Message-ID: <19577eli$9902020429@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rass_senip@usa.net (Rass Senip) Subject: Tim, the Teenage MC - Chapter 17 ( 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: <36d42bba.25064753@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 XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 6 - Love at First Sight (mc mf ff fmf) Part 7 - Romancing a Lonely Heart (no sex) Part 8 - Giving Up the Throne (mf ff bodyswapping) Part 9 - Thanksgiving at the Corrigan's (no sex) >The next posting contains: Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 10 - Aid for Heartaches (no sex) >See the Table of Contents (TOC) posting for a complete list of all Chapters released so far and information on posting format. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 6 - Love at First Sight (mc mf ff fmf) I still remember every detail of the day I saw the love of my life for the first time. Brad and I were walking together to go to our second hour class when suddenly, out of the blue this drop dead gorgeous girl that both Brad and I had never seen before appeared. "Wow, man.. Who is she?" Brad said to me. "Gloria Harr, Junior, just moved here from California," I said as I scanned. "So far she hates it here, and she only digs guys who skateboard." "Shit. I knew I should have kept that skateboard," Brad muttered. "I guess I'll just have to buy a new one." As we watched her walk by, neither of us noticed another girl approaching and taking as strong an interest in Brad as we had in Gloria. "Hi, Brad," a meek voice said, the pair of us barely even hearing it. "Huh? Oh, hi, Jennifer," Brad said, just glancing to see who it was before watching Gloria's ass turn the corner. When I turned around to say something to Brad, having already forgotten about the little voice who had spoken, I found myself in awe of the most beautiful person had ever seen in my life. "I'll see ya around, okay?" the meek voice said hopefully. "Uh, yeah. Okay," Brad said, his best attempt at not hurting the girl's feelings while getting rid of her. I stood there as the source of the most incredible looking symbols I had ever seen and the purest of hearts I had ever felt walked away discouraged, and it wasn't until the crowd's mess of symbols swallowed hers up that I remembered Brad had known her name. "Who was that?!" I said as I finally looked through my eyes to try and see what she looked like. "Who? You mean Jennifer? She's just one of Sandi's old friends from grade school, that's all." "She's.. beautiful," I whispered, unable to speak loudly from the awe I still felt. "What did you say?" Brad said, not believing his ears. "I said she was beautiful," I said, leaning up against the lockers to keep from falling over. "Are we talking about the same person?" "You said her name was Jennifer," I said distantly. "Jennifer.. Jennifer what?" "Are you all right?" Brad said with his brow knotted in a frown. "I'm fine," I said. "What's her last name?" I insisted. "Corrigan, I think," Brad said. "Look, man. I think you need to have your eyes checked. Jennifer Corrigan is a dog. A real woof woof. You're starting to scare me with this beautiful shit. Come on. We got to get to class." I didn't even try to argue with him, for I had peeked in his head as he recalled Jennifer's image and saw that she was somewhat on the unattractive side. But I couldn't get her out of my mind. Those symbols... and the purity of her soul... I pulled a few strings and managed to find out her locker number, then got out of my last period early enough to get to her locker before the bell rang. I stood on the other side of the hall with my 'ignore everything I do' transmitter on high. I waited as the crowd flowed past, no one seeming to see me yet there wasn't a single person who didn't walk around me if I was in their way. My heart started to pound when I finally detected her mind's incredible pattern coming closer, then as it emerged from the sea of thoughts, I remembered to look through my eyes at her sight. At first I couldn't see anything, for she was shorter than most of the people walking towards me. But then I got a few glances, and I was thinking that Brad must have been exaggerating about her looks before I got a good look and found his image had been accurate. Oh, but I didn't care. Not only did the symbols flowing gracefully around her head have a beauty and style all their own, but my empathic senses were going bonkers from her romantic day dreaming as she walked up to her locker. Jennifer didn't speak a word as she dialed to open her locker, but then another girl walked by and whispered something in her ear. At first I thought I had died again and I was hearing an angel singing to me, but then I realized it had simply been her laugh instead. Everything about her seemed so beautiful to me. Even her laugh... I stood there frozen the entire time as I watched her get her stuff and get ready to leave. And then, the most amazing thing happened. She glanced at me.. and NOTICED me! I don't know who was startled the most, her or I. My expression was of surprise and shock, but hers was.. Well, I had an emotional reaction if that tells you anything. She thought I was staring at her physical looks, not her beauty within. The anguish I felt made me turn and hurry away, never even looking back once to see her do the same. The next day I had a terrible time keeping my mind off my Jennifer. I had so many questions, so many things I felt I wanted to tell her, but I couldn't get over how horrible she had felt when she had seen me staring at her. And when Rachael showed up at my locker after school for our weekly fuck, I tried making up an excuse to get out of it, but by that time my sluts couldn't take no for an answer and I knew it. It was while Rachael's ass was busily fucking my cock that I realized there was something I had been missing with my sluts. Every single one of them needed an empathic touch from someone, but there wasn't any real feelings of love there. They just wanted to share in a mutual exchange of pleasure, something which is intimate, yet not truly love. For the first time since my wipe, I wished to feel an emotion like I had used to. I wanted to feel love for another person, and feel that love being returned. I became lovesick while I came inside Rachael's twitching orgasming ass. Another day went by before I convinced myself I had to speak with Jennifer just so I could have some peace of mind. I knew I was letting my lovesickness dictate my actions a little, and I wasn't sure if she was even interested in forming a relationship with anyone, especially someone who was three grades above her. But then again, she had approached Brad the day before, and I knew that it had taken a lot of guts for her to do so considering Brad had never shown interest in her before. I know he didn't have the senses I had, but I couldn't believe Brad was so blinded by her looks that he never even felt the joy of her laugh. As I felt Jennifer approach her locker, I was distressed by the lonely thoughts my encounter with her had caused, and for a moment I wanted to just go away. But my heartache grew the longer I felt her loneliness, and before I even knew I was doing it, I had stepped out in front of her and said, "I'm sorry." "What did you say?" she shakily asked once her panic had decreased enough that she was allowed to think. I opened my mouth to say it again, but found I too was so shaken up I couldn't even speak. But when she started to think I was trying to tease her somehow, I found my voice and said, "I'm sorry for watching you. I didn't mean to hurt you." "I need to get to my bus," she said nervously as she hurriedly walked around me towards her locker. "Jennifer, please," I said desperately. "I need to talk to you." "How do you know my name?" she said defensively. "Brad told me," I said guiltily. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything to you before, but.." "Please, just leave me alone, okay?" she said. "I know what you're doing, so just stop. I already feel like I'm trash, so go away!" "You're not trash," I said even more desperately. "You're kind, you're romantic, you have the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard... Ever since I first saw you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I know you don't know anything about me, but I swear to God I'd never tease you or anyone like that. Ask anyone who knows me. Ask Brad or Sandi, or..." I felt it happen then. When her eyes glanced into mine, I felt that familiar feeling just like I had felt with Joey or Suzi those first few times. It was like my life had started all over again, for I could love another like I had loved them. But just as I reached a state of euphoria, I found everything crashing down as Jennifer hurried away yelling, "Stay away from me!" with tears forming in her eyes. I couldn't let her go like that. All I could think was that she needed me as badly as I needed her. Without consideration of any of the possible consequences, I ordered the crowd to block her path while clearing the way for me to reach her. "Please, let me through!" she cried while trying to push her way against the tightly flowing crowd. My entire body went ice cold when she whimpered from my touching of her shoulder, then felt my own tears forming as I stopped my manipulation of the crowd's flow and watched her head towards the stairs in a panicked run. I went straight home to the south mansion to be alone, my mother having moved into the North mansion after returning from her honeymoon last spring. I spent the rest of the day and night just sinking deeper into an illogical depression that I hadn't felt for what seemed to have been a life time. No one within my empathic range escaped my sadness the next morning, the depressing mood which I inflicted on my classmates and teachers only worsened my own, and it wasn't until my class with Joey that anyone could do anything about it. "Hey, bud," Joey said, struggling against the feelings I was assaulting him with unintentionally. "What's wrong? You're making everyone feel blue." "I know, but I can't help it," I said. "Then we better go see Higgs," he wisely said. I didn't bother arguing with him for I didn't really care. Joey went up to tell the teacher, then came back to my desk and walked me out with an arm behind my back. "Shit Tim. How long you been feeling this way?" he said once we left the room. "Since yesterday," I admitted. "Is it something Suzi or I did?" he asked. "No, nothing to do with you two." "What about Eric's move?" "I don't know what you mean." "Oh. Eric's dad got transferred to Atlanta. I though you knew." "No, that's the first I heard of it," I said with a sigh. "When does he leave?" "He's