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   Googly Eyes

   by sourdough

   ------ Synopsis: The pretty teenager was used to admirers but this one
made her feel oogly googly.
Codes: no-sex rom mc het Mdom

   Mary Jane Walker stood at the street corner waiting for the school bus.
The normally gregarious 17 year-old was strangely silent, ignoring her
fellow students' attempts at conversation.  The attractive coed was nervous
about something.  Well, the problem was that boy.  Something had to be done
about that boy on the bus.  Mary Jane just wasn't sure what could be done.
It's not like the boy had done something wrong.  He'd just looked at her.

   Mary Jane was used to being stared at.  She'd been used to it since she
was a little girl.  This was because the teenager was a classic beauty. 
Boys and men stared, leered, ogled and gaped at Mary Jane whenever she was
in their presence.  The lovely schoolgirl was tall and dark-haired with
hazel eyes and a peaches and cream complexion.  Her long, shapely legs were
always on display.  She never wore slacks or jeans, which Mary Jane
considered unladylike.  She was blessed with an hourglass figure, perfect
teeth and a friendly smile.  All this coupled with her winning personality
made Mary Jane a very popular girl indeed.  Mary Jane was no genius but
that would never be a handicap for her.

   Yet, there was something about this one boy's look that gave her the
"oogly googlys." The oogly googlys to Mary Jane was something that made her
feel weird and uncomfortable.  Mary Jane always accepted admiring stares
with good grace but this weirdo's look had really gotten to her.

   Normally Mary Jane wouldn't be riding the school bus but Jerry, her
boyfriend and captain of the football team, had his driving privileges
taken away from him by his parents for poor grades.  Until Jerry improved
his grades he wouldn't be able to drive Mary Jane to and from school and on
dates.  Mary Jane had considered another boy friend as a temporary fix but
she didn't want to relax her standards.  The only other boy she'd consider
was dating her best friend.

   The first time she'd seen the boy was two weeks before.  He was seated
near the front of the bus as she climbed aboard.  She recognized the
familiar stare that told her he was mentally undressing her but there was
something else too.  It felt like he was touching her also, touching her
body and maybe even her very soul.  Mary Jane picked up her pace as she
walked by his seat.  Out of the corner of her eye she could see him smile
briefly before returning to the book he'd been reading when Mary Jane had
boarded the bus.  Normally Mary Jane liked to sit near the front but since
that would mean sitting near that boy she instead went to the back, almost
to the nerd section which was the extreme back of the bus.  That's where
that boy belongs, in the nerd section thought Mary Jane.

   The boy was certainly nothing to look at.  He wore glasses and Mary Jane
could have sworn she saw braces when he smiled.  He had a bad haircut and
bad skin.  He wasn't dressed fashionably.  The only thing missing was the
pocket protector for his pencils.  Mary Jane didn't recognize the boy.  She
hadn't seen him before.  She knew all the juniors and seniors.  He must be
new or a lower classman.  Mary Jane was a junior herself.  Since Mary Jane
didn't know his name she nicknamed him Googly Eyes, for the way he made her
feel.

   Mary Jane didn't see the boy during the school day.  They must have a
completely different schedule she thought.  She was grateful for that, at
least.  Yet Googly Eyes was never out of her mind for very long.  Was she
being irrational?  Maybe, she thought.  Mary Jane wished she could point to
something concrete.  Something she could complain about to her teacher,
counselor or parents.  Jerry would beat that twerp to a pulp if she asked
him to but even Jerry would ask why she wanted him to do it.  The young
beauty didn't have to see Googly Eyes on the bus home.  Mary Jane had
cheerleader practice after school and her mom drove her home after that.

   Each morning on the bus ride to school Mary Jane would experience the
same distressing feelings when she came under Googly Eyes' scrutiny.  After
the third day, a mere glance from this boy was enough to insure that this
attractive teen would have an uncomfortable ride to school.

   The final straw came just yesterday.  Mary Jane had actually made it to
her seat without any weird feelings.  She felt that the curse had been
broken.  Googly Eyes was just another boy she could safely ignore.  Her
relief was short-lived when she was suddenly doubled over with a massive
orgasm.  Mary Jane had never before experienced such pleasure in all her
previously self-induced orgasms.  But instead of feeling joyous, she felt
humiliated.  The pretty coed looked toward her tormentor with tears in her
eyes.  He was looking her way.  The strange boy smiled and winked at his
victim before looking away.  Mary Jane finally decided she would have to
confront Googly Eyes in person and ask him very nicely to quit whatever it
was he was doing to her.

   The bus finally arrived.  This was it.  Mary Jane took a deep breath and
climbed aboard the bus.  At first she didn't see him.  He wasn't in his
usual seat.  Mary Jane finally spotted him all alone in the very back seat
of the bus.  He wasn't even looking her way.  Had he lost interest in her?
That would be a blessing.  Still, Mary Jane had made up her mind to follow
through on her plan.

   There was a pep rally scheduled for that day so Mary Jane was dressed in
her cheerleader uniform.  It consisted of a tight-fitting long sleeved
sweater emblazoned with the school colors and logo.  There was also a brief
skirt that barely covered a pair of bright red panties.  Of course when she
started her routine her panties were fully exposed but that was part of the
fun of cheerleading.  Exposing her panties to the public eye in any other
way would be a breach of modesty but this way was perfectly acceptable. 
The squad had wanted to get outfits that exposed their midriffs but the
principal vetoed that idea.  He was such a fuddy duddy thought Mary Jane.

