Message-ID: <19576eli$9902020429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 18 ( c/d) - By Rass Senip - **NEW** Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: rass_senip@usa.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36d92bd2.25088858@newsreader.wustl.edu> Tim, the Teenage MC By: Rass Senip (rass_senip@usa.net) Home Page: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Rass_Senip/www/ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ >This posting contains: Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 5 - Teacher's Day Off (mf) Part 6 - Her First Day Out (mc oral) Part 7 - Birthday surprises (no sex) >The next posting contains: Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 8 - Final in Telepath 101 (foreplay) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 5 - Teacher's Day Off (mf) "So, what'ch ya wanna do today?" Joey asked with a grin when I answer the front door. "Shit, I don't know. I figured you'd have made a list as long as your arm, so I really haven't thought about it." I said as he came in and I closed the door. "I take it having sex with a pair of triplets I met last week would be out of the question?" "Yeah, you can pretty much cross out any kind of sex out for me." "Well, that just about crosses off everything on my list," he sighed, plopping down on the couch in the family room. "Where is the celibate red head anyway?" "She's in her room playing zombie," I said as I sat down in the chair facing him. "Really? So have you... Checked to see if she's really a red head yet?" "I didn't have to do anything sneaky like you're suggesting. When I came home from school Friday, Jennifer and my mom were playing cards in the buff." "Whoa... I bet you were surprised." "Yeah, you can say that again." "So... How is your mom? I haven't seen her since... Shit, before Christmas I think." "She's doing okay. I don't see her that much anymore myself, but I spent last Sunday with her and Richie, so we had some bonding time then. How's your mom and dad doing?" "They're all right. You know that job my dad got about a year ago? Well, he still has it. We keep joking he's broken a record... Uhm... Dad's been talking about moving." "Moving? What, to a bigger house?" "No... To someplace closer to Central State. They figure since Sarah lives there and I'll be going to school there... They just don't really have much to tie them down here." "Well, you can't blame them, can you?" "No... It's just... I don't know. It's hard to think of anyplace being home but the house we're in now. You know what I mean?" "Yeah... I sometimes dream I'm still living in my old house. I even miss it sometimes. But you'll get over it Joey. It's not the house, really. It's the people who live in it, and the things you did there with them. The house isn't alive. It didn't do anything that any other house couldn't have done just as well." "I know... But... Well, if my folks don't live around here..." "You can always stay here, you know. Nobody can blame you for wanting to come visit me and Suzi once in a while. Oh, did Suzi ever decide where she's gonna go?" "Yeah. Her dad didn't like it, but she's gonna go to Central State with me. He was really pissed when he found out she didn't want to go to Barnhoff College. I can understand why though. I mean he's worked there for fifteen years... So where are you going to go? I keep asking you and you never say." "That's because I don't know what I want to do yet," I admitted. "I know what you mean," Joey said, stretching out on the couch. "I can't decide if I want to go into engineering like my dad, or medical school like Sarah. Suzi wants to be social worker. Can you believe that? A social worker!" Joey laughed. "So?" "So!? I don't want to marry a social worker. She'll be telling me... Oh shit. I'm sorry, Tim." "Huh? Why?" "Well... I mean," Joey said as he had one of his famous body blushes. "I haven't like asked her or anything." "Asked her what?" "If she'd marry me," he said slowly while watching me carefully. "Have you even talked to her about it?" "I've tried, but she always looks at me like I'm crazy for mentioning it. I get the feeling she's scared of hurting you as much as anything, and to tell you the truth, so am I." "Why? No offense Joey, but I don't want to marry Suzi, or you for that matter. Sure, I might be upset if you two do tie the knot, but not as upset if I found out you two didn't because you were worried about me. Shit Joey. How long have I been saying I knew you two were meant for each other? Three years?" "Something like that," Joey admitted sadly. "Timmy, tell me the truth. Have you ever seriously considered... the three of us..." "What, getting married?" I laughed. Then I got serious and said, "Yeah, I guess at one time I did, but not any more. Come on, Joey. Don't get all glum on me. We're supposed to have fun, not sit around getting depressed. Hey, I know what will cheer you up. How about a little mud wrestling?" "Yeah, okay," he said, trying to smile convincingly. "But this time can we do it right?" "You mean without the suits? Yeah, okay. Jennifer told me to have fun, so I'll have fun." We went down to the gym, and after mixing up the instant mud, we stripped, and I found Joey's cock at full mast staring at me with its single eye. "Shit, Joey," I said, feeling a bit unsettled from his severe erection. "Hey, can I help it if my cock likes to play in the mud?" "You know that it isn't just the mud it likes," I said warily. "What's the matter, Tim? You afraid of Joey's big bad fuck stick all of a sudden?" "Depends on what big bad Joey intends to do with it." "Look, you've made it perfectly clear you don't to have any sex today, so just cool it, okay? I'm not going fuck you, so relax and get your ass in the mud." He kept his word, even though he stretched it a couple of times by purposely slipping his cock between my ass cheeks and once even touched his cock's tip to my rose. Physically I wasn't much of a match for Joey any more, for he weighed had at least sixty pounds more than I did, and all of that was in pure fatless muscle. He also was a good four inches taller than me, but despite all these advantages, I was quicker and slippier than he was, so over all we were fairly evenly matched. We wrestled until noon, then showered separately since by that time I had gotten a woody myself and knew neither would be able to control ourselves in the shower if we were both in there at the same time. I went first, then made us some sandwiches while he was showering, then we ate together in the nude feeling a little more comfortable about it after having survived all the temptations that the mud wrestling had provided. We went to the pool room and ate our lunches sitting in the lawn chairs next to a table. "So, if you haven't had sex in.. How long?" "Sixty three days" I sighed. "Shit! Two whole months!? Damn, Tim. I could have never lasted this long." "You would have if Suzi..." "No I wouldn't. I mean, I love Suzi and all, but I wouldn't have given up my fucks for her." "You might surprise yourself, Joey. After all, you gave up a life of having a town full of slaves mainly because of her." "Well, it wasn't just her, and who said I gave up having slaves?" "What do you mean by that?" I said somewhat suspiciously. "Don't start with that shit. You know how I feel about anyone telling me what I can or can't do with my own abilities." "Yeah, but the way you said it made it sound..." "And what if I did? Huh? Shit Tim. Your dad has slaves, your MOM has slaves, my sister has slaves... How come they all can have slaves and you don't care, but if I have them, well you just have to put..." "Okay, okay... Just promise me one thing. Let them have a life of their own to live. Don't make them your fuck and suck slave with no other life or purpose..." "Tim," Joey somberly said in a soft voice. "I thought you knew me better than that. I'd never do that. That was Steven, not me. To do that would be like... Well, it would be the same as killing them, and I couldn't do that, okay?" "I'm sorry, Joey. I guess after all you've been through... All we've been through, I'm just not sure about anything any more. For now on, I'll work it the same way as I do with my parents. I won't interfere in your affairs as long as you stay away from the people I care about. Deal?" "Deal." "Well, now that we cleared that up... So do you?" "What?" "Have slaves?" He looked at me with a calculating gaze, then said, "A few." "Thought so. Who?" "Nobody you know." "Does Suzi know?" "She knows that I have them, but doesn't know who or how many." "So how many do you have?" "Why do you want to know?" "Come on, Joey. Who else can you brag this kind of thing to?" "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yeah. Don't you trust me?" "I suppose..." "Well?" "Five." "Really? Wow. Five... Shit. Let's change the subject. I'm getting horny again." "You really are, aren't you?" Joey said with some relief. "I thought you might be leading me on to try and... Never mind. Okay. So what do you want to talk about?" The door bell rang, and Joey raised his eyebrow while I scanned to see who it was. "It's just Brad. I'll just let him know to come in." A few minutes later, Brad walked in saying, "Hey, what's.. Holy shit.." "What's up Brad?" Joey said smiling. "What? Can't two buddies lay around the pool naked?" "Uh.. Sure man.. whatever.." "Then get your buns out those clothes and grab a chair," I said, grinning. "Uh.. I'll pass, man.. I don't wanna.. uh.." "Chicken," Joey mocked.. "Braaakk! Brk brk Braaaaak!" I clucked. "Shit. If either one of you touch me, I'll... Shit, man..." We watched him blushing furiously as he pulled off his clothes, and while Joey just kind of looked on after having played his little joke, I assessed Brad's physical form and found he certainly did have a nice body... for a guy. "Shit," Brad muttered after plopping down in a chair. "Where's the pussy, man? I thought there would be some pussy here.." "Why? Sandi not giving you enough?" Joey teased. "Shit, man.. Don't get started." "Really?" I said, finding there was some truth to it. "Ever since I took that Michelle chick to the prom, Sandi's been playing hard to get. I haven't fucked her in over three days! I'm dyin', man." "Shit, Brad.. Tim here hasn't had sex for.. What was it? Sixty three days?" "Yeah.. Sixty three. Heh.. You know I just realized... Jennifer's birthday just happens to fall on the sixty ninth day.." "What ya gonna do, man? Give her a car?" "Yeah, whatcha got planned for her birthday. Like the whole school is wondering." "Well, with her breaking out and all, I really haven't.." "Her what?" Brad asked. "How about a soda or something, Brad?" I asked, seeing how both Joey and I were sipping on our drinks left over from lunch, he kind of looked a little... bare without one himself. "How about a real drink," Brad suggested. "Hmmm... You know, that doesn't sound bad," Joey said honestly. "Okay, but if either of you get drunk, you're staying