already gone. He left last Tuesday." "Oh. Oh well." "Come on, Tim. It's me. Joey. Tell me what's wrong," he said, feeling himself sliding into my despair. "Jennifer thinks I'm some kind of creep," I simply said. "Jennifer? Jennifer who?" "Jennifer Corrigan. She's a freshman." "Why does she think you're a creep?" "Because she thinks she's ugly and can't understand why I'd want to have anything to do with her. She thinks I'm trying to lead her on so I can dump her. But she's not ugly. She's beautiful. She's the most beautiful person I've ever met, and she hates me." Joey had stopped in his tracks from my revelation, and for a moment I thought he was going to cry himself. But then he shrugged it off and smiled a big smile before saying, "You have a crush on her?" "I guess," I said, somehow feeling better just from hearing him say that. "That's.. That's GREAT!" he whooped. "Does your mom know? Have you felt anything else like... like... Shit, just anything else?" "No, my mom doesn't know, and I've been miserable ever since Jennifer ran to the bus crying when I tried to tell her..." "Tell her what? Do you love her?" Joey said settling down from his excitement. "Do I? I guess so. I want to, but only if she can love me back. I feel so helpless." "You? Helpless? Come on, Tim. You're the most un-helpless person I've ever known. Just think it to her if nothing else. Once she got over the shock..." "She's immune to it," I said simply, sinking down to the floor against the lockers in that hall. "I can read her thoughts, but I can't send her mine. And I'm afraid to use my empathy on her. She's so delicate, so lonely... I can't risk permanently hurting her by making her feel what I'm feeling." "Shit," Joey said, sinking down besides me. "That does make it harder." "I just want to talk with her," I said to break the silence. "She has the most incredible symbols, Joey. They're like nothing I've ever seen before. And the worst part is, I've only heard her laugh once, and I'm sure I'll never hear it again because she's scared of me." "Don't do this, Tim," Joey said, resting his head against mine. "We should be happy that you're finally starting to feel things again. I've missed you. So has Suzi, I can tell. We hate not being able to share stuff with you, but until now..." "I thought we were going to go see Higgs," I said. "I'm too depressed," Joey admitted. "The only person I want to see now is Suzi. Could you?" "Okay," I said as I reached out to her with my mind. Five minutes later, we heard Suzi's feet hurrying down the steps after finally convincing her teacher she had to leave for a few minutes. "What's wrong?" she said in a near panic when she saw us helplessly laying against the lockers like two rag dolls. "Suz," Joey whimpered as he held his arms out to her like a little boy needing his mother. "What's going on?" she said when she walked into my field of empathic sadness. "Tim's in love," Joey blurted out in despair. "But she hates him. She HATES him!" I started to blubber after he said that, and Joey started to also even while he wrapped his arms around Suzi in a hug. "Stop it," she said sternly. "Tim, get a hold of yourself before this goes any further. You can control your emotions, remember?" "Not anymore," I blubbered out. "Try anyway!" Suzi said, leaning forward to look in my eyes. While Joey floundered to get her to go back to him so he could hold her again, Suzi's eyes stared into mine with such intensity I swore they could have glowed. I didn't feel that familiar feeling form between us, so I guess Suzi somehow used her own natural empathy to clear my head enough to think a moment. I did the only thing I could think of, and that was to command myself to stop being depressed. The effect was so immediate, it was like someone had turned off the misery switch and turned on the lights. "Thanks," I said to Suzi a moment after I had recovered my wits. "Both of you, thanks," I added as Joey started sobering up. "Any time," Joey said sniffing and grinning weakly. "Just don't wait until we come to you." "Yes, Timmy. You can always come to one of us if you need someone," she said, gently wiping the wetness from my face with her hand. "I'll try to remember that next time. But just because I'm not feeling depressed anymore, doesn't mean I'm all better. I think the reason I'm having so much trouble with feeling emotions is because Joey blocked my memories from returning when I first started having them. I'll need to undo what I just did pretty soon if I don't want to make things worse." "All right then, what exactly is the problem?" Suzi said. Joey and I explained it to her, then after she sat down between us with a sigh, she said, "Well then do it the old fashioned way." "How?" I asked. "She thinks I'm trying to trick her." "Just don't give up, that's all. Come on Timmy. I know you can romance a girl off her feet if just put your mind to it. She may be immune to your telepathy, but nobody can resist your charm." "Yeah, Tim. Shit, you even charmed me into being your friend all those years," Joey said, his sense of humor returning. "I suppose you're right," I said seriously. "Even if I don't end up feeling romantic, I know how to act romantic. I've gotten pretty good at acting like I feel things." "Timmy?" Suzi said turning her head towards me. "Do you have all your memories back yet?" "No, but I have enough of them to know what is right and wrong, to behave like I used to, and apply the things I've learned." "But do you remember feelings?" "I remember the physical sensations, but until yesterday I didn't remember how powerful they could be." "Promise me something?" she said a moment later. "Sure. What?" "Promise me you'll come to us for help if you ever need it? I don't want to worry about you. You're very important to me, you know." "I know. I promise. You're both important to me too. I wish I could say I love you, but I'd be lying if I did. I hope you understand what I mean." "I think we do," Joey said, instinctively wrapping his arms around Suzi from behind while resting his chin on her shoulder. "Joey," Suzi warned him, "Not in front of Tim." "Oh yeah," Joey said, releasing her. "Sorry." I frowned a moment, then said, "That's odd... Joey, do that again." "Are you sure?" he asked with a look of surprise. "As sure as I can be without a second test," I rationally said. Joey restored his arms and chin their proper places, then they both watched me for my reaction. "Hmm.. Nothing. Try kissing," I suggested. "Tim, I don't.." Suzi said before Joey's hand covered her mouth and pulled her lips towards his. They only exchanged a simple kiss, then on my suggestion, gave each other a longer one, then proceeded to make out a little. "Okay, that's enough. I think I can say I'm over feeling any jealousy about... You can stop now. Guys? Hello?" "Figures," I said, getting up and heading for our class. I didn't realize Joey might get into trouble not returning to class with me until I was already sitting down and the teacher was about to ask where he was. I stalled long enough to find that he and Suzi were heading for the parking lot, then realized that my agreement with Higgs to not skip class only pertained to me, and not to others. So as a gift of my restored friendship with my ex-lovers, I arranged it so they had the rest of the day off. To my dismay, I found my jealous feelings hadn't gone away after I remembered to undo the command I used on myself earlier. While I no longer felt depressed, I couldn't shake the jealous feelings I got from peeking to see what they were doing and found them naked in each others arms in Joey's car. I decided to take my mind off of my problems by trying something I had been considering for some time. Ever since I demonstrated the use of that double headed dildo to Rachael, I had passing thoughts about what it would be like to fuck a girl with one of those instead of a real one. Of course this meant swapping bodies with another girl, but I had also been considering letting a few of my sluts in on my abilities, having wished several times to use my invisible cock during our sex. I had told all of them I was fucking other girls, and surprisingly they were all agreeable to this. Probably because that meant they could freely fuck someone else if the opportunity arose, forcing me to make it a rule to always use a condom with them all. Who I fucked wasn't a secret either, for most of the girls had seen me walk out with the others at one time or another, always fucking them on separate dates using a rotating schedule with the eleven girls I had so far. But because the girls seemed to need a recharge of Timmy's empathic love juice every nine or so days, I was strongly considering talking them into going out in pairs, but wasn't sure how they would take it at first. And the fact that there were five other girls who were obviously obsessed with me didn't help this at all, but then I decided I could try the threesomes with the two girls who were giving me the fuck me eyes in the halls. Renee and Kim had a rather odd sort of friendship. They competed against each other at landing the better looking boyfriend, always trying to best the other while staying close friends. There competition included telling each other what they did during sex, sometimes stealing each other's ideas and frequently each other's boyfriends. They had never seen the other have sex, the nearest thing to that being one time they had their boyfriends park next to each other just so they could see who could make their boyfriend moan the most. Renee and Kim both had advanced cases of Timmyitis, neither of them hesitating at my offer to give them a ride in my car: together. When they did consider this, they reasoned I would just pick on of them and drop the other off first, making one of them the winner and the other the loser. They were sophomores, both still fifteen and came up to only chin. But they had all the equipment, not to mention the experience for me to consider them fit for joining my team of after-school sluts. "You two ever ride in a Porsche before?" I asked as I unlocked their door. "No," they both said, still giving me the fuck me look. "Hmm.." I said, looking at them like I was trying to choose between them. "What?" they both said anxiously. "I can't decide which of you two should sit up in front first." "Well, _I_ like the backseat better, don't you?" Kim said suggestively. "I like the backseat too!" Renee exclaimed. "Well you don't both have to sit in the back seat," I said as they struggled to both get in. "Renee, you can sit up in the front seat with me for half of the ride, then Kim can ride up front the other half." "Good," Renee said, seeing this as a small victory. "How about we go get something to eat?" I said. "Aren't