   Mary Jane initially thought she would just go up to the boy, have her
say and then leave.  She decided it would be impolite.  Her mother had
always taught her that it was important to remain a lady no matter what the
provocation.  The nervous teenager sat down beside the boy and adjusted her
skirt.  There wasn't much to adjust.  The short uniform skirt didn't even
cover her upper thighs properly when she was sitting down.  Maybe this
wasn't such a great day to stage a confrontation thought Mary Jane.  She
faced straight ahead and tried to think of a way to make her approach. 
Mary Jane wasn't thinking very long before she felt something on her thigh
that caused her to look down.  It was the boy's hand!  She grabbed his hand
to move it away but her hand remained frozen on his.  An outraged
expression formed on the pretty coed's face.  Darn him!  thought Mary Jane.
She turned to yell at him and saw his eyes.  She hadn't been this close to
them before.  Oh, no!  They were making her feel oogly googly again.  Mary
Jane lurched as if she were trying to keep from falling.

   "Are you all right, Mary Jane?"

   She shook her head.  "How did you know my name?" He'd probably been
checking up on her.

   "Your name's stitched on your uniform."

   How silly of me she thought.  "Um, I'm not feeling so good.  I'm going
to sit somewhere else."

   "No, Mary Jane.  You're going to sit here quietly and answer some
questions I have for you.  My name's Joey.  If you have any questions after
I'm through asking mine I'll be glad to answer them."

   Mary Jane nodded her head.  Joey's hand caressed her thigh
proprietarily.

   "Are you a virgin?"

   "Yes."

   "Are you on the Pill?"

   "No." Why was he asking these personal questions and why was she
answering them?

   "I don't like using condoms.  You might get pregnant."

   "Um, I don't think I want to get pregnant until I'm married." Mary Jane
wanted to scream, jump up and run away.  She couldn't do any of that.

   "Well, we'll have to work around that.  Do you have any questions for
me?"

   Jeez!  She had a thousand questions.  "How are you doing this?"

   "Let's just say I have the power to control minds.  I'm not really sure
how I acquired the power but I've more than made up for my lack of good
looks."

   "You're not so bad," said Mary Jane, suddenly being maternal.  It wasn't
right when people were negative about themselves.  "I have some cream at
home that'll help clear up your skin.  My little brother uses it.  And I
can recommend a hairdresser that does wonders with men's hair.  My
boyfriend uses her.  Change your clothing and frame style and you'd look
great." Mary Jane blushed.  "I'm sorry.  I'm supposed to be asking you
questions, not giving you fashion advice."

   "That's all right," said Joey.  He was blushing himself.  Joey wasn't
used to someone acting like she cared about him.

   "I guess my next question is; Why me?"

   "I'm not sure.  Here I have all this power.  I can make any woman, any
numbers of women in the world fall in love with me and I chose you.  I fell
in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.

   "For someone who says he loves me, you haven't been very nice to me for
the past few weeks." Mary Jane looked down at Joey's hand on her thigh. 
Joey took his hand away quickly, clearly embarrassed.

   "I'm sorry," said Joey.  "The power is relatively recent.  Abuse of
power is a human frailty and I'm only human.  I'm learning to control my
power now.  I never meant to harm you."

   "Well, you must not be all powerful," Mary Jane responded, "because I'm
not in love with you."

   "I haven't changed you yet."

   Mary Jane began to panic.  She didn't want to be turned into a love
zombie.  There was a movie about girls being turned into love zombies that
her little brother rented last year and it was still giving her nightmares.
"Please, Joey.  Don't change me," she begged.  "Love has to be given
willingly.  It's wrong to make a person love you.  I admit it.  I wouldn't
have given you a chance with me normally but perhaps I could learn to love
you.  Perhaps you could earn my love."

   "You could learn to love me?"

   "I-I think so.  But love has to come slowly and naturally.  Oh, I'm so
confused," Mary Jane complained.  "What do I tell my boyfriend?  How will
my family and friends take to you?"

   "We'll work on it," Joey assured her.  He liked Mary Jane's ideas.  He
didn't want a Stepford Wife.  At the same time he was unwilling to leave
too much to chance.  Joey was already planning an amicable breakup between
Mary Jane and her boyfriend.  Maybe he'd find him a nice girl right away.
Someone that would make him forget Mary Jane.  Joey would also start
sending subtle 'like me' signals to Mary Jane's family and friends.  All's
fair in love and war, thought Joey.  A few 'love me' signals sent to Mary
Jane would not be out of order.

   "I just want to make sure you haven't hypnotized me or something," said
Mary Jane.  "Can I test you and your powers?"

   "Sure," said Joey.  "I'll see what I can do."

   "Well, the cheer squad has wanted to get these cute little tops that let
us show off our midriffs and the principal has absolutely refused to
consider it.  Could you talk to him?"

   "I'll talk to him as soon as we get to school.  The squad will have his
okay by this afternoon," Joey assured the girl he loved.  He smiled.  Most
people would have asked for the world right off.  Her tiny little request
made him love her even more.

   Gosh!  If he can accomplish that Joey must be really powerful thought
Mary Jane.  She looked at Joey adoringly.  Maybe she was falling in love
with him already.  She started feeling oogly googly again but this time it
was the good type.

   ------ The End ------