the night, and don't blame me if Jennifer accidentally makes you... uhm.. never mind." "What?" Brad said as he and Joey got up and followed me to the wet bar. "You might as well tell him," Joey thought to me. "Yeah, I guess you're right," I said out loud. "Hey, man... You guys aren't... Playin' a joke on me, are ya?" "No Brad... So what do you want? Name your poison, gentlemen." "Beer," Brad simply said. "I'll take a.. brandy. On the rocks." "Eww.. mister sophisticated," Brad teased. "What are you gonna have, Tim?" Joey asked, ignoring Brad. "I wasn't actually going to have anything," I admitted, passing them their drinks. "Come on, man? What's the point if we don't all three have one." "Yeah... You chicken?" Joey teased. "BrrraK!" Brad croaked before coughing. "You guys can get wasted if you want to, Jennifer promised me a surprise tonight, and I'm not going to take any chances at screwing it up." "HAH! So she's got him right where she wants him," Joey teased. "Yeah, man.. He may be the one with powers, but she's the one with control." "For your information, Brad, Jennifer has the powers too, so don't be making fun of her or me, otherwise... You might just wind up being her play thing like last week at this time." "Shit. You mean..." "Yep." "You're joking.. He's joking, right?" Brad said to Joey. "Fraid not. Remember at the dance?" "Shit.. I knew something was up with that. Why didn't you tell me?" "Because she didn't want to be a telepath. Sorry, Brad. It was her choice, not mine. But now..." "Shit... Oh man... Shit... I'm gonna wind up being her little fuck toy, I know it.." "No you're not.." I said, frowning. "She's not like that. Besides, I won't let her, okay?" "Shit... Thanks man.. You're a real buddy.. Can I have a refill?" "Me too, I guess." The doorbell rang again, and when I found out who it was, I just stayed cool and told them to come in. "You know.." Joey started, "I really am starting to miss John... Good old John... We had so much fun doing... Uhm... Doing... What did we do that was fun, anyway?" "Talk about girls, probably," Suzi said from the door. "Well, well, well.. Looky here.. The three hottest guys in our school, all naked and... getting drunk by the looks of it." "Tim's not," Brad pointed out. "Mmmmm," Suzi said, taking a nice long look at Brad. "Brad, you look good enough to eat." "I know..." Brad said with a stupid grin on his face. "Shit, Brad," Joey said. "Two beers and you're already drunk." "I am not," Brad said, standing up straight, touching his nose repeatedly, then walking a straight line. "See?" "So, what's up, Suz?" I said, avoiding getting into it. "Oh, I got a letter from Eric yesterday, and thought you might want to read it." "You mean that fag kid?" Brad asked. "Heh.. Not any more," Joey said, giving Suzi a twinkling look. "What?" I said in a somewhat laughing cry. Suzi handed the envelope to me, and as soon as I read the first line, I had to exclaim, "Holy shit. Eric's in love with a girl!" "Whoa... They're not supposed to do that," Brad said, getting up and walking over to read over my shoulder. "What's the matter, Tim?" Suzi said when she saw me frown. "Candice. His girlfriend. I know her. Brad, you remember her. She and Eric danced a lot at my mom's and dad's wedding reception." "Yeah, man... I remember her. She wasn't much to look at though." "I met her too," Suzi revealed. "At your funeral. That was the only time Eric ever let go of my hand to.. Shit, I miss him." Joey walked over behind her and wrapped his big arms around her petite frame and gave her a kiss on the top of the head. She tilted her head sideways to lean it on his left arm, and the just stood there while I finished reading the letter. "It does sound like he really loves her.." I concluded at the end. "But?" Joey said, hearing it in my voice. "Well, the thing is, Candice... She was a telepath too, and she really liked Eric a lot, but part of that was because she knew I wouldn't let her mess with his head. But when I wasn't around... I can't help but wonder if she... You know... Made him love her." "Timmy, I'm not saying you're wrong, but..." Suzi began. "What Suz?" "Ever since your funeral, Eric has been miserable. Oh, he got better after a while, but when he moved... Well, this is the first letter he's written to me that he didn't sound like he wanted to die or something. I don't like the idea of someone using Eric any more than you do, but..." "I understand. Well, I doubt Candice will harm him any... How about we go see him this summer and find out what's really going on, and then we can decide what to do if Candice has tampered with him." "Hey, he didn't even mention you," Brad pointed out. "I know, Brad," I said without emotion. "Shit, Brad. Why don't you just stab him in the heart with a chainsaw," Joey growled. "It's okay, Joey. I don't feel the least bit upset," I said honestly. Suzi and Joey both looked a little concerned from that, so I smiled and said, "Hey, will you two stop worrying about me? I'm fine. Really. What, you want me to be miserable about something I can't help?" They didn't say anything, so I just folded up the letter and put it back in the envelope before handing back to Suzi with a "Thank you." "I feel like a little dip in the pool. Wanna join me Suzi?" Brad said with a charming smile. "I'd love to," Suzi said, stepping out of Joey's arms and starts to undress. "Shit," Joey said, rolling his eyes up. "I guess that means you're gonna wanna fuck him afterwards." "Are you saying I can't?" Suzi said with a surprisingly amount of hostility in her voice. "No!" Joey said crankily. "Shit, Suz. At least I don't go fucking other girls around you. First Eric, then Greg, then what's his name... The geek with the blue eyes..." "Jacob?" "No. Jacob? I don't remember a Jacob. I'm talkin' about the one you fucked in my back seat." "Toby." "Yeah.. Who's Jacob?" "Oh.. just someone I met at the mall," Suzi said off handedly as she posed for Brad who was all eyes and cock at the time. "Uhm, I'm going to go check on Jennifer," I said, seeing that they weren't going to make it into the pool." "Come on, Tim," Joey begged. "Don't leave me here while they do it." I ignored him, feeling rather confused and torn by all the emotions starting to run through me. All I could think about was getting back to Jennifer, desperately needing to refocus emotions on my love for her instead of the arousal and loyalties I felt for my friends. When I got to her room, I found her bed empty, and after checking the bathroom, I sent out a pulse to find her. By the time I reached the kitchen, I was starting to feel better already, but not as much as when I saw her face light up with unexpected pleasure from my mere presence. "Hi. You having fun?" she said, welcoming my hugging her while still sitting at the kitchen table. "I was," I admitted. "What's the matter? Did Joey try to kiss you?" she teased. "No... Brad came over around one, and Suzi got her a little while ago too. Everything was fine until Suzi decided she wanted to fuck Brad. I didn't want to see that, so I came to find you." "That's sweet," she said a bit off handedly. "By the way, I enjoyed watching you and Joey wrestle this morning. You two got me wet." I blinked at her admission, having never expected her to just blurt something like that out. I could feel she was distracted by something, but I couldn't tell without peeking, and I wasn't about to invade her privacy without her invitation. "How are things going for you?" I managed to ask. "Oh, they're going okay. I'm almost done, I think. I just have a few more streams to work out, and then I'll.." "Hold it. Explain what you mean by that." "By what?" she said, giving me her full attention for the first time since I walked into the kitchen. "A few more streams to work out? I though you were just... I don't know. Feeling out the symbols." "What? I did all that the first day!" "Then what have you been doing all this time?" "Oh, plenty. I'll tell you all about it tonight, but I'm just about finished eating my lunch, and then I want to get back to work. So could you just.. Go play with your friends for now?" "No. Not unless you want to see me go nuts with lust. I'll be... around... somewhere." I left her sitting there, her mind already thinking about other things while her eyes watched me leave. I knew she was just incredibly involved with the symbols and all, so I wasn't really hurt she hadn't taken me seriously. But I was feeling unsettled about it all, especially after I peeked in the pool room and found both Brad and Joey working on Suzi with their cocks. After having a slight hyperventilation attack, I decided the best thing for me to do was to go take a ride in Midge. Even though it was still February, it almost in the fifties which made it feel like spring outside. I spent nearly an hour up in the air buzzing around, and when I was coming back to the front of the mansion, I noticed Suzi's and Brad's cars were gone, but one of our limos had arrived. To find Joey sucking on _my_ breast, er, that is, my mom's right breast, surprisingly made me feel very calm and emotionless, and I watched as Joey drank his fill before mounting my mom and fuck her wildly. After they had both worn themselves out, they noticed me standing there with an emotionless expression on my face. Their own faces experienced a wide range of emotional contortions, and I just stood there and watched them until they both ended on guilt before saying, "Well, now that you have that out of your system, are you staying for dinner? It's nearly five o'clock." They exchanged looks of concern, so I added, "I'll just give you a few minutes to decide. I'll be in the kitchen," and left them there to start preparing the meal. "What you gonna have?" Joey asked a few minutes later as he entered the kitchen. "I was going to cook a roast, but I waited too long to start. So I'm going to fix spaghetti instead." "Hey..." he said, putting his hand on my back in a friendly comforting way. "Look, I'm... I'm sorry..." "You shouldn't be. So are you going to eat here? I need to know how much spaghetti to cook." Joey took hold of my shoulders and turned me towards him to look me in the eyes. He attempted to trigger one of those empathic connections, but I didn't have the.... empathy I guess to do it. "Shit," he said when he finally gave up. With eyes full of concern, he then said "Come on, Tim. You were doing so good." "You're being emotional, Joey. I'm fine. Now, could you please answer my question?" "Yes, I'll stay!" he burst out before letting me go and turning to walk out. "Shit... I can't believe I... Fuck!" A few minutes later, I felt my mother's mind gently touching mine. It was her way of asking my permission to probe me, and once I lowered my barriers to her, I ignored her scans while I fixed the salad and warmed the sauce in the microwave. I was a little surprised to find them both dressed when I announced dinner was ready, but as I had anticipated, they were both very quiet and