you hungry?" "I'm hungry, but not for food," Kim said under her breath. "What did you say?" I said while giving her a dose of my smile. "I said Yes, I'm hungry," she said happily. "So am I," Renee chimed in. "Good," I said, giving Renee her fair share of my smile as I started the car. As I drove, I kept pretending to be oblivious to their sexual suggestions, finding them both getting even more sexually frustrated while countering the other's last sexual ploy. Finally I dropped the act when Kim announced she would have already blown me if she had been in the front seat instead of Renee. "Excuse me? Did you just say you wanted to give me a blow job?" I fainted surprise. "Er, well, yes," she said uncomfortably, then she in a more certain tone she said "Yes, I want to blow you. What do you think about that?" "I don't know. What about you, Renee? You want to blow me to?" "Park the car somewhere and you'll find out," she said seductively. "All right," I said, turning into the entrance of a motel and parking at the far end of the lot. "Wait a second," I said as Renee moved her hand towards my lump. "Let's go in the back seat." "Why?" Renee whined. "Because there's more room. Besides, Kim wants to do it too, so why not both of you do it at the same time?" "What?" Renee exclaimed while Kim said, "No way!" "Well then I guess..." I said, starting the car up. "We'll do it," Renee exclaimed when I backed out. "No we won't!" Kim said with a frown. "Make up you minds," I said, giving them both a smile. "Okay," Kim said hesitantly. "But then you have to choose." "Yeah," Renee said, making sure I got a good look at her ass before she plopped it down on the back seat. "Fine by me," I said, sitting down between them. When they both suddenly tried to unzip me before the other could, I said, "Hold it. I'll do it, and then you both suck it the same time." They stayed quiet as they exchanged uncertain looks while I slowly unzipped, but when I pulled my cock out, they lost their inhibitions, and struggled to get down far enough so they could get their lips to it. "On second thought," I said convincingly, "Maybe we'll just get a room. Then we can have all the space we need." "You have to choose first," Renee said with Kim's approval. "Okay then, I choose... both of you." "You can't do that," Kim said before plunging her mouth over the head of my dick. "Hey! That's cheating," Renee exclaimed before wrapping her lips around my shaft and trying to force Kim off so she could get some. Neither of them could stand being cramped up like that more than a minute, for the bad thing about a Porsche was they didn't have all that much back seat. "Ouch!" Kim cried when she conked heads with Renee. "Well?" Renee queried. "I'll tell you the truth, ladies. I want to fuck both of you, together, at the same time if possible. I know at first you think its wrong, but I can make it worth your while." "What do you mean, worth our while?" Renee said. "We're not two hookers out to make a buck." "I know. I didn't mean it like that. Allow me to demonstrate the many advantages of being one of Timmy's girls," I said as I reached forward to touch their noses. I sent them into a gasping wiggling fit of pleasure as they experienced every inch of their bodies getting licked, rubbed, or fucked for a little over a minute. "Shall I get us our room now?" I asked the two panting girls. "Fuck, yes!" Kim exclaimed. "And HURRY!" Renee cried as I got out. By the time I got back to the car with the keys, they had raided the glove compartment and was trying out the pair of vibrators on themselves. I convinced them to leave them in them to go inside, then couldn't help finding it amusing how they walked like they had to go take a dump really bad. They were giggling themselves as they pulled the devices out of their pants when I shut the door to the room. "There's a couple of base rules I want to go over," I said, kicking my shoes off and undoing my pants. "First off, I won't make you do anything you don't want, and I would never hurt you. So if I do something that scares you, either say so or wait to see if it's what you think. I'll know probably before you do whether or not you'd like something, so just try and trust me. "Also, I have eleven other girls taking turns fucking me after school. If you want me to do this again with you, you'll have to schedule it in advance just like the rest do, and only if you both are willing to do it at the same time. "Lastly, there are things I can do, like when I touched your nose. I have to make sure you keep these things to yourself, so I've already made you both unable to talk about it with anyone except each other and anyone else who already knows. "Now, do you both still want to have the best sex in your lives?" I said, throwing myself on the bed totally nude. They looked at each other, then whispered something back and forth before Kim said, "You're serious about this?" "What she means is, how do we know you aren't some kind of bull shitter?" "Good question. How would you'd like me to prove it to you?" "You mean, just... think something up?" Renee said, sitting down on the other bed. "Just name it." "Give us an example," Kim said to me after Renee gave her a shrug. "Okay. I could make it where any time one of you touches the other you both would have an orgasm." "Now that _is_ bull shit," Renee exclaimed. "So I take it you want me to do it?" I said giving them a smile. "Yeah, go ahead," Kim said. "Okay. Go ahead. One of you touch the other." The two girls just kind of eyed each other a moment, then they cautiously extended their right hands out, then Kim hesitantly touched Renee's hand with her finger. "Ha! Nothing happened!" Renee exclaimed. "That's because I didn't tell you where to touch," I said with a broad smile. "Oh for Pete's sake. Where?" Kim cried. "Breast, ass, crotch, doesn't matter. Just somewhere... kinky." "This is stupid," Renee said. "Well, it wouldn't hurt if I just patted your butt like.." Kim said. Their gasps when Kim's hand touched Renee's covered ass were quite enjoyable, and their amazed faces even more so when they both looked over at me. "Well?" I said when they just looked at each other. "I thought you two wanted to give me a blow job?" Now that was rather fun. They both dived for the bed, then as they both struggled to get more of my meat in their mouths than the other, Renee tried distracting Kim by giving Kim's ass a pat. I ended up having to turn down the strength of their orgasms for the resulting pats and prods would have quickly worn them out. While they both rested faced off on either side of my cock panting, I took the opportunity to slip my hands into their shirts and stimulated their nipples with my magic touch. Once they had limply removed their shirts and bras, I simply suggested they finish getting undressed before laying back down and discontinued my caresses. They snapped out of their daze pretty quickly, then glanced at each other after shedding their clothes. I was inspired by Kim's passing thought to provide them the magic touch, but not so they could use it on me. "With this lick," I said, licking Kim's right palm. "I temporarily grant," giving Renee's right hand a lick, "you both," lick, "the Timmy's magic touch," lick. "However," when Kim reached towards me with an evil look. "It only works on you two." "What?" Kim said astonished. "Really?" Renee said before reaching for Kim's petite breast. "Oh, Renee, don't do that," Kim moaned. "Stop or I'll.." "You'll what?" Renee said wickedly as she sent her other hand down to her friend's crotch. "This!" Kim gasped when she beat her to it. I watched as they played, losing their inhibitions towards touching each other's parts as they teased and pleasured each other as hard as they could. I knew they would turn out the way I had hoped, so once they had finger fucked each other enough, I asked them which one of them wanted to fuck. "You decide," they both said, crawling up to my face. "Okay... I choose... both of you." "Awwww!" Kim moaned, "Don't start that again!" "Yeah," Renee said. "And besides, you can't actually fuck us both first, now can you?" "Who said anything about me fucking?" They both took that in stride, probably because they half expected it from the way things were going so far. "We're not lesbians," Renee said firmly. "Yeah, and nothing you can say or do to us is going to change our minds," Kim added. "Oh really?" I said, changing my expression from that of a slight smirking smile to one of obvious displeasure. The effect of my changing of empathic signals was immediate. Their stern and stubborn faces began melting, their moods were extremely sensitive to my own. After letting them stew like that for a minute, I got up, went over to my pants, pulled out the double headed dildo and threw it on the bed between them. "Why are you doing this?" Renee asked anxiously. "You said you wouldn't make us do anything we didn't want to do.." I blinked at that, for I had been letting my personal desires overrule my personal morals and that was something which I had not experienced since my wipe. "I'm sorry," I said, switching my expression to a more apologetic one. "You're right. I won't push you into any more girl girl stuff, okay? If you do it, you do it because you want to do it, and not because I'm making you. "And I'll level with you both," I said, getting on the bed and crawling up between them. "I know you two compete against each other about boys and sex and stuff. I guess you can see how I was using that to get you this far.." "You bastard," Kim said. "You've been tricking us?" "Not exactly," I said, rubbing a leg on each of them with my magic touch on medium. "This isn't a trick, now is it?" "No.." Kim admitted. "I don't care if you were tricking us," Renee sighed as she laid back and unfolded her legs to give me full access. "I mean, I'm so hot for your cock, I'd probably..." "Oh no you don't!" Kim said, seeing she was about to lose. I didn't realize what she had in her hand until she impaled her best friend with it, then just as Renee recovered from the suddenness of her penetration, Kim lined herself up and mounted the fake organ between them. "KIM!" Renee cried before they both let out a deep groan from one of my earlier commands having initiated an orgasm the moment their two crotches touched. "I can't believe.." Renee said before another shutter of pleasure passed through her. "you did that," she finished huskily as she took her friend's nipples in-between her fingers and pinched them enough to cause Kim to hump her once more and trigger another orgasm. Kim fell forward on top of her, then after they both quaked again, they didn't hesitate on joining their lips in a suck lust frensy. I canceled my previous command, but they didn't