Part 17 - A New Skill
 

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Plot Synopsis Up To This Point:

Four female post-graduate students in New Mexico (Vicky, Tammy, Louisa and Kim) are living depressing lives fraught with personal and professional failures.  

One day, driving through the lonely new Mexico desert, they are commandeered by aliens.  Turns out, the aliens would like to come back one day and mine the our earthly sphere until it's Swiss cheese.  But in the meantime, they need a little help mapping the earth's geology.  And who better to help with that than a handful of local females, recruited involuntarily and then souped up with some supernatural abilities?

No one knows when the aliens are going to come back, if they ever do.  And that gives the girls plenty of opportunity to explore the supernatural abilities the aliens have given them.  In case you've never been superhuman, it involves not only absurd strength, but also being absurdly attractive, with the sexual appetite to match.  It means that whichever guy you choose to sleep with somehow finds reserves of virility and endurance that he never previously had.  It means being able to talk to your girlfriends through mental telekinesis-- no more charging those cell phones.

As we leave off Part 16, the girls have just discovered that they can also store a city’s worth of electricity inside their bodies, and release it back out at will.  At first, this discovery lead mostly to experiments in blowing shit up.  But as we close Part 16, Tammy has learned that she can use this power to fly.

Disclaimer: This is a work of pure fiction.  It is intended for adult audiences only.  No semblance between the characters described here and real individuals -- living or dead -- is implied or intended.

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The three remaining girls gawked skyward, searching for Tammy in the grey ceiling of clouds above.  They didn't have to wait long.  In just a few moments, there was a blond streak visible above, followed by a rush of air and a thud.  Tammy was soon standing next to them.

"What the hell happened to you?"  Louisa asked.

"I went exploring," Tammy's delightful baby blues glanced skyward.  "Up there."

"Is that safe?"  Louisa prodded.

"How did you control it?"  Kim gushed.

Tammy was about to reply, but was cut off by Vicky's laughter.  "Why do you guys always doubt yourselves?  Let's go up and have fun.  It's not like you're going to get hurt.  Believe me, you are very well designed."  With that, there was another WHOOSH, and Vicky was gone.

"I don't know," Kim hesitated.  "I've always been afraid of heights."

"Nonsense.  You were the one you suggested leaving the basketball gym by the roof."  Tammy put a steady, reassuring hand on Kim's arm, and another on Louisa's arm as well.  "Besides, there's only one way to learn," she asserted.

Kim shook her head.  "The gym roof was 40 feet in the air.  This is different.  You can't ask me to do something I'm not read--"

The rest of her words were lost in the howling air.  Tammy's grip on each of their arms was firm -- easily a hundred times more than would be needed to crush a normal arm.  She was rocketing skyward again, her friends with her.

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Kim's scream on the way up was nothing compared to her scream on the way down, after Tammy had ruthlessly dropped her from high above the clouds.  Her fear of heights was nearly paralyzing.  But there was a more reasoned fear as well: since her transformation, she had never experienced pain or injury, but colliding with the ground after a 10,000-foot fall could be another matter entirely.

Kim tried to ease the thumping of her heart.  This flying experiment could be the death of her.  But she had done other things recently that could have killed her-- and they didn't.  "Breathe, girl," she told herself, even as she hurtled downward through the cloud layer, the Florida coastline coming into view.

Slowly, her heart thumped a little bit slower.  Slowly, despite the howl of the air around her, she collected her wits.

As the ground approached with ever quickening speed., Kim thought back to the way her friend had pushed the sand around the beach.  "Pushing, that's the key," she whispered to herself.  Push off the ground.  

She desperately applied her energy in this way.  She had hoped to simply slow her descent, but to her surprise, the effect of her effort was much greater.  She was soon hurtling skyward at an even greater rate than before.    "You can handle this," Kim reassured herself.  "Control it."  

And control it Kim did.

Before long, Kim was doing graceful turns and loops above the clouds.  Her breathing had calmed.  Her heart had stopped pounding.  And the majesty of the experience was beginning to set in.  The clouds formed a remarkable landscape -- enormous, fanciful wisps and whorls of white puffiness.  Kim went exploring in and out of them.  She looped over the clouds, under them, and the circled into their crevasses-- like a high-speed scuba diver exploring an oversized reef.

It was quiet up here.  And colder.  The clouds were sometimes moister than the open air, and left whispers of dew on her cheeks as she flew.

Her super-sensitive ears detected a distant rumble, and Kim stopped short.  Her mesmerizing almond-colored eyes scanned the skies in a way no human eye or device could, processing tens of thousands of images at a level of detail barely achievable to the best astronomical telescopes.  If there was anything in this vast expanse -- even as small as a sparrow -- she would see it.  

It took her only a moment to find the object in question -- perhaps one hundredth this size of a period on a printed page, but to Kim it may as well have been floating directly in front of her.

She "pushed" on the air behind her and soon found herself rocketing toward the fighter jet.  Moments later, the form of another flying woman also appeared.  Vicky had joined her, and the two soon fell in behind the jet.

{{Look, he's accelerating}} Vicky noted, as the fiery holes at the back of the jet burned much brighter.  The girls re-closed the gap.

{{Still, he's not going that fast, is he?}} Kim asked.

