She looked up into his dark eyes. He was definitely younger than she was, but not by as much as she’d first thought. Bewilderment dominated his emotions, but arousal and lust were quickly catching up the difference. She grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the men’s room, past a startled and then amused man peeing at one of the urinals, and into the larger stall, his back again to the wall.

  Violet bit her lip in what seemed like a seductive manner as she pressed her open palm against the bulge in his pants. It felt good to put pressure on it, but she needed more. She pulled down his zipper as he put a hand on the side of her head. The brush of his palm against her ear made her moan softly, causing a momentary spike in surprise. She undid his belt and he spread his legs slightly to keep his pants from falling all the way to the floor.

  He was long. Violet wrapped her fingers around him as she looked up to meet his eyes again. The brief burst of shock she felt as she did made her wonder if her eyes were doing something weird again, but he didn’t move and she decided that meant she was allowed to continue.

  Her first instinct as she drew him into her mouth was to continue the motion with her tongue, but she caught herself before going more than a few inches, slowly drawing her tongue back with a bit of added pressure. She continued that retreating motion using her mouth as well, pulling back to the tip and looking up at him again as her lips slid off of him to end in a kiss.

  He was thrilled, waiting expectantly for her to do it again. Violet had always felt like she was pretty good at this sort of thing, no matter what anatomy she was going down on. She always built a map of her partners’ sensitivities in her mind, using their reactions to light, firm, wet, and dry touch to construct her own empathetic version of their experiences. She’d then imagine what would feel good next for her if she were them, careful not to overstimulate before they were ready or desensitize the best spots before their climax. It was even an experience she enjoyed, deriving her own echos of physical pleasure from the sensations she imagined, amplified by her partners’ reactions.

  With her new ability, Violet no longer needed to imagine, and there was so much more detail to work with. Every sensation was real and also hers, and she no longer needed to make assumptions she could later second guess. Her current partner, the pretty, tall boy whose long cock she held pressed against her lips, had specifically loved the back of her tongue moving across the tip of his cock. She knew how much pressure was too much, what speed would be overstimulating, and which combination would push him to cum in her mouth the fastest. She would push him nearly to that point, then hold him there just for a little bit to make the end that much better, and she would enjoy the process as much as he did. The anticipation filled her with excitement as well.

  A few minutes later, Violet decided it was time to bring him over the edge. She closed her eyes. There was no need to startle him even more, assuming her eyes turned black and started glowing again. Bracing for the wave of pleasure that was about to wash over her, Violet focused on that thread of bliss she’d felt from her last few shared orgasms with Meryl. She needed it, more than anything in that moment, and she was going to savor as much as she could get. It was unlikely she’d be able to keep him in here for the next few hours, after all.

  A sharp pulse of pleasure exploded between her legs as the back of her throat was bathed in heat. The heat tingled wonderfully, radiating out into the rest of her face and down into her body. Another pulse, again in both her throat and between her legs, then another, the hot, tingling pleasure filling her more and more with each pulse. Indescribable bliss and satisfaction, surpassed only by Meryl’s emotional, full body orgasms accompanying a very similar sensation. Violet moaned, probably much too loudly but she didn’t care.

  She released him from her mouth, swallowed a few times, and wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then she turned, finally opening her eyes as she rushed out of the bathroom. Behind her she could feel him rushing to pull up his pants.

  She felt different. Good, wonderful even, and awful. The now-familiar orgasm high was definitely a part of it, but besides that she felt incredibly sober, and her thoughts raced with new clarity.

  What the fuck did I just do… Fuck, I need to get out of here.

  She tried to avoid looking at anyone as she made her way back to the booth to pull her coat and purse from the pile they’d made as hidden as possible on the seat. One of her friends was probably going to notice her as they kept an eye on their things, and they’d of course be upset if she didn’t say goodbye. They’d probably be worried with her rushing out, but how was she supposed to get through that interaction without them seeing her eyes? What would she tell them when they asked why?

  Dammit, why couldn’t I just control myself…

  Coat, purse, and clothing bag in hand, Violet rushed out of the club and onto the dark, chilly street, avoiding looking in the direction of the bouncer or the line of people waiting to get in. Cold wind pulled at her white hair as she walked. She would text her friends and apologize once she was on the bus.

  “Vi!” Kate’s worried voice called behind her.