seem to notice they weren't receiving their orgasms from simply humping their plastic cock inside each other. After watching the two fifteen year olds hump themselves senseless for twenty minutes, I was more than ready to fuck them without any further delay. Unfortunately they collapsed right when I was getting up to pull them apart and fuck one of them, and I had a moment of desperation finding they had worn themselves out. But then I spotted Renee's ass hole between the two lovely butt cheeks which were sticking up in the air. My eyes didn't leave her rose until I closed them as my tongue traveled over the virgin hole, my ears describing to me exactly what I had hoped they would hear. Kim was complacent about allowing Renee to be the first in that way. After all, Kim had won the game in a way Renee could never match, and the three of us knew they're would be no further competitions between them, they would just take turns at doing something first. I fucked Renee's ass and deposited my load inside her, then we all jumped in the shower and played. I never did get a chance to swap bodies with them, nor did I ever fuck Kim's ass. I had sex once more with them both the following week, but I found that they no longer need my empathic touches, for they had begun to explore a more sensual side of themselves, and yes that was initially through lesbian sex. But over the next six months, they lost interest in their new sex, and rediscovered boys in an entirely different way. I guess you could say I helped them discover love, but considering I was rediscovering love myself at the time, I can't really get the credit. They did it themselves. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 7 - Romancing a Lonely Heart (no sex) I was waiting outside the school building the next morning before anyone even was there to unlock the doors. After two hours of hard work, I was finished decorating her locker, then found a spot down the hall to hide and yet stand guard over my decorations so they wouldn't be messed with until Jennifer could see them. It still amazes me to recall how long I waited patiently before Jennifer finally came down the hall. The time was well spent, however, for not only had I stopped five assholes from messing up my work, I got to witness Jennifer's reaction which was very positive to say the least. She never saw me of course, and I didn't sign my work, so for the time being she wasn't sure who could have decorated her locker with hundreds of paper hearts and a small box of chocolates which I happily found she liked. The next morning she found her locker covered with pictures of flowers, filled with the sent of roses, and another box of chocolates inside. I allowed her to catch a fleeting glimpse of me walking down the hall after her initial thrill, but I gave no indication that I was the least bit interested at what was going on at her end of the hall. I spent the entire night there alone painting roses, butterflies, and hearts on the insides and the outside of her locker, using thick water based paints so it could be washed off and also wouldn't stink the next morning when she opened it. That caused quite a stir, I must say. All day long, people, albeit mostly girls, were talking about who this mysterious secret admirer some nobody freshman had could be. If I hadn't managed to get some caffeine capsules to keep me wide awake all day at school, I think a couple of people would have suspected me, especially when I noticed a group of girls carefully checking to see if anyone was asleep during lunch. Suzi of course knew, and I can't tell you how... good I felt from her approval of my methods, and even felt a little tenderness towards her from her affectionate kiss on my cheek just before we split up to go home for the day. I went home and collapsed, and slept until I got up three in the morning to go to work. After washing off my handiwork from the outside of her locker, I filled it with the real thing this time, but then had trouble fitting the box of chocolates in after getting all seventy-two roses inside, each one I had personally dethorned. This time after I watched her approach her locker and saw she was visibly disappointed by its external undecorated appearance, I abandoned my hiding place and slowly made my way to her locker for the show. Her shout followed by her wonderful and giddy laughter told me she had opened her locker, but I waited patiently outside the circle of curious onlookers looking for the right moment. I was absolutely filled with pleasure listening to her giggle and feeling her joy. She pulled every one of those roses out just so she could hold them all in her arms, several people helping her once she had so many in her arms that she couldn't grab and hold anymore without dropping the ones she had. The last rose had just been inserted into her out stretched arms when the five minute bell rang and people started to wander away. Her two girlfriends helped her as long as they could to get the roses back inside her locker, but ended up having to leave her with more than half of them still in her arms. "Oh! I can't just throw them away!" she pleaded with herself, then desperately started to pack them in as best she could. The bell rang just as half of them tumbled out, and I saw it was time to intervene from her frustrated cry. "It took me four hours to get them all in without them falling down, so stop wasting your time and have a chocolate," I said to her while holding the open box in front of her. "So it was you," she said, timidly glancing at me before taking a chocolate. "Do you believe I'm sincere?" I asked her. "Sincere of what?" she asked cautiously. "That I... That you.. I just think you're wonderful." "Why?" she asked honestly. "Why? Because. You're... I mean, you have.. And..." I paused to consider telling her the truth or not, finding that for once I didn't want spoil it by showing off my abilities. It occurred to me that it would probably make her think I was trying to trick her if I used my abilities somehow to explain what I could see and feel about her. In fact, I decided right then and there that because I couldn't actually affect her with my telepathy directly, she would probably reject a demonstration as something I had arranged. "Can't a guy just fall in love with a special girl and don't know why?" I finally said. "You fell in love with me?" she said with the most embracing and hoping look I had ever seen. "Ever since I first saw you, I knew you were special. And when I first heard your laugh, I felt like I wanted to love you. And now, after seeing your face light up, hearing you giggle and gasp from my little attempts to let you know how I feel, I honestly can say, yes, I love you Jennifer." "Wow," she breathed. "I've read things like this, but I never.. Wait a minute. Now I know who you are. You're that Tim somebody. The one that was supposed to be..." "Dead?" I said smiling. "Yeah, but lucky for me I'm not, otherwise I wouldn't be here talking to you. Uhm, I know this isn't the most romantic thing to say, but we both need to get to class." "Oh my GOSH! I have a TEST!" she said before staring down at the pile of roses. "Then I'll take care of your roses and clean up your locker while you're taking your test. Don't worry. I won't let a single rose get tossed." I watched her hurry down the hall, her throwing glances back over her shoulder every few yards and giving me this hopeful look. When she finally went out of sight, I sighed and sunk down to the floor with a smile on my lips. But once I had given myself a few moments to reflect, I got moving, picking out the best fourteen roses to leave in her locker, then quickly disposed of the rest. Yes, I know I had lied to her, but I had another sixty roses in my car that I could give her to replace them. Of course I didn't know when I would have time to dethorn them. I treated every morning like it was our anniversary, always finding something new to do while always providing her with a small box of eight chocolates. Every day I felt her get a little closer, every night I dreamed of us sharing our first kiss. I spent hundreds of dollars on the little things that made her gasp in delight. Whether it was jewelry, expensive candies, or one of the several love poems I wrote every night, her response was always the same. Happy and giddy with eyes full of life. On our one month anniversary, I met her outside her house on the way to her bus stop in a hot air balloon. As the balloon made its descent towards the big open field behind her house, her expression looking up at me filled me up with a feeling of magic, knowing she finally had accepted my love as simply that. "Need a lift to school?" I said as she ran towards me once the balloon had touched the ground. "I can't believe you did this!" she exclaimed with a smile from ear to ear. "You said you've always wanted to go for a ride in a hot aired balloon, and your wish is my command," I said, offering her my hands to help her in. "Ewwww!" she said excitedly as I picked her up and sat her down on the rim of the basket. When she turned around and hopped in, she found herself right there in front of me, her face stopping an inch from hitting my chest. I clearly heard her deeply inhale my sent before timidly backing up with her eyes pointed at her feet. "Hey, turn around and watch the ground as we take off," I said gently while turning her around with my hands. She was very aware of how closely I was standing behind her while the ground shrunk from under our stare, then once we were high enough in the air, I signaled down to the man waiting by the road below. "What is that?" Jennifer said when the buzzing noise became noticeable. "That is our way to get this unsteerable balloon to go where we want it to go," I said just as Midge popped into view. "It's a little helicopter," Jennifer said over Midge's buzzing sound. "How can that little thing pull this big thing?" "Don't be calling my baby little," I said defensively. "She may not look like much, but she has it were it count's." Just like we had practiced the evening before, Brad launched the harpoon like gun through the five foot loop at the end of the tow line, then slipped the other end of the harpoon's rope to the reinforced tie off I had installed. I inwardly sighed with relief when the balloon jerked under Midge's pull, having actually never tested pulling the balloon under full weight. "It's not quite as fast as the bus," I said, resting my chin on her right shoulder, "But you have to admit it's a nice change in scenery." "A very nice change," she said softly. "Would you like your box of chocolates now?" I asked. She slipped herself out from under my chin, then turned to face me with a troubled face. "What's the