{{I don't think so.  It feels pretty slow to me.}} Vicky replied.  The plane had banked hard to the left, and then hard to the right.  {{Is he trying to get away from us?}}

{{If he is}} Kim giggled {{He's doing a pretty lame job.  Follow me!}}

As the jet desperately swung left and right, Kim accelerated to a blur and looped around it, doing laps around the object as if it was standing still.  Vicky, too, joined in the game, mocking the jet's slowness with her own blistering speed.  When the jet flipped over and dove, Vicky and Kim effortlessly stayed with it.

The plane leveled out, dove, leveled out again, climbed, leveled out again.  Vicky and Kim continued their effortless mockery, doing tight laps around the plane even as it swung through its own turns.

{{This is getting dull}} Kim announced.  {{I'm going to go talk to him and see what he's doing.}}

Kim flew up to the jet, close enough that she could touch the top of the fuselage.  With infinite dexterity, she righted herself and descended on the plane, straddling the fuselage behind the cockpit, like a cowgirl jumping on a horse.  

The devastatingly beautiful woman knocked on the cockpit canopy, waving at the stunned pilot as he turned around.  Her bikini top had long since been blown off, and Kim giggled to see his eyes take an involuntary trip across her torso.  Even at a time like this, Kim thought, men can't control their dicks.  Although, as she gazed down over the proud, immense globes that comprised her bustline, she found it hard to blame him.  If only he know how much power these puppies really packed.

Kim motioned a thumbs up to him, asking him to open the canopy glass.  He did not.

Unfazed, she compressed her riveting thighs by a few inches, and the fuselage responded with a "crunch" as it was partially crushed by her remorseless muscles.  Then, Kim applied her flight abilities in new directions, pushing the space ahead of her to slow the plane down, pushing the space below her to keep them aloft.  Behind her, the jets of the plane roared angrily.  Massaging one breast slightly, she felt an immense upwelling of power.  The roaring, blistering force of the jets was puny compared to what she knew she was now summoning.

Soon, Kim had ground the plane to a complete halt, the object suspended in the air, stationary.  The jets of the plane continued to roar away, in a futile effort to produce forward motion.  Geez, she thought, running a hand through her hair, I am one fucking powerful chick.

A bang went off in front of her, and Kim snapped back from her reverie to see that the cockpit canopy had blown open, and the pilot chair was shooting out.  Was he trying to eject?  

To a normal person, the ejecting pilot would have been gone in the blink of an eye, but Kim's reflexes were far beyond normal.  Her arm shot out in a blur.  The rockets on the chair had thousands of pounds of thrust.  Which of course, to Kim, was nothing. She instantly arrested the chair's ascent.

Kim tore away the belts and straps that held the pilot in place.  Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held him close, letting the chair fall away.  She then released the jet from between her legs.  It spiraled off into the distance.  Then, she popped his helmet off, only belatedly realizing that the lack of oxygen could kill him if they were at the wrong altitude.  Luckily, he did not gasp for breath.

Which was nice, because he was definitely a cutie.

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"Hi stud," the woman said.  Her face was breathtaking, noted the involuntary part of Roberto's brain.  The voluntary part, meanwhile, was consumed with contemplating the fact that he was about to die.  That is after all, what happens when people lose their jet, and also their parachute, and wind up suspended in mid-air with a woman who also has neither.

"Whaaaaaaaa...." Roberto's voice produced desperately.

Kim offered up a sheepish grin. "I know, I know, kinda weird that we're flying.  It's actually really new to me too."

"Uhhhhhhhhh...."

"OK, so maybe that wasn't reassuring.  Look, stud, I don't let cute guys go to waste needlessly.  So you've got a pretty good chance of living through this.  Just answer me a few questions and I'll get you back on the ground and tucked safely into bed in no time."

He could feel her immense mammaries and rock hard body pressing up against him.  His arms, wrapped pleadingly around her, also felt how toned and fit this woman was.  Involuntarily, his mind delighted at the thought that he might be able to experience her under more, well, terrestrial circumstances.

"Question number one.  Were you trying to get away from me?"

"Uhhhhhhhhh...."

She puckered her mouth into a pout that would make any male groin happily salute.  "He's cute, but needs to answer questions to live."

"Yyyyyyyeesss," he stammered.  "You showed up on my radar like a missle."

"And were you flying as fast as you possibly could?"

"Yes.  Mach 3.  That's like 2,000 miles per hour."

"Really," she giggled.  "God, that felt like nothing.  I feel like I could go so, so, so much faster.  Are you sure that's all you can do in that thing?"

"Yes."

"And what was all the side-to-side and up-and-down?  Were you turning hard to shake me off?"

"Yes.  If I turned any harder, I would have blacked out."

"Really?  Your fighter jet is so slow!  I was doing loops around you like you were standing still!"

"That's not possible," Roberto protested.

"And this is?"  Kim asked, waving one arm around.

He was silent in reply, grabbing her remaining arm like a lifeline.

She turned her devastating smile back to him.  "I've got three totally hot friends too.  Wanna have some fun?"

"If it not too much to ask, I just want to get to the ground... alive," Robert responded, confused.

"I'll do you one better-- how about a cruise ship?"

"Anything, please."

"Oh my god, you're a man in uniform and you're begging me.  You are so cute!"  She pecked him on the cheek.

His mouth didn't find the words reply, but his cock did the speaking for him.

He felt an acute, almost painful pressure on his chest.  Looking down he realized that it was her nipples hardening and bearing into him remorselessly, like steel.  

"Come on, you'll like the cruise ship.  There will be an all-you-can-eat buffet tonight," she purred.  "And they also have food."