sullen during our meal. "Tim, does Jennifer know about what happened last summer?" Joey asked after we had both taken a second helping. "No, not yet. I haven't told her about any of the unpleasant stuff yet. I will, though. Soon." "I think you better tell her about it tonight or she might flip out from the way you're acting," Joey said carefully. "And how am I acting?" I asked surprised. "Cold, honey," my mom inserted. "Just like when Joey first brought you home." "Perhaps with you two," I said honestly. "But with Jennifer it is different." I really hadn't intended on hurting their feelings like that, and I instantly apologized, but there was no... warmth in my voice which was precisely what there needed to be to comfort them. My mom tried to warm me up while we were cleaning up the dishes by giving me a hug, but I didn't feel anything from it and just passively accepted it without returning any of the love she was trying to express. After my mom failed, she announce she had to get going, and while I was perfectly aware that she was extremely upset as she left, I felt no motivation to comfort her, for I felt nothing emotionally at all. Joey stuck around a while longer trying to get me to joke around with him or something, but around seven o'clock he decided to go for broke. "Hey, do I have something in my eye right here?" I said suddenly while we were watching a movie in the study. "Where?" I asked, leaning forward to see. "Right here..." he said before pressing his lips against mine and attempting to embrace me with his kiss. A sort of blackness flowed through me, not an evil blackness, just a blackness. I didn't go numb, I didn't black out, I just didn't find his embrace or kiss pleasurable or stimulating in the least. I didn't resist him, yet I didn't aid him either. My eyes stayed open while his were shut, and as he attempted to push his tongue in my mouth, he suddenly felt as if he was kissing a lifeless mannequin and instantly withdrew. The hurt expression on his face only grew worse as I emotionlessly stared at him not knowing what to say or do. He finally got up without a word, but I did catch his slight sob as he left the study to go home. I didn't care. I had absolutely no feelings of compassion or tenderness within me at the time. In fact, I sat there watching the movie without feeling anything at all, not even bothering to stop the tape when it finished for the blank screen and later the screen of static was as interesting and entertaining as the movie had been. When ten o'clock came around, I finally got and shut the system down, used the potty, took a shower, then sat down on Jennifer's bed and waited for her to come back to life. Just sitting there watching her breathe did something to me. Slowly my feelings for her drifted back to me, and after a while I finally let my ridged posture relax before I laid down beside her and lovingly caressed the bangs of her red hair. I was half asleep when I heard her speak to me, and I instantly snapped to full alertness as she turned onto her side to face me. "Hi," she said softly while smiling sweetly to me. "Hi to you too," I said with love. "You been waiting long?" "Not long. I love you." "I love you too. Would you like to know what I've been doing now?" "Can we... Just... Hug for a few minutes first?" I said with emotion. "Sure we can... Why? What's wrong?" I didn't answer her for I began feeling a wall of emotion coming loose from within me somewhere that I needed to tie down before it buried whatever emotional stability I possessed. She didn't repeat her question once I reached around her and clung to her like a little child. I don't know how long I held onto her like that, but once I came to equilibrium, I let go and gave her a simple kiss on the lips. That night she shared with me what I consider even to this day as the most wonderful gift anyone has ever given me. Jennifer's understanding of the symbols and their streams went far beyond my own. I quickly realized that where I was gifted in what I considered to be the classical telepathic method, Jennifer was gifted in this new form of telepathy. That of the symbols and their streams. We were like two puzzle pieces, one filling the gap in the other's understanding, very aware that what the other offered was necessary to complete their own understanding, yet would be always partial to methods they had the natural gift to use. Jennifer's gift to me was to take me on a tour of her own mind, explaining everything to the tiniest details, and introducing me to concepts which I hadn't even guessed at before. There was just so much that I couldn't take it all in, and yet neither of us had any intention of stopping or slowing down, for it was the greatest bonding experience we could have imagined or felt. We finished our tour somewhere around four in the morning, and even though we were both exhausted, there was something else Jennifer wanted to do before going to sleep. Mud wresting at four in the morning wasn't exactly what I would call romantic, but we both enjoyed it immensely, even if we did have clothes on. She wouldn't let me shower with her, and I really tried every trick to get her to do it too. But Jennifer had made up her mind that it would be her birthday present, and I was bound by my love to honor her wish, and eventually went to my own room to lay in bed for two hours before having to get up and go to school. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 6 - Her First Day Out (mc oral) "Good morning. You look like you're happy to be going back to school." I said as she got in my car Tuesday morning. "You must have read my mind," she joked before kissing me on the lips. "How did it feel to sleep in your own bed last night?" I said as I waved to Lee and pulled out of her driveway. "Actually," she yawned, "I didn't get much sleep. Lee kept me up until two..." I waited patiently as she yawned again and then stretched, enjoying the glowing happiness she was emitting to my empathic senses. "And I think I've gotten too used to sleeping in a bigger bed. I was almost afraid to move in my little twin bed." "Sounds like you'll be getting a bigger bed for your birthday," I teased. "Don't do that!" she laughed. "Is that perfume?" I said, suddenly getting a whiff of something flowery and sweet. "Do you like it? Lee got for me." "Usually I don't care for perfume, but in this case... It... It smells like roses..." "Uh huh... I thought you'd like it," she said proudly. We chattered back and forth the way to school, never mentioning anything about the symbols or telepathy or any of that. It was just her and I being two normal teens who happened to be in love. But when we entered the school and Jennifer saw all the symbols spinning around the countless minds in the hall, she stopped in her tracks and sighed, "Ewwww... Look at them all..." "Heh. I knew you'd get a kick out of it. Hey. I want to show you something. This is what Joey and I call a blanket command." I formed the blanket, then tossed it over the crowd, Jennifer giggling when everyone instantaneously jumped up once without noticing they and everyone else had done so. "That was really neat! The symbols... You had just enough for everyone, and they all reached everyone at the same time, even the people at the end of the hall... You have to show me that one later. It must have taken you a long time to figure that out." "Well, actually..." I began before noticing Higgs giving me a "That wasn't funny," look standing in the middle of the hall. "Uhm, Jennifer... like don't play around with anyone at school, okay? Higgs would really get pissed if you did, and I owe him a lot. All right?" She sighed, then noticed Higgs herself and quickly glanced away from him shyly. "Okay... I won't. But you said you'd show me stuff today..." "I will, but not during school, okay? Meet me upstairs after school. I know a few people who owe me a few favors that will agree to let us... Uhm... practice on them." "Really? Okay. I love you." I gave her the kiss and thought to her "I love you too." While technically I couldn't actually send her my thoughts like I did everyone else, her telepathic senses had matured enough to detect my attempt and automatically intercept it, ending up experiencing the same thing as everyone else, just with a little more work involved for her. Higgs let a small hint of a smile show through his principal mask of sternness, so when I reached his position I just said, "I did warn you before I did it." "I didn't expect everyone in the office to jump too," he said with a trace of humor as we began walking in the direction of my locker. "It was a good thing Joyce didn't have the coffee pot in her hand. She would have scalded herself for sure." "Lucky for her, huh..." I said amused. "So you did make her have that sneezing fit," he stated. As three people in different areas of the hallway started sneezing at the same time, I said, "Now what makes you think that?" He chuckled, but then got very serious and said, "I hope you don't let your feelings for her blind you when she reaches that point where she will need you to be firm with her. You do know she's going to abuse her powers at some point, and you're the only one who can... reprimand her." "You mean punish her," I said uncomfortably as I opened my locker. "No... You punish someone if they do something they know to be wrong. I don't believe Jennifer will know she's doing anything wrong when she does it, so I suppose the best word for it would be to correct her. Have her fix her mistake if possible, and make sure she understands that you will not tolerate that kind of abuse ever again. The most important thing you have to remember is to be firm. But not vindictive. That would be even worse than punishment." "Okay... I'll remember that." "Tim..." he said as he became filled with doubt. "I'm taking an awfully big risk here by allowing her back to school like this. It's almost a certainty that she'll do whatever she does here." I sighed, feeling the weight of the responsibility for Jennifer's future actions being set "firmly" on my shoulders. I shut my locker's door very carefully, allowing it to only make the slightest "clink" of the latch as I accepted the possibilities of what could lay ahead. Before Higgs had made me face them, I had simply acknowledged their existence without really taking them seriously. But when I turned around and looked up at him, he saw that I was looking at the whole picture without covering the less pleasant part with my thumb, and was satisfied by my nod of committal to do whatever had to be done. Despite my excitement for what I wanted to show Jennifer later that day, I couldn't help but feel a bit... Well, disappointed doesn't really describe it well enough, but it's the closest thing I can think of to what I felt. I had been looking forward to showing her my more elaborate uses of my abilities ever since... Well, heck. Even before I found out she was telepathic. And now that she could actually appreciate the true nature of what I would be showing her, having the responsibility of making sure she didn't use what I was showing in a bad way just kind of took some of the fun or pleasure out of it for me. The worse part of it was, Higgs doubts had produced a lurking doubt within me where there hadn't been any before. And this doubt didn't have anything to do with Jennifer directly. It was the worse kind of doubt, for self doubt poised the greatest danger of failing to "correct" Jennifer's mistakes if and when she made them. My mood lighten at lunchtime just because I was with her for a while, but even then I felt more conscious of how powerful Jennifer would be once she had gained all the knowledge I would be sharing with her in the weeks ahead. Suzi surprised me in fifth hour asking me if I and Jennifer could go to the basketball game with her on Friday. "I'll see if she wants to go, but why isn't Joey..." "He's busy..." she said in an aggravated voice. "Joey always has an excuse not to go. I'm the president of the student council and I have yet to see one single basketball game this year. You know how well they are doing." "Yeah. They haven't lost a game yet. Okay, Suz. I'm sure Jennifer will go, especially if I mention the fact nobody knows who the mascot is." "Do you know who it is?" she asked with interest. "Heh. Sorry Suz. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell. That's the best kept secret in the school, and I'm not about to let it out. Jennifer might though..." "Hmmph. Oh well. If Jennifer doesn't tell me either, I guess I could always ask Jo..." We both looked at each other with the same thought, then Suzi said, "You have to tell me if it is him." "Oh, I will. I promise." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Sorry I'm late," Jennifer said as she burst into the room on the third floor. "I wasn't paying atten..." She never finished her sentence since only the three girls I had recruited that day were currently in the room. "Where's Tim?" she asked them. They just sat there and smiled sweetly at her, then just as Jennifer tried to probe them, I touched her shoulder which made her jump a foot off the ground. "HOW did you sneak up on me!" she said, half amazed, half irritated. "You already depend on your abilities too much, sweetie," I said attempting to give her a wicked kiss. "Now now.." she said, pushing my face away playfully. "None of that while you're on duty, teach." I sighed discontentedly, then was happy to accept the simple kiss on the lips that caused a bit of a stir with the three freshmen sitting on the couch. Jennifer's eyes sparkled with energy knowing why they were whispering while we stood there enjoying the moment. I realized she had used her abilities to peek in the minds of her classmates and had found a great number of the girls in her classes were jealous of her. At first she had felt upset and threatened by the number of girls who would love to take her place, but then it sunk in. She accepted she was special, but not for the reasons I had given her all this time. She knew we shared something in common that none of those other girls possessed. Telepathy, and even more importantly to her, the sight for the symbols which she knew even most telepaths didn't have. "We were meant for each other, weren't we?" she thought to me. "I'd like to think so," I replied. "My love, please don't let it go to your head. Always remember what it was like before you could read the thoughts of others. Remember when I said I was proud of you?" "Yes. You said I always thought about others before myself." "Something like that, yes. Oh baby, it's so important that you never lose that. Everyone has the right to live their own lives, to be their own person. Not everyone believes in this, but I do, and I want you to too. It's like at the heart of my being, the thing that makes me who I am. Do you understand?" "Yes..." she thought to me before kissing me on the chest and giving me a hug. Once we both had recovered from our little private exchange, we got down to business. Jennifer absolutely amazed me with her talent concerning the symbols. You see, instead of showing her how to make people think or do things she wanted, I started out doing just the opposite, and that was how to undo that sort of thing. The idea basically came from the karate classes I never personally took. The first thing you learn is how to fall without hurting yourself, so I figured I best teach Jennifer how to take her falls by showing her how to undo anything she might accidentally do by mistake. This truly was where she had a clear advantage over me, however. I tried to explain how the commands felt inside a person's mind, and after patiently listening to my descriptions, she asked me to demonstrate it. When I altered one of the girls significantly by making her think she was a frog, Jennifer not only undid the frog commands, but the commands I had used to undo the damage Scott's eight grade history teacher had done. I was so shocked that I had her do it again, and learned that she could see or otherwise sense what the streams of a person's mind were supposed be in their natural unaltered state. Actually, she later clarified it to be more like smoothing out the streams to a more natural appearance, admitting she couldn't really know for sure what their original minds had been like and just made the streams of symbols flow in an order that seemed as natural as her own, knowing that she had never been altered herself. This clarification came out when I realized the three girls should have lost their intense desire for giving head if Jennifer had restored them to their pre-Underwood state of mind. I allowed Jennifer to take her shot at fixing one of the girl's fixation on giving blow jobs, and to my amazement and somewhat disturbance, she did so without leaving any trace of tampering. There were some side effects, however. The largest came to the fact that Jennifer hadn't affected their memory in the altering of their thought processes. If I hadn't felt one of the girls feeling disturbed about her blow job experiences, all three of them might of left there with a psychological time bomb ticking in their heads. So Jennifer did have quite a bit of learning to do, and I was glad to find her accepting the fact that manipulation of the symbol streams was not the absolute answer to every problem. Over the next three days, Jennifer's confidence and knowledge grew at a rate I never would have believed. Everything which I explained or described to her was in the terms of how I knew it best which boiled down to commands and sensations. Jennifer used these to guide her in learning how to do it from the symbols and their streams point of view, and while we differed on the implementation, Jennifer managed to work it so the resulting "footprint" as I called it was the same and easily detected and removed by myself or any other experienced telepath. I was very please with her and myself when she admitted that sensing for the commands other's had inserted into a person's minds was a better way to find and remove them rather than blindly "smoothing" the streams out by removing groups of symbols and inserting others that gave the stream a... well, smoother look. I admit I learned a considerable amount myself, for I had never grasped how important the placement of the symbols were in a stream, and how they affected other streams as well. Heck, I still don't fully understand it, and I've been studying them for nearly ten years now. Friday after school we met upstairs as usual, but this time instead of having some of Underwood's graduates from his cock sucking school, I had brought some of my dad's slaves in hopes of this being the best way to introduce her to my parents' activities. "Jennifer, I would like for you to meet Carol, Vicki, and Korben." "Hello," Jennifer said politely before looking up at me with a confused expression. "Honey, before you look in their heads, you should know that even though I would never do this sort of thing to anyone myself, I've had to accept that I can't force others to live by my rules, or see things the way I see them. If I did, I'd never get any peace, and there would be a good chance that I would be made like them at some point." "I don't understand," she said before gasping from her initial probes. I had to lead her over to the recliner after she had almost fallen over while becoming so absorbed in scanning Carol's mind that she wasn't paying attention to her body anymore. I felt her move on to Vicki's, then suddenly gasped again and then looked at me with an expression that told me she had found a memory that contained me. Her empty eyes filled with unshed tears as I watched her in deep concentration. I expected her to try and undo the deeply embedded enslavement commands at any moment, but she didn't and just moved on to Korben. Korben was actually one of my mom's, and he was the only one of her slaves who she had altered beyond what enslavement had called for. Korben was a convict who's three life time sentences without parole had made him a somewhat willing participant in an experimental program involving reconditioning war time vets with psychological problems to be more productive and receive more hospitable living conditions in return. The program was actually a front for one telepath's idea of reducing the number of innocent people being enslaved while at the same time reducing the number of prisoners that would otherwise simply rot in jail for the rest of their lives. The new and improved Korben had no memory of the training or the hell he lived through in Vietnam, and as far as he knew he had served my mother since the day before he had been shipped to boot camp at the age of eighteen. My mom had been pretty thorough in constructing fifteen years of memories, but yet Korben didn't act natural, slave or no slave. Oh, there were some physical factors such as the damage done from fifteen years of smoking a number of different drugs and the time he had been shot in the head in Nam, but these were simply challenges to overcome for an experienced telepath, for the most important aspect to enslavement was what you used as the primary motivator. Okay, so you can turn them into zombies, or robots, or simpletons who just don't know any better. But doing that removes their creativity and a significant portion of their humanity, so most people prefer slaves who are more or less themselves except driven to obey and serve by some motivator instilled by the enslavor. Korben had all the classical motivators, plus some of the more exotic ones, and I had even developed one of those myself when I realized he was miserable and needed help. Pleasure, pain, love, hate, those were the favorites, and ninety nine percent of the people out there who have been enslaved by a telepath are motivated by one or a combination of these four. The problem with Korben was his life had sucked so bad that the four primary motivators simply didn't