matter? Don't you like your balloon ride?" "I love it. I've loved everything you ever done for me. I just.." "What?" I said, lifting her chin so she would look at me. "I just don't understand... Why me?" "Oh, baby," I said, wiping the tear from her cheek. "I know it's hard for you to see, but you _are_ beautiful to me. When you look in the mirror, you see what you think everyone else sees. The larger than average nose, the slightly crooked eyebrows, the freckles plastering your skin, the thin pasty lips... "But have you ever seen what you look like when you smile? Have you ever seen how just a simple wink makes your face light up like it was the sun? You have such incredible beauty within you, and when you smile, that beauty leaks out and outshines your little imperfections. You are beautiful, Jennifer. My lovely Jennifer. Beautiful on the inside and out." She was staring in my eyes, her tears dripping out of hers, finding herself drawn towards me without fear or doubt. I felt that feeling form, that familiar loving feeling, then confirmed its formation as her lips touched mine. Our first kiss was there, floating above the earth in a hot air balloon, something which she had never read of before, but had known it was the perfect place for it to happen if ever there was to be. The kiss was short, but I knew it would only be the first of many, so I didn't feel any need to rush into getting another one. She turned around to watch the landscape float on by, then accepted my arms wrapping around her after I saw her shiver in the late November air. I still recall the feel of having that fourteen year old girl snuggling under my nearly eighteen year old man's grasp. She was so innocent, and everything concerning the relationship we had been building was an entirely new experience for her. The idea of sex never even crossed her mind, and that was perfectly fine with me. She was a romantic, something I wanted to be more of myself. We stood like that in complete silence the rest of the trip, surprisingly ending up only a half hour late to our first class. Brad missed more than that because he flew around in Midge after letting the tug line go. I knew I would regret transferring the experience to fly Midge into his head. He was hooked on Midge as much as I had been when I had flown Beany the first time. I had it really bad for her. I met her between classes, sometimes giving her a flower or a little paper figurine I had made in class, having found it easier just to memorize what the teacher did or said without having to write it down. No matter whether I brought her something or not, she always greeted me with her best smile and happy thoughts. Then on the day before Thanksgiving, she switched things around by surprising me. "Hi," she said cheerfully when I picked her up from her house. "Good morning," I said. "You look very pretty today." "You always say that," she said as she buckled up. "Sometimes I think I could stop combing my hair in the mornings and you'd still say I look pretty." "I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were getting tired of hearing it. I'll never say it again." "Oh, don't do that!" she said grinning. "I don't mind it at all." "What did your mom say about us going out Friday night?" I asked. "She's said... no." "Oh? Why?" I said suspiciously, feeling her excitement rising. "Because... She wants you to come to Thanksgiving dinner so she can meet you first!" she exploded. "I see," I said reservedly. "Don't you want to meet my mom and dad?" she said, seeing I wasn't necessarily thrilled with the idea. "Of course I do," I lied. "I just.. Oh, never mind. As long as you're there, I don't care where I am." She sighed a moment later, not a happy sigh, not a contented sigh, just a sigh. "What's the matter? Did I say something wrong?" "No," she sighed again. "I just feel.. Forget it. It's silly." "Tell me anyway," I insisted. "I feel like... Like this is all a dream or something. But I'm not the one dreaming, you are. I'm afraid you'll just suddenly wake up and... And then I'll be just plain old me again." "Tell me something?" I said after thinking a moment. "When you get up in the morning, what's the first thing that comes to your mind? The truth now, don't be shy or modest." "I guess I wonder what you're going to do to surprise me again that day," she admitted. "Do you know what I first think of in the morning?" "No. What?" "The same thing as you." She laughed, then said, "I thought you planned them days in advance." "Well, some of them I do. Like the balloon ride. That took two weeks to get ready for." "Tim?" "Yeah?" "I don't.." she said before choking up. "What? Don't cry, honey? Please?" She watched out the window as she recomposed herself, then once she had her sniffs under control she said, "I don't deserve you, you know." "Why? Tell me one good reason why?" I said, pulling into my parking spot. "Because," she said, getting emotional again. "You give me things, you make me feel like I'm someone really important, and I can't think of a single thing I've done to deserve... you." "I don't know how to answer that," I said after considering her words and drawing a blank. "I never expected you to give me back anything but one thing." "What?" she said cautiously. I didn't say anything, just kissed my finger tip, then touched her nose with it before reaching into the back seat to grab my books. When I looked back at her, she was turned away from me, shaking with what I thought were sobs. But then she turned back to me with this strange look of fear, hope, and of all things humor, and it struck me she was laughing for some reason I couldn't even wonder at. "Jennifer? What is it?" I said, instinctively reaching over to wipe away another tear. "I don't know!" she sobbed and laughed at the same time. "I've never been so happy in my life, but I'm scared of..." I stared in her eyes, seeing she was holding back something that was causing her misery and aiding to the fears concerning our relationship. "You're scared if you give me what I want, I'll lose interest in you. You dread thinking what you'd feel if I left you. Am I getting close?" "Sort of.." she said somberly, my frankness having shocked her into a more rational frame of mind. "Then... what?" I said very gently. She sighed, then surprised me by taking my hand in hers and examining it using both hands. I could tell she was stalling, trying to work her courage up to tell me something she feared I wouldn't care to hear. Finally she said, "My mom... She thinks you're just... She asks me why you are so nice to me, why you like me so much that you do... everything you do.. I can't answer her because I don't know myself.. And she keeps telling me you're just..." When she didn't continue and just sat there holding my hand without moving, I said as gently as I could, "I'm just what?" Slowly she lifted her eyes to mine, and as her eyes probed mine for my true feelings, I was severely tempted to form the empathic connection I was struggling to prevent. "She say's you're just going to take advantage of me," she said with eyes full of fear and hope. "And sometimes you think she could be right," I stated, not knowing how I should react from this. "Hmmm. This certainly will make Thanksgiving dinner a bit more interesting. Jennifer, if at any time you think I'm trying to take advantage of you, or push you in any way into doing something you feel is wrong, just say so and I swear it will stop right there without any hard feelings, okay?" She dropped her gaze down onto my hand still held inside hers, silently fidgeting with my hand for several long moments. Finally she said, "We better get to class," let my hand go, and opened the car door without another word. I sensed she was still deeply troubled by the way she kept her back to me while we made our way inside. So once we were in the door, I took her arm and pulled her aside into a nook in the wall where we could talk somewhat privately. "What?" she said a little agitated by my actions. I took a quick look around, then took off my coat and pulled my shirt out of my pants. Jennifer's eyes started to get big when I started to unbutton my shirt, but before she could fully react, I took her right hand, had her flatten it out, then placed it on my bare chest right over my heart. "You feel that?" I asked. "What?" she said in a tiny and nervous voice. "Your heart?" "It's not my heart anymore, Jennifer. For the past month it's belonged to you. Please... Don't let your mother or anyone else make you give it back. I only want it back if you don't want it any more, if that ever happens. I love you. I'll never purposely hurt you or take advantage of you. I don't know what else I can do to prove that to you besides ripping my heart out and handing it to you myself." I hadn't meant it as a joke, but she giggled at it, and I couldn't help but smile. And then we had one of those truly special moments. We stood there looking at each other's smiling faces, then without any warning we found our faces getting closer, our smiles slowly draining away until we had our second kiss with her hands against my bare chest. The thing about Jennifer was she really didn't like physical contact. She didn't have a complex about germs or getting sick from other people's diseases or anything. She just didn't like to touch other people, or to be touched by them. Sometimes I couldn't keep myself from displaying the frustration I felt when she shied away from my instinctive hugs or other physical forms of expressing my affection for her. So I kind of expected her sudden retraction of her hands once the kiss had ended, but after I buttoned up my shirt, I nearly broke down in tears of joy when she gave me a hug before leaving me to tuck my shirt back in. I was on cloud nine the rest of the day, and so was she I think. And after school while I drove her home, she was back to feeling at ease with me, maybe even a little more than before. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 8 - Giving Up the Throne (mf ff bodyswapping) Ever since I started taking Jennifer to and from school, I had my sluts meet me somewhere, usually either at their house or at mine about an hour or so after school. Since I had planned to spend the four day weekend with my family and Jennifer, I had insisted on doing most of the girls due those days on that Wednesday. I had been warning them all that I wasn't going to be doing these weekly fucks one on one much longer, and as I drove to my home, I completely forgot about everything but the four girls who would be waiting for me there when I arrived. After two months, Rachael was so tuned into my empathic signals that she knew exactly what would please me the most, sometimes better than I did myself, and like many of my other sluts, she couldn't say no to anything I asked. They weren't my slaves or anything. They simply were... addicted to me, and only when they needed their next fix did they find themselves unable to resist giving me anything I wanted. I admit that I was addicted myself to the sex after school everyday. And I guess not just to the sex, but how everyone of them went a little bit further each and every time. I kept expecting for one of them to draw the line somewhere, but I hadn't even detected one of them having a single regret about anything we did and I was beginning to think they never would no matter what. During the drive home, I came to the conclusion that seventeen girls was too many to handle even if every one of them accepted my ultimatum of three, four, and fivesomes. I decided I would attempt to break them of their addiction somehow after having one last fuck that night. The moment I saw all four of them anxiously waiting for me on the front steps, I knew this would be harder that I thought. I had been thinking I could try to push them too far somehow and use it to break their dependence. But this would be the first time for all of them to share me in obtaining their fix, and that fact seemed to magnify their willingness to do whatever I asked. Rachael, Jesse, Amy, and Bonnie were all expecting just a quick fuck. But I decided if nothing else, I wanted to reveal to them my telepathic abilities, then if they agreed, use my telepathy to condition them to live without my empathic smile after one last round of some really hard core sex. Even though Rachael and Bonnie had been in the Golden Girls back when Joey and I had had our fun with them, neither of them had any idea of what I could do, and after Kim and Renee refused my offer of weekly sex, I had refrained from telling any of the new girls about my abilities too. But these four I knew were too addicted to be disturbed by my abilities too much, so the first thing I did was to announce they would be staying the night. They all flinched at that, but none of them even attempted to argue with me, just accepted they had to stay, and I gave Bonnie a good long smile when she was the first to ask to use the telephone so she could arrange it. Amy was the only one who had trouble getting permission to stay the night, her mother having been outraged at the mere suggestion. I ended up getting on the phone and having to "convince" her it was what she wanted, then handed the phone back to Amy and watched the surprise flow across her pretty sixteen year old face as her mother gave her blessing wholeheartedly. Once the phone calls were finished, I smiled at all four of them as they stood there waiting for me to explain what we were going to do next, all of them embracing the smile by smiling back, and after a few moments closing their unfocused eyes while swooning in pleasure. "You all know that all of you are here for the same reason, and that's to fuck. We're going to do that, but I'm also going to level with you about a few things first. Rachael, what was it about me that made you want to have sex with me?" "I guess that would have to be the way you made me feel when you walked by and smile at me..." she said, finding the other three agreeing with her. "When I smiled a moment ago, all four of you closed your eyes and smiled like you were experiencing a long slow orgasm. You know you all are basically addicted to my smile now, don't you?" They kind of looked at each other, then after a moment Jesse said, "I didn't think about anyone else being that way, but I guess I knew I was.." "Me too," Amy said. "I mean, most of the time I'm fine, but all I can think about right now is how much I want to.. feel how your smile makes me feel.." "But I want to fuck too," Bonnie interrupted. "It's like the smile and fucking go together. If I don't get both..." "I know," I said while giving them another dose. "But to tell you the truth, you only think that is true because I wanted you to believe that. Like I said, I'm going to level with you. I'm going to tell you everything you want to know and explain what all I can do. And then we're going to see if we can work out how to break your dependence on my smile." They all flinched again at that, but just like last time they didn't dare disagree even though they were convinced it wouldn't work. As I lead them to the study, I told them about the golden girl dance Joey and I had worked out. Bonnie kept interrupting with her astonished claims of remembering something I had just described, and even though Rachael had remembered some of it before, I knew she was listening very closely while the rest of those memories surfaced as I spoke of them. I didn't tell them how we had gotten the girls to do it, just described the dance to them, sometimes getting a little help from the two who had experienced it. Jesse wasn't sure if she believed all of it, and Amy thought I was trying to trick them and Rachael and Bonnie were just in on it. We had just walked into the study when Amy exclaimed, "How did you get them to do all that, then forget they had done it? Wow!" she said just noticing her surroundings. Jesse and Rachael were both quite familiar with the study since I had fucked them both on several occasions in there, but it was the other two's first visit to my home, so I waited to answer her question until we were on the cushions getting comfortable. I laid down on my side facing them, then thought to them, "This is not a trick. I'm telepathic, and it's much more than just sending you my thoughts and reading yours. Amy still thinks I'm tricking her, so I'll prove it to all of you right now. "Yes, I've taken control of your bodies for a moment, but you are not scared. See? I can control your mind as well as your body, that's why you're now completely calm about this, not worried at all about how you're body is removing all your clothing all by itself. There. Now that you are all naked, I'm going to turn your bodies and minds back over to you, then I'll answer your questions before we move on to the next step." Oh, the questions they had.. First they wanted to know what all I had done to them, then there were the standard "What else can you do?" and "How long have you had it?" kind of questions. I told them as much as I felt would be safe, and avoided mentioning anything which might bring up even more questions when I could. I had the lights down pretty low in order to help them feel more at ease with their nudity, and after a while they began to relax and enjoy laying around on the satin and velvet cushions in the nude like that. We were talking about Suzi's election to class President last year when I realized we had gotten off track, but all I had to do was smile to remind them the reason we were there. Empathy comes in two forms. There's the body language kind that everyone has and uses, then there's the kind I have which I still have no clue in how it works. Anyway, what the girls had learned to tune into was my body language, and I admit in the beginning I had been faking every bit of it. But I quickly found I was doing it automatically, and by this time I would have had to concentrate to stop. Even in the dark like that, all four of them knew I was getting horny, almost as if they too were telepathic. They all thought it was funny when I mentioned this to them, but it didn't divert their attention from our growing arousal one bit. "In a moment, I'm going to undo what I did to you to keep you from getting scared when I took your bodies over. Please try and stay calm when I do. I promise I won't do anything else without you agreeing to it first. Okay?" They all gave some sign of acknowledgement, then I carefully watched each one of them as I undid my calming commands. It took a while for them to regain their nerve, Rachael and Jesse being the firsts to feel comfortable again with the situation, followed by Bonnie when Rachael mentioned she thought the topless dancing had been a fun thrill. But Amy ended up asking if she could go home after the others had accepted my word and tried to help me get her to feel at ease. My first instincts were to just help her believe telepathically, but my moral consciousness prevented me from doing so, and I came up with something better in the end. "I'll let you go home if you really want to, Amy. But I would like you to try something first if you will give me the benefit of the doubt." "What?" she said, already getting dressed. "When I first discovered my abilities, one of the first things I explored was sharing thoughts with my best friend, then later Suzi who I had fallen in love with. Suzi and I started sharing more that just thoughts, but our bodies too. I'd just like to give you the chance to... look around in my mind and see that you really don't have anything to be afraid of. I don't remember everything yet, and some of the things I do remember are not... pleasant. So its up to you. Anybody can go home if they want to. I'd never stop you." To my disappointment, she didn't take me up on my offer, and just restated she wanted to go home. I called a limo for her, and walked her to the door, then found her hesitating to just leave like that. "Having second thoughts?" I said, then instantly regretted my words. "No," she said apologetically. "I'll see you around at school, okay?" I nodded to her, understanding her real meaning was she would have to think about it and might accept my offer later if she felt better about it. "Well, she's gone," I said to the others when I rejoined them. "Her loss," Rachael said while crawling up to me and fondling my crotch. Jesse went a step further than Rachael by trying to suck my cock, then after the other two saw they better join in or miss out, I just laid on my back and let them go to town. I wouldn't let any of them fuck me yet, and they each gave their best attempts at blowing me to make me cum. I passively waited them out until Rachael and Jesse were trying to do a topless dance for me while Bonnie secretly masturbated herself under the cover of some of the cushions. At that point, I looked Bonnie in the eyes and said, "What would you say if I asked you if I could trade bodies with you for a while?" She stared at me a few moments before nervously asking, "What did you say?" "Will you trade bodies with me for a little while?" "I..." The other two had stopped their dance and held their breath waiting for her response. "I guess so," she said, looking down at my semi hardon. I then looked over at the two speechless dancers and said, "I know neither of you have any interest in lesbian sex, but while I am..." "I'll do it if you later trade with me too," Rachael offered. "Me too," Jesse said a moment later. "I've always wondered what it would be like to be a