Message-ID: <25604asstr$965092202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: michaeld38@aol.communism (MichaelD38) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000731153012.11332.00003666@nso-fi.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Vector, ch.9 {MichaelD} (2/2) Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: kelly, IceAltar --- Vector Copyright 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization --- Victor returned to his bedroom to find Meredith still out cold on his bed. He sat down beside her and began the second half of this task. When he first tried to alter her memory, he suddenly discovered that he wasn't quite sure what he was doing. Was this chemistry, physics or something else? To put something into the pond of her mind, he had to bring it in from somewhere else. But what exactly was he bringing in, and in what form? He probed deeper, again descending to the quantum level of her consciousness. He wasn't quite sure what he was seeing--he had no terms in his vocabulary to put labels on any of it--but there was indeed something solid there. He could see the physical underpinnings of her memories. Slowly and carefully, he began to work, watching the changes in the pond above him. Meredith liked to visit the beach on occasion to work on her tan. She didn't have a car, so she usually took the bus or bummed a ride from a friend. Victor's house was not so far from the beach in Santa Monica, and he sometimes enjoyed going running along the sand. For all he knew, he had once seen her out there sunbathing. Out of the particles of her mind, Victor spun a memory of the two of them meeting on the beach that afternoon. They talked, they flirted, and Victor invited her back to his house. He made her a late lunch, and then, perhaps tired from her hike up from the beach, she had taken a nap on his bed. He searched for the memories of her having appeared naked in his house, finding them drifting slowly down from the surface of her mind. Recent and fuzzy, they were easily erased. The last thing to do was dress her appropriately. He reached out to the real Meredith Carnaghan in Pasadena, finding the clothes she might have worn on such an outing, selecting a lime green bikini, a pair of shorts, and a baggy pullover. He destroyed the clothes she had on and dressed her in the new ones. Finally he stripped out of his pajamas and put on some normal clothes. A gentle prod at her mind pulled her out of the unconscious state he had been keeping her in. Her eyes fluttered open. "Have a good nap?" he asked, trying to act natural. She sat up slowly, looking around the room. Then she put a hand to her head, rubbing it. "Yeah. Wow. God, I was out cold. I didn't think I was that tired." "You've been asleep for about two hours." "Really? Wow, I'm sorry." She ran her hand through her long red hair a few times. Then she looked at Victor again. A smile creased her lips. "I'm surprised you let me sleep." "Why?" "Usually when I pass out on guy's beds, I don't wake up still dressed." He grinned. "It's all right. I was just working." She slid off the bed and looked around. Victor could sense--if not quite see--some slight disorientation in her, as if she thought she knew where she was but didn't quite see things the way she remembered. Yet she seemed to be blaming it on her "nap," having slept deeply enough to affect her recollection. She looked out the bedroom window. "You have a pool? Huh. I didn't notice." "Want to take a dip? It might help you wake up." She turned around to face him again. "Would you mind?" "Go right ahead." He showed her into the backyard, watching as she stripped down to her bikini and waded into the water. She wet her hair and rinsed her face a few times, then took in the pool and landscaping he had constructed only a few minutes before. She seemed impressed. Victor followed her out after a moment. "Are you thirsty? Want something to drink?" "Sure. What have you got?" Inwardly, Victor grinned. "Name it. Whatever you want." "Anything?" "I have quite a bar." "Well . . . this might be too much, but . . . do you have any daiquiri mix?" "What flavor?" The hopeful disbelief in her eyes turned him on more than anything he had seen so far. "Banana?" "Give me a minute." Victor returned to the house. He could have conjured a banana daiquiri out of thin air, but he decided to do it the hard way. His house, having been built in the 1920's, had a wet bar in one corner of the living room, but he had never really used it. In a few moments, he filled it with several dozen kinds of liquor. Another mental push popped a blender into existence. He filled the little refrigerator under the bar with ice, conjured up a few bananas, and a minute later, had a fresh pitcher of banana daiquiris. Then he created some appropriately stylish glasses and returned to the pool, feeling quite proud of himself. Meredith was hanging on the edge of the pool waiting for him. He squatted down and handed her the drink. She took a sip. "Thanks. That's pretty good." Victor set the pitcher down on the patio table. "Tell me what it is you do again?" Meredith asked. "I'm sorry if I wasn't listening before." "I teach English at U.S.C., but I'm thinking of retiring. Or at least cutting back. I don't really need the money anymore." She looked around the backyard again. Victor could see the wheels turning in her head without even trying to read her mind, though he could sense what she was thinking easily enough. He had to keep reminding himself that she hadn't even existed a few hours ago. "This is a pretty nice place." "Thanks. But I'm thinking of moving. I'd like some place bigger." Another spark of interest grew in her eyes. "Where?" "Along the beach. I just haven't decided where exactly. It's not a question of money, just a question of what I want." She took another sip of her drink and gave him a flirty smile. "Are you going to come in?" "I might." "Why don't you? It's nice." Victor went inside to get his swim trunks and returned to the backyard. Meredith watched as he stepped into the pool, not even trying to pretend that she wasn't staring at his newly reconstructed body. He probed a little into her mind and saw that she wasn't faking it, at least not completely. She was impressed, but she was also deliberately trying to let him know that she found him attractive, and that sent a primal thrill through his gut. "You're in pretty good shape," she said. "I try." He floated toward her, and she turned away from the pool edge to face him, smiling slyly. