
“Huh, I guess the Chinese wasn’t enough?” Misty muttered.
I chuckled and Misty laughed with me.
MJ shook her head, the beginnings of a grip tugging at her lips.
“In my defense, it was my first meal of the day,” she said. “So don’t go thinking I guzzle down food all day.”
I gave her a once-over. Yeah, with that body there’s no way she’s overeating.
“Why didn’t you say so? I would have made something!”
MJ held her hands out in a conciliatory gesture.
“Well, we just got together and… I didn’t want to be a burden,” she said.
I stared at her.
“Okay, now I want you to promise me something.”
MJ rolled her eyes, but her lips twitched with amusement.
“Let me guess. You want me to swear I won’t pretend I’m not hungry.”
“You got it,” I nodded seriously. “So, do I have your word? It’s only fair. You made me promise you something. Now it’s your turn to reciprocate.”
My girlfriend gave a sigh like I’d just told her she’d have to go to the dentist and have her teeth pulled. Stubborn girl.
“Fine,” she said, and then her eyes narrowed slightly. “I promise I’ll let you know if I get hungry. Hm. I guess since we’re on the topic of hunger, I would like that chicken fettuccine and I want you to start it as soon as you and Misty are done.”
“Yes, dear,” I said, earning a small smile from her and a snort from Misty. “First dinner, then snuggling, right?”
MJ nodded and crossed her arms. Pleased and amused. Very good.
“Mhm.”
“Okay, sounds good,” I turned to Misty. The dark-skinned older woman had been watching our exchange with poorly-concealed amusement. Her eyes met mine immediately. I could see openness in them and deference and love. It was as if she were silently trying to tell me that she’d do whatever I wanted, no matter how difficult or depraved, if only it would please me. Or maybe that was my own bias from being inside her mind. “Misty. Let's get this over with so I can start getting dinner ready. I’ll see you in a bit, MJ.”
“Love you,” my girlfriend mouthed.
I turned towards my room and started walking.
“Yes. Let’s,” Misty said quietly. She licked her plush lips and followed after me, hips swaying with excitement.