man." They all basked in the empathic smile I hadn't intended to give them, then Rachael and Jesse both sank down and removed their panties they had put on for the dance while Bonnie waited anxiously for me to begin. Bonnie closed her eyes when I started forming the links, so I did as well before making the switch. She gasped after feeling her cock surge from her arousal, then fondled her staff while gaping at her own body walking over to Jesse and give the nervous black girl a heavy french kiss. It took Jesse longer than I expected to get comfortable feeling Bonnie's soft feminine body against hers as we kissed. I was concentrating so much on Jesse's feelings that I never noticed when Bonnie lost her inhibitions and started fucking Rachael's eager puss at a fast pace. But when I noticed the humping next to us, I was inspired by it and decided to go for the double headed dildo and do some fucking myself. Jesse seemed more agreeable to this anyway, and I have to admit I enjoyed it more myself than the foreplay. Yeah, feeling that hard plastic tool sliding back and forth inside my fuck hole really pleasured me in a way I hadn't remembered feeling before despite the awkwardness of it not being attached to anything. Jesse really got into it herself, and before I realized what she was doing, she had it in her butt. That kind of ended our fuck since her ass was far tighter than Bonnie's wet cunt could hold and move the dildo in and out of. She was disappointed when I got up, but then forgot all about it when I told Bonnie her time was up. Bonnie wasn't too happy with that, but she knew better than complain since she had cum inside Rachael once. Rachael seemed a little uncomfortable when I pulled the dildo out of my newly acquired black ass and approached her, for not only was she unsure about the girl girl sex, but having it with a black girl at that. She wasn't really a bigot or anything. She just wasn't attracted to black men let alone women. So I didn't rush into kissing her like I had with Jesse. "It's okay, Rachael," I offered when she looked away from me guiltily. "When I first met Jesse, she wasn't interested in white guys and almost turned me down. Just close your eyes a minute, and let me do what I did to her our first time, okay?" "Uh-huh.." she gulped with a nervous hint of a smile. With her eyes shut, I gently guided her to lay down, then tenderly caressed her cheek with my soft hand. She visibly relaxed by the time I was running my fingers through her hair which I had just learned she enjoyed, and then she only tensed up a moment when I brushed my cheek against hers. I tenderly caressed her face with my own for a while before carefully sliding my body on top of hers and then waiting for her to relax again. She did so almost immediately, then giggled slightly when I started moving my breast back and forth across hers. Her amusement quickly turned to surprise as she found herself enjoying more than she though she ever could. And when I started rubbing my entire body up and down hers, she opened her eyes and watched me until she couldn't take any more. I quite honestly was surprised when pulled me down to her and slipped her tongue in my mouth, but I went with it right away, and really enjoyed her enthusiastic fucking with our plastic dick. When I approached Bonnie in Rachael's sweat covered body after Rachael had gotten up to fuck Jesse's rear, Bonnie laid there with that freshly fucked look but spread her legs invitingly to my delight. I really enjoyed licking the freshly deposited seed from her cunt, getting an untold number of wicked cusses while I drove her to orgasm more than once with my magic touch. And then she proved herself worthy of being one of my sluts by suckling on my tits fingering my cunt before giving me the best cunt licking I could remember at the time. We ran out of energy pretty soon after that, so with everyone in our own bodies we ate dinner and then watched TV for a while in the nude. Bonnie had just crawled over to me and asked if I was planning to take her ass when Amy walked into the study and nonchalantly asked if there was any more fucking planned for the night. "We were just discussing that," I told her, seeing how desperate she felt to get her empathic hit and fuck. "I take it you're feeling better about what I can do?" "I'm here, aren't I," Amy said with just a quiver to her voice. "You do have some kind of hold over me, over all of us, and that really bothers me. But I can't fight you any more," she said while removing her clothes. "I just want to get this over with so I can spend the weekend without wishing you'd stop by and fuck me like a goat." "A goat?" Bonnie echoed. "Just a figure of speech," Amy added with a touch of embarrassment. "Baaaa," Rachael said softly as Amy crawled over to me on all fours. I was... disturbed by the sincerity of her words. So disturbed I wasn't paying attention to the girls as I contemplated how to remedy the growing problem this empathic addiction had caused. "Amy, stop a moment, please?" I said when I realized she was licking my cock's head. She complied to my request, but from the look in her eyes I saw she wasn't going to keep control of herself much longer. And as I looked around at the others, I could see they all had started to feel the need to fuck, hoping they'd all get another chance at fucking with my dick at least. I knew it had gone to far at that point. I needed to reason with them rationally without their elevated desires messing their thinking up. So I flipped off their sex drives and waited for their shock to pass. Amy started to cry almost immediately, and it wasn't until we were all dressed and in the living room that she settled down enough for me to talk to them. "What did you do to us?" Rachael asked first with some emotion slipping into her voice. "I'm sorry, I really am. I wish I had realized what this was doing to you before... Right now, the part of your mind that generates signals of arousal is... turned off. I can't leave it like that for too long, but this will only take a few minutes... I know this is hard for you to understand, but I never intended all this to happen." "What do you want from us?" Bonnie said after a few moments of silence. "To be perfectly honest, nothing. The question is, what do you want? I can... adjust you so you're not addicted to my smile anymore and also remove your craving to have sex with me. Before I turned your sex drives off, you would probably have said no and eventually become so addicted... Well, that won't happen, but its up to you to decide exactly what you want to happen." Bonnie surprisingly was the first to admit that while she wasn't comfortable about the idea of being addicted to the sex, she never really regretted it either. One by one they more or less said the same thing, and I quickly found myself getting nowhere. "I wish I could make people feel good with a smile," Jesse thought out loud. "I wish you could too," Rachael said. "You, me, my sister... everyone..." They all just kind of looked at each other, then looked at me thinking the same thing. "Let's think about this a minute," I cautioned them. "What if someone cracks a joke and then you walk in and everyone looks at you with a smile on their face. You probably would pass out from the intensity, or if anything else cause you to have a very embarrassing moment. But I think you have the right idea. Who can you trust to give you a smile regularly without taking advantage of you?" After a long and complicated discussion, they agreed they would have to help each other in that way and we started working out the details. By midnight that night, they were giving each other warm smiles with abandon I was... pleased that it seemed to be working out. Almost as an afterthought, I turned their sex drives back on and then watched as their warm smiles became increasingly suggestive. When Bonnie reached for Rachael's crotch while she was transfixed under her smile, I flipped the switch back off and waited for them to talk. "What did you do that for?" Rachael groaned when Bonnie snapped her hand away. "I... I..." Bonnie stuttered. "Not you. Him," Rachael said exasperated. "Don't you think I knew what you were doing Bonnie?" As Bonnie gave her another warm smile, Amy exclaimed, "Come on Tim! I want to get this over with." "Are you all sure you want to do this?" I asked them. "Jesse?" "Well, I'm not saying I like the idea, but it goes with the smile, you know? I figured that's what it would end up being before I agreed to it. I don't think I'll stop liking guys." The others Murmured their agreement, then without another word I flipped their switches back on and watched them lure each other into fondling each other's parts. In order for me to get any action for myself, I had to use my own smile. But that was okay, for no matter what they were willing to do with each other, they still preferred my cock. And after a while they all got tired, so I broke out the drink and fucked each one of them in the butt before we all piled into my bed to sleep. Before they left the next afternoon, I added a few safeguards to my programming. The pleasurable affects of their smiles would decline sharply if repeated too often by a particular person, and eventually none of their smiles would produce anything beyond what anyone else's did. In the following few weeks, I successfully gave all my sluts the same power over each other, and only two of them didn't go for the girl-girl sex which I did not have anything to do with directly. The rest had naturally associated the sex with the smiles, and despite my programming, a few of them still get together for a lesi holiday once in a while. Strangely enough, the only one who went lesbian in the end was Debbie, the class slut. Nope. Didn't see that one comin' either. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tim, the Teenage MC By Rass Senip Chapter XVII: 12th Grade, Fall 1988 Part 9 - Thanksgiving at the Corrigan's (no sex) Emotions. As far as I could see, the only thing they did was cause confusion in one's life. At least that's what I believed while I pulled up in front of Jennifer's house at 3:00 p.m. the next afternoon. While I certainly was no where near being "normal" in the emotion department, the nervousness I was experiencing from officially meeting Jennifer's parents forced me to admit that I had them, and I couldn't control them like I once had. Thankfully Jennifer answered the door when I rang the bell, but her father was right there behind her, triggering a slight surge of nerves which caused me to slightly trip on the step coming in. Embarrassment... Now that hadn't been an emotion I had considered having to control until after I had lurched forward at Jennifer and nearly bumped my head into hers. My embarrassment wasn't from the fact I had been clumsy, but from the way it could have appeared to have been... sexually motivated to her father. Mr. Corrigan was very warm and friendly, however, and naturally had seen it exactly as it had been, as an accident. I appreciated his attempt at humor with his line, "falling for my daughter are you?" and so I gave him one of my empathic smiles for his trouble. Wow. I instantly saw where Jennifer got her smile from. Not to mention her red hair. You can certainly see the resemblance between Jennifer and her father, especially when they're both smiling. Suddenly, my babe radar made this huge bleep when Jennifer's sister walked into the entryway to see what all the fuss was about. No wonder Jennifer thought she was unattractive! Just one look at her sister and you just want to drool... Lee and I were introduced, and while I was giving her the once over with my eyes, Lee's eyes gave me the once over too. Our eyes met for a few moments, and we discovered they were speaking the same language and both saying, "You're pretty hot. Care to fuck?" But then we glanced at Jennifer, and we both felt a little ashamed of ourselves. Without having to say a word, we both agreed we were off limits to the other and basically tried to forget about it from that point on that night. As we entered their living room, I felt as if I had walked into the shadow of a big dark storm cloud from the way Jennifer's mother seemed to darken everyone's mood. Mrs. Corrigan stood in the doorway leading to the kitchen with her arms crossed, a wooden spoon in her left hand, wearing an apron and tightlipped smile. "Well, so this is the Tim I've been hearing so much about," she said, trying to sound friendly, yet not too friendly. "Yes ma'am," I said respectfully, opening up every empathic sense I had to read her intentions, yet not wishing to know what she was thinking. "Thank you for inviting me for your Thanksgiving dinner." "You're welcome," she said after a mild hesitation. "Would you like something to drink?" "No, thank you," I responded, seeing she was responding well to my polite and well mannered replies. "I should be fine until dinner. I wouldn't want to spoil my appetite." "Well then.. Dinner should be ready around five. Lee, could help your father bring the extra chair in here? I'm in the middle of making my pumpkin pies." "Yes, mother," Lee said with a touch of annoyance in her voice. Jennifer and I just stood there until her mother went back to the kitchen and Lee and her father went back into the hall. "She likes you," Jennifer said in a hushed yet excited voice. "How can you tell?" I asked since I was still trying to sort out what my empathic senses were telling me. Jennifer motioned me to sit on the couch, but then instead of sitting next to me on it, she sat down in the only chair in there. "Well, for one, the only time we ever bring the good chair in here is when my Aunt or someone like that visits. Lee brings boyfriends to dinner all the time, and we've never brought the good chair in for them. They always had to sit on the floor or something..." Jennifer temporarily lost herself in a memory of such an occasion, and after catching her smiling about it, I asked her what she had been thinking about. "Oh, just this one boyfriend of Lee's... He couldn't do anything right. The first thing he did when he got here was kiss Lee on the lips in front of my mom and dad. During dinner, he kept trying to play footsy with Lee, but ended up kicking mom in the shin..." She giggled, then said, "And then after dinner, he laid down on the couch to watch TV, then told my mom to find her own seat when she came out of the kitchen to join us. You should have seen his face when mom ran into the kitchen and came back with the butcher's knife." I laughed, not because I found it funny, but because Jennifer was laughing too and she always laughed a lot longer if I laughed with her. When Lee and their dad came in huffing with the recliner chair they had been sent to get, I instantly got up and helped them, then found myself having to take over for Lee when she just kind of let go and walked away. "I could have helped you with it if I had known," I began while Mr. Corrigan collapsed in it to catch his breath. "No.. You're the guest," he gasped. "We do this.. All the time.. Don't we pumpkin?" "Yes daddy," she said with a grin. I was about to ask what she was grinning about when she mouthed the words as her father spoke them. "I think we'll just leave it in here for now on. No sense of putting it back just to move it again." "Yes, daddy," Jennifer said again as I shared in her grin. I sat back down on the couch, letting her dad keep the recliner when he offered, then was surprised to find Jennifer sitting down next to me. Mr. Corrigan asked about the balloon rental and stuff, and I ended up talking about Midge before Mrs. Corrigan came out and turned the TV on. She flipped through the channels until she found one she liked, then turned around and studied us a moment before asking "Where's Lee?" "She went to her room," Mr. Corrigan said carefully. "Oh?" she said, sending out waves and waves of irritation. "And why did she do that?" When no one answered, she huffed and then headed towards the hall, obviously heading for Lee's room. Mr. Corrigan sighed, then got up saying, "I'll be right back," and followed her. Suddenly there was a lot of shouting, and for a moment I thought something was terribly wrong from the way Jennifer had jumped to her feet. But then she just sat down on chair like she had before, and I suddenly understood what that was all about. "You can't sit next to me on the couch when no one else is in here, can you?" "Just when my mom or dad is in here with us," she admitted as the arguing continued. "And you're not allowed to go to your room without permission?" "That's not what they're arguing about," she sighed. "This happens all the time in this house. Lee and mom.. They just don't get along very well." A door slams, then the arguing sputters out as they grow nearer, then the three of them walk into the room like nothing had happened at all. Well, that's not really true, but if I hadn't have know it had been them arguing, I would have sworn someone else had been back there doing all of the yelling. We all watched the TV in silence for the next forty or so minutes, then a timer went off in the kitchen, and Mrs. Corrigan dutifully gets up without a hesitation and goes back to her kitchen to work. "Sorry you had to listen to all that," Lee said from the other side of Jennifer. "Uhm, no problem," I replied, finding that even though their mother had left the room, there was still a feeling of tension. I considered my options at diffusing the situation, then after scanning the local neighborhood for someone with a knack for witty comebacks, I ran it by her, then gave the appropriate witty response. "At least if you guys ever have a fire, you won't have any problem raising the alarm." After Mr. Corrigan's extended chuckle died out, I asked him, "So, do you referee all of the matches, or just the big ones?" "Actually, I just stand there and make sure they don't start throwing things," he said. "He's not joking, either," Lee said. There was a stretch of silence, then Jennifer suddenly jumped to feet and said, "Oh! Tim, come and see my room! I want you to see.." "Absolutely not!" her mother said from the doorway. "You know boys are not allowed in a girl's bedroom, no exceptions!" "But mom..." Jennifer whined. "You heard me.. NO!" Mrs. Corrigan exclaimed after hesitating from what I interpreted to be shock over Jennifer's simple whine. Jennifer sat down next to me in a dejected huff, and I had to struggle against my desire to hold her to comfort her. That was pretty much how the whole evening went too. Jennifer wouldn't tell me what it was she had wanted me to see, and after finding it just made her feel worse to ask her about it, I dropped it and didn't mention it again. I felt like I was on trial or something, always being careful at what I said or did, and constantly having to hold myself back when I wanted to express my affection towards Jennifer in any way other than a smile. I have to admit, however, that Mrs. Corrigan wasn't all that a bad of hostess. The meal was superb, and afterwards we all watched a rented movie with popcorn, and later we had some homemade ice cream that was like nothing I had ever had before. When it was time for me to go, I was pretty worn out, and I could tell Jennifer was too. But when her mother suggested Jennifer could walk me out to my car, we both got very excited seeing it as her seal of approval for our relationship to continue. I guess we must have put down our guards once we were outside and walking hand in hand to my car, going as slowly as we could without being too obvious about it. For once we finally reached my car, we told each other goodnight at least three times before it happened again... Magic... That's what it always felt like whenever we found ourselves being pulled towards each other's lips. And when our lips met and our hands gently took hold of the other so we wouldn't fall apart, it was like there was nothing else in the universe but our kiss. That universe was shattered moments later when her mother shrieked, "JennifER! Get your BUTT in here this MINUTE!" Jennifer jerked herself away from me, then spent a few moments in complete confusion and indecision. Then her mother called her name out in a warning tone, and when Jennifer looked desperately at me, I gently said, "Go on. Everything will be all right. You'll see." I drove home replaying the scene of Jennifer turning away from me as she began to sob, asking myself why I had just stood there until the front door had slammed shut without trying to defend out actions or anything. Her mother had figured we had been purposely holding ourselves back while we were there, and had suggested Jennifer to walk us out knowing she would catch us in the act like that. I couldn't understand why her mother would be so... Shit, I guess when it all comes down to it, she thought she was protecting her daughter from getting hurt, but to go to such extremes.. Well, let's just say I wasn't about to end it with Jennifer like her mother had ordered her to do. Over that next week, Jennifer kept going back and forth between following her mother's orders and not, and since I couldn't pick her up and take her home, we really didn't spend that much time together at all that week since half of the time she avoided me. The following Monday, I was just about ready to go and have it out with her mother when the most unexpected thing happened. Jennifer's mother... died. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----