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?" "Fifty-one." Her eyes swelled in disbelief. "No way." She wasn't faking her amazement now. "You sure as hell don't look it." "Thanks." She drifted closer to him, letting her arms float out to the side. In a moment or two she was only a few inches away, arms floating above his. He put his hands on her waist, and she rested hers on his shoulders. He looked into her pale blues eyes, and through them, seeing a mixture of arousal and nervousness, hope and apprehension. This close, her beauty was almost intoxicating. Then they closed the gap, coming together in a kiss. Meredith slipped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. Her breasts weren't quite as big as Leslie's--she was more athletic and toned, but just as carefully put together. She let herself float in his arms, spreading her knees and hooking her feet around Victor's legs. He stroked her back slowly as they kissed, avoiding the string of her bikini top for now. When he brought a hand around to cup her breast, he could feel her nipple immediately, hard and stiff in the cool water of the pool. Meredith removed one hand from Victor's neck and reached behind her head. Not breaking their kiss, she tugged the knots out of the bikini strings. Her top came away in Victor's hand, and a moment later she was topless in his arms. She pulled away from him a bit to allow him to fondle her. Her breasts seemed to fit his hand exactly, smooth and firm. Her nipples were dark red now, like little rocks between his fingers. He tweaked them slowly as Meredith continued kissing him. He let a hand slip down, finding the strings of her bikini bottoms. He took one knot between his thumb and forefinger. Meredith seemed to tense up slightly in his arms but didn't stop him. He pulled out one knot, then the other, and her bottoms floated away slowly. She stopped kissing him and giggled slightly, keeping her forehead pressed against his face. "I'm naked." "Are you?" "What are you going to do with me now that you've taken all my clothes off?" "What would you like?" "I'm getting cold in the water without anything on." "We could go inside." "And warm up in your bed." She giggled again and kissed him. Victor backed up to the pool steps and prepared to carry her out. He expected his back to protest as he lifted her from the water, but he discovered that his new and enhanced body was quite equal to the task. Meredith continued kissing him until they reached the bedroom and he set her down on the bed. She kept a grip on him as he set her down, sitting right on the edge. She took the waist of his swimming trunks in her hands and tugged them down. Victor's new penis was rising to attention, and he savored the look of surprise on Meredith's face as she got a good look at it. She looked up at him nervously, biting her lower lip in giggly apprehension. "Wow." "Not too much?" "Let's find out." She lowered her mouth over the end of it, and the sudden change in temperature made Victor's legs wobble. She took as much into her as she could, then withdrew slowly, sucking on him. His hands came together in her damp hair, feeling the bobbing motions of her head. She worked on him for a minute or two, up and down, massaging her tongue against him. Victor looked into her mind, wondering what was going through her head at a moment like this. What he found surprised him a little: she really wanted to impress him. She was trying very hard to make him enjoy this, and in the back of her mind she was worrying that she wasn't good enough, wasn't experienced enough for a man of Victor's age. He had to bite his lip to keep from giggling. He pulled her off after another moment or two, and she looked up at him, smiling. He moved toward her, and she backed up onto the bed. They lay together, wriggling against each other and using the sheets to dry themselves. Then Meredith sat up beside him, pulled her long red hair around her head, and bent down to resume her oral attentions. Victor lay back and let her work. In his mind, he pulled back a little and reached out to see what was going on in his body. He watched the hormones flowing, the blood pumping through his groin. He wondered what da Vinci had done to give Victor such stamina in his encounters with Leslie. The answer suggested itself quite quickly--the anatomy was really not that complicated. It was a simple matter of rearranging his internal plumbing a little, rerouting a couple of nerves and arteries. It took but a second or two to manage, but Victor immediately felt the difference. It was like regaining the use of an arm after it had fallen asleep, like suddenly gaining a new limb. His penis no longer felt like an organ with a mind of its own. It now felt no different than his hand, something he could control at will. Meredith was still fellating him eagerly, showing no interest in stopping. He looked into her mind and realized that she was trying to get him off. She didn't really seem to care about herself, and the flavor of that intention struck Victor as odd. He probed a bit further, looking deeper into her sexual memories. He almost wished he