really work very well, and even my jury rigged fantasy dreamstate which gave him seven hours a day of living a life of his liking didn't drive him to serve his functions, so for the most part he was one of those robot zombies. Anyway, his mind was so deformed from his life and the changes made by who knows how many telepaths that he simply was unable to function without someone else's direction or running the risk he would go berserk and kill anyone he could get his hands on. But while I was selecting the slaves to show Jennifer the night before, I recognized what Jennifer would have called juttiness in Korben's streams of symbols. I hoped that Jennifer could fix him, and as she examined the terribly malformed streams of symbols seemingly clunking about his head, I felt her compassion surge and knew she had decided that she would fix him whether I wished her to or not. As I felt her return her focus to her regular senses, I smiled and stroked the side of her face before seeing she wasn't sure she like that right then or not. "Why?" she simply asked a bit shakily once I had removed my hand from her face. "You'll have to be a little more..." "Why are you showing me how... Horrible your family is!" she said, getting upset. "Because you would have to see it sooner or later, and I felt it was..." "How could anyone... That one.. Carol. She knows nothing but.. but... sex! How could anyone be so cruel, so heartless.." "I know, Jennifer. Please calm down and listen to me?" "No! I trusted you! I believed in you! But... You had SEX with her! Both of them! You've used them like they were your... your... things!" She was losing it, I was certain of it, and I couldn't let her lose it completely if I was going to keep her faith in what I was teaching her. So I grabbed her by the sides of her face and forced her to look at me, then flooded her with my feelings once the empathic connection formed. Jennifer was terrified for a moment, for I had never forced myself on her in any way before. But as her emotions began to echo my own, I gently let up on the intensity until I no longer was flooding her with my desperate need for her to understand. Once we reached that point, she slowly brought her hands up to mine, then found the energy to swiftly break my hold on her head. "I'm sorry I had to do that, baby," I said sincerely. "I didn't see any other way of keeping you from..." "I can't believe you did that," she said softly yet firmly. "No one has ever..." "Jennifer, please look at me and listen to what I'm saying?" "Why should I?" she said, purposely avoiding my eyes. "You'll just do that thing again to me..." "Jennifer, have I ever lied to you? Have I ever harmed you, or broke my word to you? Well? Have I?" "No..." she said pitifully. "Then trust me and look at me now. I'm not doing this to hurt you, but to show you why I have allowed and lived with slaves like these three. Yes, I'm going to use my empathic abilities again, but Jennifer? It's the most honest and harmless way I know to show you." Slowly she turned around, and when she finally did make eye contact with me, all I did was smile and waited. She relaxed and eventually smiled back a little, then turned her head to her left as she pressed herself against me, laying her head against my chest and waited for my arms to wrap around her before letting out a sigh of relief. "You ready?" I said after gently rocking us back and forth for a bit. "I think I already understand," she said, moving her arms to wrap around my back. "Huh? What do you understand?" "Well, I was just thinking that if my mom and dad had slaves, I wouldn't or couldn't tell them that they couldn't have them. I mean, they're your mom and dad... But why did you have sex with them? That's what I'm not understanding." "Look in Carol's mind and tell me what it is she want's most this very instant." "She wants to... Oh. But Tim, you could easily make her like watching TV just as much..." "Okay, now tell me what she is proud of the most, what are her expertise in, and what is she the most qualified for being?" She did so, but all I got out of her was a sigh and, "You still didn't have to have sex with her." "All right, Jennifer," I sighed. "You want me to say it, I'll say it. I had sex with her because I wanted to, and I was really aroused by the idea. If you want to blame me for something, blame me for enjoying having sex with my father's sex slave. But baby, I didn't make her that way." "I know... I guess I just... Need some time to get used to it." We stood there hugging each other, rubbing each other's backs, and generally trying to comfort ourselves and each other over the bad things she felt about all of this. After ten minutes of hugging like that, I took her home, then picked her and then Suzi up two hours later to go to the basketball game. Because of their current winning streak, the game was very crowded. Jennifer was having trouble keeping all those minds and streams of symbols from distracting her as we climbed up the bleachers and stepped over people's feet to get to some decent seats. "I wonder where the mascot is," Suzi said loud enough to be heard over the crowd. "Want me to find him?" I asked. "No.. Let's just see if we can tell before you find out for sure." "Okay," I said before turning to the dazed looking Jennifer and saying, "You doing okay?" "Yes..." she said distantly. "You know, you look like a drug addict high on something..." "I do?" she said with the same distant voice as before. "Yeah. Look through my eyes and see." "How?" she thought to me. "Oh, uhm, just... Shit, I guess you can't." "No, I can... Wow. I do look like I'm on something... This is weird.." "How are you doing that without redirecting the signals from my eyes to your mind?" "I'm just reading the images from your mind, that's all.." "Oh... Heh. I should have thought of that." "Tim! Here comes the mascot!" Suzi interrupted. "Hmmm.. Is it me, or has Joey... Shrunk?" I said when I saw the tiger head bobbing up and down between two girls. "Well, that definitely isn't Joey," Suzi sighed, extremely disappointed. "It's just a little boy!" Jennifer exclaimed. "He's not even eight years old yet." "Well, no wonder everyone was talking about how cute the mascot must be," Suzi commented. "I though they meant... Oh well..." "Sorry, Suz," I said, knowing it would have made things a lot simpler for her and Joey if it had been Joey beneath the tiger mask. "Well, at least the kid has spunk," Suzi admitted five minutes later after the mascot had captured everyone's attention with his wild and quite honestly hilarious antics. Some of the things he did were even a little dirty in nature, but not enough to be distasteful or anything. Like when he had pretended to be a tiger on the prowl and suddenly leapt towards Mrs. Shannon, the big busted English teacher, and made a big deal about ducking so he wouldn't hit his head on her tits. The tiger left for few minutes while the players came out and started warming up, and I found out later he had gone to get a quick drink of water. He must have forgotten to resecure the tiger head to the tiger suit, for when he jokingly ducked from glancing over at Mrs. Shannon, his head slipped off and his animosity was instantly compromised. Not that hardly anyone would have known who the kid was, but when Suzi gave a gasp of recognition, I realized he did look familiar, and watched him intensely as the blonde boy hastily put the head back on and made a wobbly motion like he drunk or dizzy or something just for the laugh. The boy's face clicked just before Suzi exclaimed to me, "Tim, that looked a lot like Tommy!" "Yeah.. Just a sec..." I said as I reached out and attempted to lock on to the boy's mind through the incredibly turbulent interference of the excited crowd. "Tommy... Yeah, I think that was his name," Jennifer commented as she continued to explore the minds around her. "There.. Got him. Holy shit, Suz... Joey's linked with him!" "So that's who he's been linking with!" Suzi exclaimed. "Wait, does that mean Tommy.." "No... Or at least not yet. He passed the coin test, but he's probably not old enough... Shit. I just lost my lock on him. Too many people." "If Tommy's here, then Joey has to be here," Suzi reasoned, looking around. "I think Joey must have detected my scan. Tommy just went out the door in a hurry. I think he was scared, but I couldn't really tell without... Jennifer? What you doing, honey?" "Just looking..." she responded softly. "Hey, come back to me, girl. You're looking kind pale and sickly." The moment after Jennifer's eyes came back to life, they closed while she emitted a moan and reached up to clutch her head. "Oh... Oh... my head..." she moaned. "Shit. Looks like you over did yourself, sweetie." "Oh Tim..." she moaned pitifully. "It hurts... How do I stop it?" I looked at Suzi, then said, "Well, either I rush her home, give her a glass of drink, then wait her out as she tries to bonk everything that sticks out, or..." "Or we go find Joey and ask him to link with her," Suzi sighed. "Well what are you looking at me for? I don't know where he's hiding." "Think about it Suz. Where else would Joey be while he's linked to a telepath at school while hundreds of good looking girls are walking around just waiting to be seduced by his telepathic call." "You're right. He's in the girls locker room. Okay... I'll go get him, but he better not be doing anything perverted in front of Tommy or I'll make..." I didn't hear the rest for the crowd's noises swallowed her voice once she had taken five steps away from us heading for the aisle. "Tim?" Jennifer mewed out from against my chest. "Yes darlin'?" "I wanna lay down.." "What? Here?" "No... somewhere quiet..." "Okay, baby. You're gonna have to help me though. I don't think I can carry you down all these bleachers without tripping and killing us both, so you're going to have to walk." "I'll try..." she said. She moved to stand up, but only got half way before gasping and burying her head into my chest again. "Come on, honey," I soothed. "You can do it. I know you can." "No.. Stay here..." she whimpered. When she couldn't even say complete sentences, I got a little scared and felt her out to see how bad it was. "Shit," I muttered when I recognized the pain as being sugar starvation in the telepathic and the surrounding tissues in her brain. I looked around quickly, then commanded the man three spots away from us to surrender his big gulp to me. "Baby, drink this.. It will help." She took the straw into her mouth and gingerly sipped it, then made a face and let go of the straw saying, "It's Dr. Pepper... I hate Dr. Pepper." I sighed and rolled my eyes towards the ceiling then momentarily got distracted by the sight of a bra hanging from one of the girders way up high. As I pondered how it got up there, I locked onto another the next nearest neighbor with a soda, then asked Jennifer, "Sprite okay?" She nodded her head slightly, then accepted the straw and drank in slow but steady sips. About ten minutes later, Suzi startled me by sitting down next to me and saying, "Well, he wasn't down there. Shit. We're already ahead by ten points." Jennifer stirred a bit, trying to get into a more comfortable position, so I asked, "Feeling better?" "A little." "Well, the soda can't be in your system yet, so just keep your mind in your own body, okay?" "Uh huh.." she said gently. "Can I stop drinking now? I feel bloated." "Yeah.. I think you can.. Wow," I said, catching an incredibly smooth pass of the ball by one of our guys to another. "They are really really good.." Suzi said a few minutes later as the score reached twenty to nothing. "Yeah.. They're like really in synch with each other," I said watching the ball as it was passed from one to another to another until it was finally intercepted by the other team. The other team finally got on the score board, but then we got it and kept taking it back whenever we scored. Suzi and I were so captivated by the game, we didn't notice Tommy had come back until the end of the first half. Tommy trotted out onto the court and started giving all our players a high five as they headed off the court. Uhm.. Well, to Tommy it was a high five... To everyone else it was chin or face level five. "I wonder where Joey is," Suzi said, standing up and surveying the area. After the initial rush of people climbing down from the bleachers had ended, Suzi announced, "Well, I'm gonna go look for him for a few minutes, then if I haven't found him, I'll ask Tommy the tiger where his weasel of a uncle is." "Okay... Have fun..." I said lightheartedly. A few minutes after Suzi left, Jennifer opened her eyes and said, "I need to go the bathroom." "Uhm..." I said, looking around to see if I could see Suzi anywhere. "Can you wait until the game starts back up? The restrooms won't be crowded then, and maybe Suzi will be back to help you too." "I guess," she said, closing her eyes again. I waited patiently, watching Tommy do his thing and wondering where he got all his energy from. Then it occurred to me that most likely he got it from Joey side of the link, for Joey's powerhouse of a body could probably keep Tommy's little engine running for a couple of hours straight without a recharge. As the halftime ended and the band wound down, I helped Jennifer to stand up and we slowly made our way down the bleachers as others hurried to get back up. Of course nobody got in our way since I wasn't about to let anyone crowd us as we descended, but still... When we reached the bottom, the game got back underway, but the crowd actually was paying more attention to Tommy getting chased around by... "Suzi!" I shouted while also telepathically calling her. I admired Tommy's skill at making it all a game as the president of the student council made one last attempt at catching the tiger by his tail, then huffed off over to me when she failed. "He's really something, isn't he?" I said, watching him shake his butt at her. "Yeah.. Something...." Suzi said irritatedly. "Could you take Jennifer to the bathroom? She needs to go. I'd take her but it would be a lot simp.." "Where are they coming from?" Jennifer interrupted with a distant look in her eyes. "Hey, you're still recovering from doing to much of that," I reminded her. "But where are they coming from..." she said slowly. "What?" Suzi said before lurching towards Tommy and making him scurry in the other direction. "Hmmph.." she added with a smile of satisfaction. "Tim, don't you see them? I keep seeing streams going to the players..." "You mean those symbol things you guys see?" Suzi asked, focusing her attention on Jennifer instead of Tommy's prancing. "Yeah... Hey, you're right!" I said as I tuned into that sense and caught several streams of symbols shooting across the court to three of our players, one of which had the ball. Suzi nudged me to get my attention, and when I looked at her, I knew what she was thinking without having to read her mind. I simply nodded my head, then let Jennifer's arm go while Suzi silently stepped over to take my place. "Come on, Jennifer. You don't want to wet your pants, do you? Timmy will care of... He'll take of it." "Okay..." I heard Jennifer's distant voice say as I focused my mind on Tommy's and delicately probed his mind for Joey's location. I entered the boy's locker room as quietly as I could, kicking myself for not having realized that it was the perfect place considering that the game was taking place right above us. Joey could have never gotten through the crowd's interference all the way from the girls locker room. The crowd's noises filtering down through the ceiling and the vents almost completely hid a very familiar sound to my ears. I didn't need to use anything but my hearing to tell me which direction he was in. But even though there was some light, I found the interior of the coaches' office was hidden in complete darkness as I approached it's open door. "Come on... Come on..." I heard Joey mutter. "Shit. Okay fuckers, if you want to play rough, I'll just run the score up to a hundred.." "Why not just make it a hundred and fifty and break the school record," I suggested. "Wha!" Joey exclaimed, then after I allowed his probe through, he sighed and said, "Shit, Tim. You scared the shit out of me." "So who's this? One of your five?" I said as the blinking nude brunette beauty continued to suck Joey's cock while trying see who had flipped the lights on. "Number six, actually," he said a little cautiously. "I get it now... Six games, six prizes," I said, gently moving the hair away from her eyes so she could see me clearly. "Yeah. I pick a girl out from the opposing team, then while Tommy's starts his... That was you probing him, wasn't it?" "Yeah, it was me. You know, Suzi is not too happy with this." "What? Oh FUCK! Why did you have to go and tell her? Huh? Why? You should have kept your.." "I didn't. I didn't have to. You know, even if Jennifer hadn't seen your streams, I think Suzi would have suspected you were rigging the game." "I'm not rigging it!" he said. "Shit. They got another six points just from you interrupting me. Look, can we finish this conversation some other time? I got a game to finish." "What happened to you Joey? This is cheating, and you know it." "I don't see it anything more than... school spirit. Shit... They took it right out of my... Shit! What the fuck!" I sat down in the chair next to him as I continued to enhance the opposing team's coordination by linking their minds to mine and basically making it a fair game again. None of the players were aware that they were puppets to... No.. Not puppets. Sprites. Video game sprites. They each were like a blotch of light on a video screen that we moved around, bounced the ball with, and basically passed the ball between as easily as transferring it from one hand to another. Despite the fact that we were playing with real live people and that the game had much greater impact than any video game high score, Joey and I.... Well, we kind of lost ourselves in the heat of the competition and yeah.. the fun of it. I mean, think of it. This was the ultimate video game. We had three dimensional graphics, full stereo sound, plus all the other senses like smell, touch... hell, even the taste and feel of the mouth protectors made it that much more... real. Of course it was real, and I guess I got a little carried away. You see, while Joey could only was control three players at a time, I was linked with every one of the visiting team's players, and thus I had a distinct advantage and evened up the score with only one minute left. "Shit. This is the best game yet," Joey admitted before realizing he was going to lose. "Hey! You're not really going to make our team lose, are you?" "Huh? Oh.. Well... How about we just let them play on their own and let them win fairly?" "If I stop, they'll lose for sure. That's sort of what got me into this mess.." "Okay then... I'll just handicap myself so I'm even with you and..." "Haha..." Joey exclaimed when he stole the ball during my moment of readjustment at only having three players and proceeded to score a shot. "Shit," I muttered as the clock reached ten seconds. I tried my best to do them justice, but Joey's was a lot more experienced at switching between different players not already linked to him. "And... HE.... SCORES another one!" Joey exclaimed just before the buzzer went off and the roar above us made us both wonder if the ceiling would fall in on us. The girl who was sucking his cock went full out when she realized her school's team had lost, making her his forever. But then Joey stopped her, feeling a bit ashamed of himself, and then after looking at me while I stared at the confused girl trying to lick the head of his dick, he sighed and said, "All right... I'll put her back." "I didn't say anything." "I know you didn't, but... Shit. I wish..." "What? That I'd fuck her with you?" "Yeah... Like old times." "I'm sorry, Joey... I can't." "I know... But I can still wish for it." "You better get her dressed and get her out of here, 'cause they're getting ready to..." Joey just smiled then reached for the light switch. When I turned it back on, they were gone, and it took me a few moments to locate them. "Well I'll be... I wonder how he found that..." I said, as I looked at the wall for any signs of the trap door Joey had used. Joey let me extract from his mind that the small passageway leading to a janitor's closet had apparently been intended for plumbing or something but the plans must have been changed. I found that Joey hadn't been the first to use it for a quick escape with a girl either, for as I was stumbling in the dark following the passage myself, I found a pair of stockings caught on a metal thingamajig that must have been there for years. Joey and his prize were gone by the time I got to the end, but when I got back upstairs to trashed auditorium, Suzi was bawling him out while Tommy sat next to Jennifer sleepily with in his street clothes. Despite the fact that Suzi was still pissed by the time we left, she decided to go with Joey instead of us, and I guess I was kind of relieved that I wouldn't have to while she was still fuming like that. Jennifer was very quiet on the way home, so I didn't say anything to her until I was pulling up to her house. "What time do you want to get together tomorrow?" I asked her. "I don't know..." "Oh. Uhm... Well, call me when you do, okay?" "Okay," she said absently. "Well, just in case I don't see you until tomorrow night," I said leaning over and kissing her cheek. "Happy Birthday." "What?" she said, focusing her attention on my face. "I said in case I didn't see you until tomorrow night, Happy birthday." "Oh my gosh! I forgot all about that!" she said before giggling. "What time do you want to pick me up for... You know..." "Jennifer, you really should start paying... Any time you want, honey," I said, seeing I wasn't going to get anywhere by complaining. "Well, I have to be home by four, so... how about eight o'clock?" "Eight? In the morning?" I said surprised yet delighted. "Too early?" "No! I'll be here!" then gave her a nice wet kiss on the lips which she didn't seem to mind one bit. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XVIII: 12th Grade, Winter 1988/89 Part 7 - Birthday surprises (no sex) I woke up at six thirty, jumped out of bed, taking the sheets with me to the laundry to wash so they were fresh for Jennifer's visit. I had flowers everywhere, and during the week I had some workmen come out and turn four of the many unused rooms which used to house slaves into a nice big ball room. I literally danced as I showered, having already taken a shower the night before, but wanted to be extra fresh for Jennifer's birthday. I put on her favorite cologne, and wore the outfit she liked best on me, and made sure the bathroom was spotless before leaving to pick her up at seven thirty sharp. As the limo pulled into the driveway, I was disappointed to find that she wasn't even up. In fact, no one was awake in the house, and it took me a few minutes to decide what to do about that. "Happy Birthday," I said softly, sitting down on her bed and smiling at her as she opened her eyes and looked up at me. "Hi..." she said sleepily. "What time is it?" "Eight twenty," I said, stroking her face with my right hand gently. "Oh... I guess I forgot to set my alarm," she said slowly and sleepily. "That's okay... You look so sweet in the morning..." "Ugh" she said making a face. "Sweet? I look awful after I get up." "Mmmmm, but not when you first wake up..." I said dreamily with the smile still on my face. She yawned, then stretched, then just laid there a while enjoying my caresses and happy stare. "You know, the longer I lay here, the less time we have doing other things," she finally said. "Then maybe you should get up," I said happily. "Maybe you should get out of my room so I can." "What? Oh... Uhm, okay," I said as I reorganized my thoughts and stood up. "Go on..." she insisted. So I left her room and shut the door behind me, then noticed Lee's hand beckoning me towards her room. When I reached her door, Lee pulled me inside and closed it quietly. I was about to ask her what was going on when she held her finger to her lips and motioned me to follow her to the bathroom door. "She does this every morning now..." Lee whispered in my ear and indicated for me to look through the crack of the door. As I peeked through the crack, I saw Jennifer entering the bathroom, close her door, then slip her nightgown off followed by the panties she had on before sitting down on the pot. "Uhm, Lee? So what if she goes to the bathroom? A lot of people have to go.." I thought to her. "No... Keep watching," she barely whispered in my ear while letting her hands travel up then down my front. I ignored Lee's exploring my body since I knew she wouldn't do anything more than a simple feel, and watched as Jennifer finished taking a pee and walked up to the mirror which I could barely see. Jennifer took her small breasts in her hands and said in a hushed voice, "You two better be growing..." then stood there a few moments kneading them before sighing and reaching for something on the sink. I heard her unscrewing something, then found her bringing a wetted finger up to her left breast and drawing an invisible heart shape around it with her finger. She repeated it to the other one, then just as I thought she was finished, she wrote the letter I just below her neck, then also did something else across her tummy that I couldn't see because she had turned slightly away from me. After that, she looked at herself in the mirror, pushed her chest out a moment to see if it would make it look fuller, then relaxed and sighed. She took one last look at herself, then started putting on the clothes she had brought into the bathroom with her. "Did you enjoy the show?" Lee whispered in my ear while her hands slipped under my shirt and felt their way up my tummy. I moved away from the door and Lee's grasp at the same time, then spun around and grabbed her unexpectedly. I could feel her pulse increase and her breath quicken as I leaned forward, but instead of kissing her red waiting lips, I just whispered in her ear, "Yeah... Thanks." Make no mistake... Lee was one hot babe, and I didn't miss the fact that all she had on was a really long nightshirt. And seeing how hard her nipples were through the thin material of the shirt made it that much harder to let go without sampling them first, but I did, and even walked out the room without looking back. I waited in the family room another five minutes before Jennifer finally came out and asked if she should eat before we left. I just shook my head no with a smile on my face, for I had just figured out what the three letters were that she had wrote on her tummy. Jennifer was a strange one when it came to cuddling and kissing and stuff. Most of the time she tolerated it because she knew how much I enjoyed doing it, but wasn't really that big on it herself. Oh, she did enjoy it and even initiate it at times, but unless she was in the right kind of mood, she just let me do it and didn't complain. But then there were times she wasn't in the mood for it at all, especially when she felt pressured to do it, and I found out when we got in the limo she was feeling very pressured about what she had promised for the day. So after she had shied away from me on two attempts to cuddle with her, I sighed, then said, "It's your birthday, not mine. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, so let's just forget about the shower idea and have some other kind of fun, okay?" "Really?" she said guiltily but relieved. "Would I lie to you?" "No... So if we don't do that, what do you want to do?" "Well, I have a few surprises for you..." I said with mischievous eyes. "Can I peek?" she said, attempting to read my mind. "No, so stop that. Save your energy for later," I said, then saw she had caught the hint. "Okay," she said, moving closer to me to rest her head against me. "You know what?" I said, leaning back a bit to give her the room she needed to lay against me. "No... What?" "Sometime while we're at my place, and only if you want to.. I'd like to see your breasts again." "Uhm.... Why? Besides the obvious I mean." "This morning when I woke you up? I could have sworn... Never mind." "What? Tell me." "I just thought they looked... bigger, that's all." "What, from a week ago?" "Well, yeah. I mean, you know you're at the age where they can do that kind of thing. Does your bra feel... tighter than it used to?" "Now that you mention it... I does feel a little... tighter," she said, moving her hands to feel her breasts through her shirt and bra. I sniffed, then said, "Mmmmm... and you smell so good..." "I think you're right," she said happily. "I've been telling then they need to grow too. They must have listened to me." "I'm sure they did, sweetie," I said, kissing the top of her head and marveling at how a simple but well informed suggestion could make someone feel good. When we arrived at my mansion, she insisted that she help fix her own breakfast, and I ended up sharing it since I had only eaten a bowl of foot loops before I had left. We ate together and talked a while after we had finished our food, then cleaned up the dishes and went for a walk around the mansion. After I told her about my paternal grandfather and how my home had been his long before I was born, she asked me about the original purpose of almost every room we visited or passed. I couldn't answer all of them but I could tell she didn't mind. We both knew neither of us would ever want that kind of place, and it had been just mild curiosity on her part to have asked in the first place. When we finally wandered upstairs to where the new ballroom was located, I managed to distract her while we walked in so she didn't notice anything until we were inside and I pressed the button to start the music and lights. "Oh wow!" she exclaimed as the slow music flowed around us and the speckles of light swirled around the room. "Why didn't we use this room to practice for the dance?" "Because it was just finished yesterday. I had it built just so we can dance our slow dances whenever we wanted to." "Sounds wonderful," she sighed as she faced me and pressed her head against my chest with her hands folded up between us. That was how we danced back then, with my arms wrapped protectively around her and my head resting on top of hers, we just moved back and forth with the music, and letting ourselves feel the peace which it gave us. I look forward to the day that I will be teaching my daughter to dance like that, for I miss dancing with a girl this way. For all of my perversions and sexual explorations, I've reached an age where a girl young enough to only come up to my chin is too young for me to be romantically or sexually interested in. But I have a feeling my daughter and I will share a different kind of bond that is just as sweet and endearing as I had with my mom, and I have no problems with dancing with her. I think we danced for an hour, and basically we only stopped because we knew there were other things we wanted to do, but promised ourselves we would dance again before I took her home for the day. Jennifer said she wanted to try out the pool, and after a brief argument she gave her permission for me to swim nude. She of course wore a full suit, but I didn't have a problem with that since I only wanted us to both be comfortable in the pool together. Despite our best intentions at keeping ourselves moving in the water and having some clean fun, we couldn't help ourselves when I was following her to get out of the pool and she lost her footing and fell back against me. That wouldn't have been a problem if she hadn't have grabbed a hold of my pole to stabilize herself, but as it grew hard in her hand, she got pretty aroused and couldn't help giving it a couple of experimental squeezes before turning around and looking at me for permission to go on. I nodded as calmly as I could, then shuddered as she felt around the rim with her other hand. All sorts of thoughts were running through her mind, from tasting it with her tongue to jerking me off until I shot. But none of these things happened, and she had kept it in the water the whole time. But Jennifer did allow herself to get a good feel for my cock and its balls before suddenly slipping under the water and swimming away as fast as she could. I chased her in the pool from a combination of playfulness and sexual frustration, and continued to chase her when she got out and ran into the next room. By the time we had ran out of breath and collapsed in the living room, my cock had gone soft and my frustration was long gone. We decided to eat lunch once we had got our breath and energy back, so while she went to change back into her clothes, I just slipped into my jockey shorts and started preparing our lunch and her