hadn't. Meredith, despite her recent promiscuity, did not seem to enjoy sex very much. She liked hanging out with men, and she enjoyed the attention she got, but it seemed like she could take or leave the sex. Sex to her seemed to be just something she used to get guys to pay attention to her. Scanning through her memories showed no significant pleasures on her part. As he looked further into her mind, he sensed something deeper and darker underneath all of that, something that he realized was tied to her low self-esteem and general sense of hopelessness, to her feeling that she was nothing but a pretty face and a hot body. But it was hidden down in the bowels of her mind, hiding from everything behind a wall of denial and refusing to even acknowledge its existence. Victor forced his way into it and immediately realized he should have known better. At first all he got were flashes of something, images that made no sense. A bearded man--her stepfather?--standing in her room long after dark. Removing his clothes. Whispering to her. A younger Meredith looking down at herself. The man climbing into bed with her despite her attempts to keep him away. Through it all raged a torrent of emotions, pain, disgust, self-loathing, anger, despair. Victor was so horrified at what he had suddenly immersed himself in that he started in shock, jerking back out of her mind. Meredith stopped what she was doing and looked up at him. "What's wrong? What did I do?" He looked down at her, suddenly feeling both protective and disgusted. Not with her, but with himself and what he had seen. He reached down and caressed her head. "Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I'm sorry. I just had a sudden thought that was really out of place. Don't worry." She smiled at him, reassured, and went back to work. Victor raged at himself, and plunged back into Meredith's mind. He found the memories of her molestation and attacked them fiercely. The black knot of pain and anger resisted for only a moment before dissolving. The void it left behind immediately collapsed, and as Victor watched, the strings that had been attached those memories to her current problems sprang back, unraveling. He went after them, trying to smooth them and repair the damage. When his anger at what he had seen spent itself, he pulled back to see what he had done. She seemed calmer and more at peace with herself, but it was impossible to know what consequences might ensue. He wasn't experienced enough to be sure. But it was too late now. Meredith pulled back a little, kissing the head of his penis a few times. Then she smiled up at him. "Do you want to come? It's okay if you do." "Whatever you want." "I don't have to be anywhere. We have all the time we need." Victor smiled. "I think you'll find I'm not like other men." She returned the smile. "I think I'm finding that out already." She bent down, taking him back in her mouth. She bobbed faster now, keeping up a steady rhythm over him. Victor relaxed himself, letting his body react as it wanted to. He felt his come beginning to rise, and he clenched his hand in Meredith's hair. She sensed it as well, sucking harder, working her tongue rapidly against him. Victor held back as long as he could, until the tension was almost painful, then let it loose, erupting into her mouth. She held on, keeping her lips tight around him, using her tongue to work his semen into the back of her throat. He felt her swallowing, sucking up the last bits, then finally withdrawing. She sat up and lay beside him under his arm. Victor kept himself erect. It was effortless after what he had done to himself. After resting for a few moments, he rolled over and looked down at the girl beside him. He began kissing his way down her body, lavishing attention on her firm breasts, her tight dark nipples. She gasped when he caught one between his teeth, but simply held his head tightly. Bit by bit he moved downward, wiggling his tongue in her navel and around her belly ring, finally descending between her thighs and reaching her neatly trimmed sex, fringed with bright red hair. As he took her in his mouth, he probed with his tongue as he probed with his mind, looking into her to follow her reactions. Again he felt her disenchantment with the act, though it was colored with a forlorn hope that this time with Victor might somehow be different. She enjoyed what he was doing, being eaten, but she had never really understood the point of it. He watched her nerves as he worked on her, watched the hormones in her brain reacting. He had to do much of this himself, because she had little experience with her own reactions. A nudge here, a push there, an enhancement of her sensations. Her body began to react to what he was doing even if her conscious mind didn't know what was going on. She groped at the sheets beside her. Her hips began rising to meet his tongue. Her abdomen began to heave. He kept it up, seeing immediately what worked and what didn't, what she seemed to enjoy and what impeded her approaching climax. He could see it coming now, a roiling and churning just below the surface of her mind. He reached into her to stir it up further. Meredith let out a sharp cry, convulsing on the bed under him. He dove into her now, pushing her toward her release. She cried out again as she was taken by orgasm for the first time in her life, as the sensations burst through her mind and her body. Victor watched her carefully, trying to remember all the things that were going on inside her for future reference. He held on tightly as she peaked, drinking up the fluids that oozed out of her, keeping his mouth tightly fastened to her sex. At the last moment, Meredith's hands shot down to Victor's head and pushed him away. He looked up at her heaving, convulsing body and smiled at a job well done. He climbed up onto her slowly, settling between her legs. She gripped his arms in her hands, still shaking and quivering. Her eyes fluttered open as she gasped for breath. "Shit. What did you just do to me?" "You didn't enjoy it?" She laughed weakly. "Whatever it was, do it again. God, do it again, please." He probed forward, and Meredith's eyes bulged. She reached down and felt for him, head just between her lips, realizing he was still hard. "Whoa." "Like I said. I'm not like other guys." "God. I guess not." He pushed forward a little, and she tensed up. "Just be careful, okay? You're bigger than any guy I've ever been with." He pushed a bit further into her, feeling her muscles stretching around him. Inch by inch he sank into her until he was pressed against her pubic bone. He lowered himself down and kissed her. "Okay?" She nodded. "Fuck me. Not too hard, but fuck me. Do that to me again." Victor began to make love to her gently. He stayed inside her mind as he was inside her body, watching her reactions, watching what he was doing to her. He closed his eyes and tried to merge with her from both directions, watching what made her feel good and trying to go in that direction. Meredith wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and kissed him deeply. She writhed under him as he drew her back toward climax, hips rolling, legs sliding against him. It struck Victor suddenly that this was almost like masturbation. He could see her pleasure and reactions so clearly that it was as if he was pleasuring himself. It was almost effortless. It was so easy that he started laughing. Meredith laughed with him, hugging him and burying her face against his neck. He drove into her more rapidly, focused on nothing but her climax. As he saw it approaching, he reached into her body to intensify it, to further churn up the hormones that were gathering in her brain. She tensed up under and around him, holding him tightly. When her orgasm hit, she let out a shriek, back arching, body thrashing. Victor kept his grip on her brain, trying to draw out her climax as long as possible. Only when she suddenly went limp in his arms did he realize that she had fainted. He had made her come so hard that she blacked out. He let go, slowing his thrusts, and relaxed. Meredith lay motionless under him for a few more seconds before her eyes opened slowly, rolling around in her head. "Jesus," she gasped. "Jesus Christ." He kissed her, and she returned it weakly. "Enough. I can't take anymore. Do whatever you want to me." Victor resumed his strokes, withdrawing from her mind and focusing on his body. A few tweaks here and there and he was suddenly ready to come again. A few deliberate thrusts were all it took, and then he was spurting off deeply inside her. She lay still and held him close. Victor finally let himself go limp and withdrew from her. He rolled to the side and tried to catch his breath. He dozed off a little until he felt Meredith rolling against him, snuggling against his shoulder. She laid her arm on his chest and began playing idly with his chest hair. "Victor?" "Hmm?" "That was really nice." "Thanks." "I'm not just saying that. I usually don't get a lot out of sex. This was different." "I'm glad." She was quiet a few moments, laughing softly to herself. "Either you broke something inside me . . . or that was the first time I've ever had an orgasm." "Really?" "This was a lot better than anything before today. I guess, with guys my age, they just didn't know what to do." I bet they don't, Victor thought. "So what now?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean, what do you want from me? I'd like to stay . . . but if you'd rather I just took off, that's okay. I understand." Victor sat up a little. "You're expecting me to just kick you out after that?" Her forehead creased, and though she didn't answer him, Victor could see the truth in her mind. He sighed. "Meredith, you don't have to go anywhere." Victor knew, of course, that she _couldn't_ go anywhere--he couldn't let her. "Stay as long as you want. Spend the night if you want to." She smiled, relief filling her eyes. "Thanks." "Is that what you're used to? Guys just kicking you out after sleeping with you?" She looked down at the sheets and shrugged. "You've been dating the wrong men." That drew a smile and snort of amusement out of her. "No shit, I have." He leaned over and kissed her. "Do whatever you want. Don't mind me." She lay back down on her pillow, smiling up at him. --- Victor let Meredith drift off to sleep beside him and got slowly out of bed. He found the melted pitcher of banana daiquiris out on the patio and refroze it, then poured himself a refill. He wondered what he was supposed to do with Meredith. He could not allow her to leave the house, not unless he was controlling things. He was essentially stuck with her, not that having her around repulsed him at all, but he had to figure out a way to convince her to stay. He looked over his new house and new backyard, wondering for the first time if this was all he was going to do. Creating too many things out of thin air was going to cause problems. He could conjure a Ferrari into his driveway, but that wouldn't register it with the Department of Motor Vehicles. He had to start being more careful with this before he created a problem he couldn't will out of existence. He shook his head and went back into the house. --- --- Vector Copyright 2000 by MichaelD38@aol.com Free redistribution permitted; no commercial use without authorization Michael ~Story Archives~ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/MichaelD/www/ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www ~Other Archives~ www.storiesonline.net www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/BitBard/www/forray/michaeld/ -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+