next birthday surprise. "By the way," she said when she entered the kitchen. "I watched the second half of the game last night. You were very good. Much better than Joey was." "Thank you. But I had an unfair advantage over him. He couldn't handle more than three links at a time, while I could link with everyone on the team." "You'll have to show me how you do that sometime," she said as she tried to command my arm to twitch. "Well, at the rate you're going, we'll probably get to it sometime this week. Honey, please... I'm trying to cook here." "Okay..." she sighed and sat down. "Why did you let Joey win though? You had him beat." "I just wanted to make the game fair again, that's all. Jennifer, what do you think? Joey's been doing this since they started practicing, so the team right now is completely dependant on him to... coordinate them. And Joey is my friend, and I've agreed to not interfere with how he uses his abilities and stuff, so I really don't want to... you know... tell him he has to stop." "Are you asking me to stop him for you? I'm not ready to.." "No, no... nothing like that. I wouldn't ask you to do something that I'm not comfortable about doing myself. No. Hmmm.. Look. My problem with what he's doing it that he's giving our team an unfair advantage. The fact that he's manipulating our players doesn't really bother me because he's not altering the way they think, just controlling their movements during the game. Does it bother you at all?" "A little, but then I'm not really used to the idea of doing that kind of thing. What are you getting at anyway?" I sighed, brought our grilled ham and cheese sandwiches over and set them down on the table, then said, "Well, I know this might sound kind of wrong, but... What do you think about me and Joey... uhm, playing the rest of the games this season?" "You mean like you did last night? I don't know... That still sounds like cheating to me." "I don't think so. I mean, at the end, I tried to play fair by just linking with three guys. But I wasn't prepared to have to dissolve and reform links with whoever was going to get the ball, so Joey still beat me since he was used to doing that. I figure with a little bit of practice, I'd be at least as good as Joey, and despite how it looks, the players do contribute a lot to the game. I can't think of any other way to make it fair again without causing our team to fall apart and getting Joey really upset with me, can you?" She sat there a few moments chewing and thinking at the same time, then looked me in the eyes and said, "Admit it. You had fun doing it, didn't you?" I diverted my eyes and it was my turn to blush in front of her. I think it pleased her to know that she had been able to shame me like that, and since I wasn't going to lie to her, I simply said, "Yeah, it was really a blast, Jennifer. I mean.." I paused to look back at her in the face, then continued, "I think I miss doing stuff like that with Joey." "What else have you two done like that?" she asked honestly before taking another bite. "Oh lots of things. Like the drawings, and remember the blanket command? Well, he helped me form and cast the first one, and for the longest time I needed him to help me with them. Let's see... Oh, and... Uhm... And... Uhm... Have I ever done a pulse for you yet? Joey and I developed that together." "No you haven't, but I'm more interested in what you though of and didn't think I would like to hear about. No wait... Let me guess... You and Joey used to go around and make girls show you there breasts?" I looked at her open and honest expression, seeing she was trying to accept the things I had done things in my past as simple curiosity like her earlier groping of my dick. I could see that she was ready to know everything about my life before her, so I wiped my hands off, picked up the remaining bite of her sandwich and popped it into her mouth before leading her by the hand to my room, not answering her questions as I did. Oh how I loved the way she trusted me. Even though I wasn't answering her or letting her probes through to my mind, she let me wash her hands and mine in the bathroom sink, then laid on the bed next to me without resisting one bit. By the time we were on the bed together, she had stopped her questions and probes, patiently waiting for me to explain whatever it was that I was going through these great lengths to make it easier for her and me. She even let me guide her head to lay on my chest, then I waited until she had relaxed and was caressing my bare tummy with her left hand to proceed. I reached into my headboard and pulled out a small gold box, then set it on my stomach for her to see. "For me?" she asked automatically as she took in her hand and rolled onto her back to open it. "Of course its for you. It is your birthday..." She opened the box, then pulled out the wad of paper inside and then suddenly gasped as the coin fell and landed on her chest with a plop. "You're giving it to me?" she said with great emotion. "But you said..." "I have plenty of time to find another coin to give to my son or daughter, and you need it more than I do right now. I couldn't think of anything else to give you that was... special enough. But I have one more present to give you besides that." "I can't... I can't..." she said with tears in her eyes. "You can, and you will. Think of it as my engagement present." "Engagement?" she choked out. "Three years from today, will you, Jennifer Nicole Corrigan, marry me?" Her smile triggered a cascade of tears to run down her already wet face, and as she gasped for a sobby breath, she nodded her head slightly, then again nodded almost violently as she blubbered, "Yes!" She fell on top of me in a fit of happy tears and sobs, then proceeded to kiss my face and lips as I started to cry happily myself. She calmed herself when she realized I was sobbing harder than her, and with a simple kiss on the lips she brought my tears under control. I wasn't really aware what she was doing following her breaking off of her kiss, but when I felt her bare breasts against my stomach, I reached down and caressed her naked back while opening my mind completely and giving her my other present right then. Jennifer spent the next five hours laying on top of me like that as she went through my life's memories, learning of all the evils and good deeds I had done. Even though there was a lot which upset her in many different ways, she didn't stop until her dad called around six o'clock wondering where we were, and while she wasn't very happy with it, she was accepting it like I knew she would. I drove her home in my car rather than a limo since it was just more comfortable for both of us that way. We didn't say much to each other in the car, but when she got out of the car, I did also and walked her to her door. I just wanted her to say something to me, something that would let me know that everything was going to be okay. She didn't say a word, but when she opened the hand clutching her coin then raised it to my lips, I kissed it and watched her do the same before she turned and went inside, taking the coin with her as I teared up with joy. I was getting in my car to leave when Mr. Corrigan came to the door and called me inside, saying he didn't know why I thought I wasn't invited to Jennifer's birthday party. I realized that I had totally forgotten about the cake I had made for her when I saw the one they had on the table, but figured one birthday cake was enough for that day, and I'd just share mine with her some other time. While Jennifer or her father was in the room with us, Lee acted like she wasn't interested in me in the least. But when Jennifer and their dad went to her room with the new bed sheets that fit her new bed, Lee stopped from following and nearly jerked me off my feet when she pulled me over to the couch. "Lee..." I said warningly as she proceeded to give me this fuck me look and drawing her lips closer to mine. "You want this as bad as I do... If you didn't you'd stop me with that thing you do with your mind." "Lee..." I said again, but in a more pleading tone than a warning one. "I can't help it..." she said in a husky whisper. "Something about you... I'm drawn to you like a moth to a flame... I've had dreams... Erotic dreams about you... You making me do all sorts of sexual... things..." She was right. I too could feel the pull she was talking about. It was purely sexual, and if I hadn't heard Jennifer calling my name, I think I would have fallen under the spell Lee was casting on me and fucked her where she stood. "Yeah Jennifer?" I said somewhat shakily as I tilted my head up and then pulled Lee's hand off my crotch only to find her lips on my neck. "Come and see my new bed," Jennifer replied. "Coming..." I said, opening my eyes after not having realized I had closed them to the pleasure of Lee's lips and tongue working steadily on my neck. My heart was pounding, my cock was jumping around in my pants, and Lee's hands were now diving into my pants to fish it out. I had to go... But I couldn't move... I wanted it so badly... just one blow job... Just one... "No...." I gasped, grabbing Lee by the head and pulling her face back up to my lips. I frenched her madly as she did the same to me, but then I stopped and forced her to look in my eyes, forming the empathic connection instantly. "We can't do this to her...." I whispered with all my heart. "She'd know if we did, and even if she didn't, we can't betray her like this..." Lee staggered back when I let her go, and I admit I was a bit overcome by the shear intensity of the emotion I had felt myself. For a moment Lee and I just kind of stood there shaking a little as we regained control of ourselves, then I finally left to go to Jennifer's room as Lee sank wearily onto the couch. "What do you think?" Jennifer said, laying next to her dad on her new queen size bed. "I think your dad likes your new bed too," I said smiling. "Hmmm... You know you're right..." Mr. Corrigan said. "Tim, be pal and help me switch the matresses..." "Daddy..." "Yes pumpkin?" "This is my bed..." "Yes pumpkin. Your bed." "I love you, daddy," she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Happy Birthday, Jennifer. You're mother would have had a fit, but I think you've earned it. Just make sure your sister doesn't try breaking in the springs, all right?" "Yes, daddy." I left shortly after that, but not without a good night kiss from the birthday girl. Lee kept out of sight until I left, but I did see her looking out the window as I pulled out, her face showing her guilt at what we almost had done. Sunday morning I went to church with my mom and Richie again, then went to Jennifer's house and spent the afternoon laying on her bed as she went through my memories again. Luckily for me and Lee she didn't go anywhere near the recent memories, and since Lee wasn't around Sunday, there wasn't any further incidences that day. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----